Word Count: 100 (woo!)
Pairing: Dom/Evin—Team Underpants!
Round/Fight: (e.g. 1/A)
Summary: …or the lack thereof. Evin tries, he really does.
Nighttime was so peaceful, when you were worn to the bone with exhaustion.
Sleeping anywhere but in the saddle, even on the ground under the stars, was an extravagant luxury, and Evin quickly felt himself drifting off into sleep.
Until Dom started talking.
"No… no. The colors sound so sharp… "
Evin stared at the sky.
"…but you need…listen…since turkeys last year… stop, Evin…"
He rolled over, but Dom was asleep, sprawled out on the ground.
"…no… Evin…Evin, the turkey…tickle…"
Evin propped himself up on one elbow, looking at Dom in confusion.
[i]What did that boy dream about?[/i]