Game Of Thrones AU;Theyre Dragons, In A Non-dragon World.

Game of Thrones AU; They’re dragons, in a non-dragon world. 

"They are outgrowing the restrictions that she’s placing on them. She’s always feared it. I mean, for goodness sake, they’re dragons. They’ve killed her enemies; what’s going to stop them from killing anyone?

Gia's face lit with surprised pleasure as she laughed at his pun. That certainly wasn't the reaction she'd expected, but she was glad of it. If there was anything Gia detested, it was stiffness of spirit - something her father had always been. It relieved her to find that the Sheriff was not. "I'm quite sure of it," she responded through a grin. "If there's one thing I know about fangs, it's that they weren't meant for boredom." She wasn't especially bored in her wolf form, either; she wasn't supposed to be. She was free. Vaguely, she wondered if that's how it might feel to be a vampire in his element. "A wolf in sheep's clothing, no less," concurred Gia, tilting her head to one side, eyes twinkling. "Vera and I have struck up something of an unlikely friendship, I'll admit, but I've never had a problem with vampires. When you get down to it, we're not much different, are we?" She might have been referring to something perfectly human - Gia wasn't concerned what she was saying was about to unmask the werewolf conundrum to any human stragglers, but the other virtue of their situation was that the only ones who could hear them up there, over all the chaos, were other vampires and werewolves. "Oooh," Gia sat forward eagerly to make her order. "Just a Jack and coke, please," she said quickly. "Thanks!" Gia watched with curiosity as a young vampire trickled up and Kol interacted surrepticiously with him, soon grinning. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she also wasn't sure she should ask. She didn't want to overstep and she was quite sure there were things she wouldn't want a vamp asking her about the way wolves did things so she watched with interest, choosing to take life - as always - as it came. Still, she couldn't say she was displeased with the way Kol was now looking at her - in fact, she preferred it. Gia liked to know what she was dealing with, she liked an open countenance. "The one and only," she responded lightly. "Gia Desstrin, cast off rich girl, former human disaster, always she-wolf, and alcoholic extraordinaire," she added, happy to poke fun at herself. "And you are Kol Svansson, vampire, Viking, and Vera's Maker," she said, pleased with herself for having found three 'v's to fit into that list. Gia she shrugged, inviting him to share or not as he pleased.

Wolves Have Fangs Too | Gia & Kol

Gia was grateful, in that moment, that she had good hearing or she felt she might not have noticed Brett in the corner, her voice small and flat. Shutting the door carefully, Gia cleared her throat, brushed a lock of hair behind her left ear and tried to think. She had never seen the lively, energetic Brett Barr in this state. Her guy clenched. Carrying a chair over to scoot beside Brett, Gia didn’t try to take her defense away, but looked at the computer screen whose faint light cast a sickly glow. “Hadn’t seen you in awhile,” Gia answered her question. “Thought I’d stop by, check in.” She shrugged. “Make sure everything’s ok.” That didn’t appear to be what she’d found, to her dismay, but Gia thought easing into it might be best. She remembered her own lowest moments far too vividly and she’d hardly wanted it thrown in her face. “I brought some lunch,” she volunteered, holding up some tins of take-out. “Thought you might be hungry. It’s a little bit of everything, so whatever you want, dig in!” She smiled brightly, trying in vain not to let her worry show.

Tears for Fears | Gia & Brett

Tears for Fears | Gia & Brett

Gia couldn't say exactly what she feared, but still her hand stopped at the doorknob, closing around it. Perhaps Gia's best quality was her compassion. When she loved, she loved absolutely and this quality in turn made her distinctly protective. Someone as empathetic as Gia couldn't bear to watch a friend suffer. Gia knew good and well that something was wrong. Brett was generally an upbeat and active person, and yet even someone as socially active as Gia hadn't seen her in days. It was this that had first inspired Gia's anxiety. Unhooking her fingers from around the doorknob, Gia knocked. Her heart was in her throat. Brett's very humanity made her vulnerable to any of a number of threats of which Brett might not even be aware and Gia couldn't help but wonder if something had befallen her. "Brett, are you there?"