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thisavrou_log2016-10-20 12:02 am
accidentalqueen) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-10-20 12:02 am
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[closed] how much is that doggy in the window
Who: Medusa (accidentalqueen) and Marian Hawke (otiosity
When: Waaay back in September 19th-20th?
Where: The beach
What: Medusa has a brand new doggy that wants to make friends. Hawke likes dogs. Surely they (Medusa) can put aside their (her) animosity over some misplaced bodily fluids and bad attitudes?
Warnings: An exceptionally large dog, Medusa's family drama, Hawke's perpetually poor intestinal control, to be updated as needed.
[ No one would ever peg Medusa for a dog-lover. From the perfect fit of her clothing, perpetually neat and poised every second of her waking (and probably sleeping) life, it would seem that a dog would be too chaotic for her. And her husband, the silent control freak— never.
So of course they do have a dog. And that dog is a five-foot bulldog with a tongue like a big warm wet two-by-four, blessed with the ability to teleport himself wherever he so desires, including such desires like wallowing in a mudpit or trying to climb into bed with his people. Loyalty knows no limits with Lockjaw; he's braved death and irritation and Avengers to take them where they need to go, and bring everyone back safely. They depend on him.
Which is why Medusa can't greet him joyously, why she tolerates his incessant attempts to lick her face instead of shoving him off and scolding him like she always does. Why she sits in the sand with her hair for once completely still, reaching out to scratch him behind the ears when Lockjaw whines and bumps her and attempts to play. She doesn't feel like playing. She isn't sure she feels much like anything; the weight of what his presence might mean leaves her numb.
The approach of another person in the vicinity gets Lockjaw's protective instincts piqued. What looks like a particularly strange rock at Medusa's side suddenly rises up and becomes a massive bulldog, wrinkled and heavy as he takes it upon himself to investigate this possible threat to his sometime-mistress. For something to do, if nothing else, because all these people stink of other stars, other universes imprinted deep in their bones, and there's no telling what any of them might want.
Lockjaw goes wandering a little closer, sniffing heavily. Medusa turns just enough to see what's caught his attention. ]
She's not a foe, Lockjaw.
[ Which gets his back end wiggling a little. Curious, but too well behaved to just run off to investigate. ]
accidentalqueen) and Marian Hawke (otiosityWhen: Waaay back in September 19th-20th?
Where: The beach
What: Medusa has a brand new doggy that wants to make friends. Hawke likes dogs. Surely they (Medusa) can put aside their (her) animosity over some misplaced bodily fluids and bad attitudes?
Warnings: An exceptionally large dog, Medusa's family drama, Hawke's perpetually poor intestinal control, to be updated as needed.
[ No one would ever peg Medusa for a dog-lover. From the perfect fit of her clothing, perpetually neat and poised every second of her waking (and probably sleeping) life, it would seem that a dog would be too chaotic for her. And her husband, the silent control freak— never.
So of course they do have a dog. And that dog is a five-foot bulldog with a tongue like a big warm wet two-by-four, blessed with the ability to teleport himself wherever he so desires, including such desires like wallowing in a mudpit or trying to climb into bed with his people. Loyalty knows no limits with Lockjaw; he's braved death and irritation and Avengers to take them where they need to go, and bring everyone back safely. They depend on him.
Which is why Medusa can't greet him joyously, why she tolerates his incessant attempts to lick her face instead of shoving him off and scolding him like she always does. Why she sits in the sand with her hair for once completely still, reaching out to scratch him behind the ears when Lockjaw whines and bumps her and attempts to play. She doesn't feel like playing. She isn't sure she feels much like anything; the weight of what his presence might mean leaves her numb.
The approach of another person in the vicinity gets Lockjaw's protective instincts piqued. What looks like a particularly strange rock at Medusa's side suddenly rises up and becomes a massive bulldog, wrinkled and heavy as he takes it upon himself to investigate this possible threat to his sometime-mistress. For something to do, if nothing else, because all these people stink of other stars, other universes imprinted deep in their bones, and there's no telling what any of them might want.
Lockjaw goes wandering a little closer, sniffing heavily. Medusa turns just enough to see what's caught his attention. ]
She's not a foe, Lockjaw.
[ Which gets his back end wiggling a little. Curious, but too well behaved to just run off to investigate. ]
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Then she looks up to see Medusa on the beach with the biggest dog that she's ever seen. And that's when Hawke knows she is Ferelden through and through. Dogs are great and she's proud of be Ferelden so everyone can piss right off. The sight seems to give her some energy. Her pace quickens and she moves away from the shore and up the beach towards Medusa.]
Now that is a dog. And I come from dog country.
[She reaches out, fearless, towards the dog to let him sniff her hand.]
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Lockjaw, the king's dog.
[ She pauses, and her hair curls around over her shoulders protectively. ]
I suppose mine now. The Royal Family's, since we no longer have a king. I have no idea how he got here.
[ A statement which is not going to make sense to anyone but Medusa. ]