Aside from his own bonds and some cash, Neal had never been much one for keeping things in his stash printed on paper (painted on canvas, on the other hand...) but Avery absolutely knew how to defend a hoard, and Neal wondered if the slimy piece of crap could smell the scales under his skin the same way Neal could smell Avery's.
Neal - Right
Avery was the first dragon Neal ever dropped the dime on, Wilkes was the second, because Neal found he was that cruel, sometimes, for certain people.
Neal, Peter - Light
Peter walked through the door and kissed his wife, and eyed Neal, sitting calmly in the middle of the storm, hands in his lap, and when he caught the man's eyes, Neal dropped his head, then picked it up again with a smile.
Peter and Moz - Health
"Mozzie, you can't tell anybody," Peter tried not to groan, "nobody wants Neal getting sent back to prison for breaking you out of a mental hospital."
Elizabeth - Glow
She poured herself a glass of water and leaned back against the counter, feeling her heartbeat slow down, and she figured it was all going to hit her again sometime that night, when she was trying to sleep, that yes, there were actual dragons, and she had seen magic in her own Brooklyn living room, and her husband had known about it for more than a year, "So," she said, trying to sound nonchalant, "are there other magical creatures out there, more magic?"
Neal - Spark
There were stories they told amongst themselves of the kinds of creatures that had roamed the world, when they hadn't been alone in the world, when magic had been everywhere, and everyone had taken it for granted, but dragons had been the only ones in the end that were able to hide, blend in and shrink down, and he didn't know if the stories were true or if it had only ever been humans and dragons, so he tilted his head towards her, "Not anymore."
Peter - Taking Account
The door clicked closed behind them, leaving Neal standing warily on the back porch as Peter advanced on him, mouth tight, eyes squinted together, "I found out something else while I was researching dragon-proof prisons," he said coldly, "about how a dragon's size is dependent on the size of his hoard, Neal, do you want to explain to me how you're suddenly big enough to fill up the whole living room?"
Neal - Unfinished Business
When a con was blown, there was a hot feeling, then a cold one, and then a horrible, crawling sensation that left him stuttering "I... I... I..." for just a moment, just enough to blow it the rest of the way.
Peter - Fight
"I know you stole the treasure," Peter growled, but then his tone softened, "Neal, you still have a chance to come clean on this, leave an anonymous tip, and I guarantee the Bureau will stop investigating," it was a shame, Neal thought that Peter couldn't really promise that, and it was a shame that the treasue wasn't his to surrender, and when he thought about it, he could feel himself shrinking.
Neal - Free Fall
"Haven't we been over this already?" Neal hissed, "What can I do to prove to you that I didn't steel that treasure?" he folded his arms, "I can't can I, because you already decided I had, you decided it the moment that warehouse exploded, and there is no way in the world I am ever going to convince you otherwise, thanks Peter, really."
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Date: 2011-11-29 04:11 am (UTC)Aside from his own bonds and some cash, Neal had never been much one for keeping things in his stash printed on paper (painted on canvas, on the other hand...) but Avery absolutely knew how to defend a hoard, and Neal wondered if the slimy piece of crap could smell the scales under his skin the same way Neal could smell Avery's.
Neal - Right
Avery was the first dragon Neal ever dropped the dime on, Wilkes was the second, because Neal found he was that cruel, sometimes, for certain people.
Neal, Peter - Light
Peter walked through the door and kissed his wife, and eyed Neal, sitting calmly in the middle of the storm, hands in his lap, and when he caught the man's eyes, Neal dropped his head, then picked it up again with a smile.
Peter and Moz - Health
"Mozzie, you can't tell anybody," Peter tried not to groan, "nobody wants Neal getting sent back to prison for breaking you out of a mental hospital."
Elizabeth - Glow
She poured herself a glass of water and leaned back against the counter, feeling her heartbeat slow down, and she figured it was all going to hit her again sometime that night, when she was trying to sleep, that yes, there were actual dragons, and she had seen magic in her own Brooklyn living room, and her husband had known about it for more than a year, "So," she said, trying to sound nonchalant, "are there other magical creatures out there, more magic?"
Neal - Spark
There were stories they told amongst themselves of the kinds of creatures that had roamed the world, when they hadn't been alone in the world, when magic had been everywhere, and everyone had taken it for granted, but dragons had been the only ones in the end that were able to hide, blend in and shrink down, and he didn't know if the stories were true or if it had only ever been humans and dragons, so he tilted his head towards her, "Not anymore."
Peter - Taking Account
The door clicked closed behind them, leaving Neal standing warily on the back porch as Peter advanced on him, mouth tight, eyes squinted together, "I found out something else while I was researching dragon-proof prisons," he said coldly, "about how a dragon's size is dependent on the size of his hoard, Neal, do you want to explain to me how you're suddenly big enough to fill up the whole living room?"
Neal - Unfinished Business
When a con was blown, there was a hot feeling, then a cold one, and then a horrible, crawling sensation that left him stuttering "I... I... I..." for just a moment, just enough to blow it the rest of the way.
Peter - Fight
"I know you stole the treasure," Peter growled, but then his tone softened, "Neal, you still have a chance to come clean on this, leave an anonymous tip, and I guarantee the Bureau will stop investigating," it was a shame, Neal thought that Peter couldn't really promise that, and it was a shame that the treasue wasn't his to surrender, and when he thought about it, he could feel himself shrinking.
Neal - Free Fall
"Haven't we been over this already?" Neal hissed, "What can I do to prove to you that I didn't steel that treasure?" he folded his arms, "I can't can I, because you already decided I had, you decided it the moment that warehouse exploded, and there is no way in the world I am ever going to convince you otherwise, thanks Peter, really."