troublewillfindme

coloneljamesmoriarty asked: "If you start snoring, I won't be responsible for what happens to you"

[Daemon AU]

As far as good behavior went, Turlough was batting a whopping zero. Lizzie regretted ever informing him that, given his form, some might find him intimidating. Of course, he’d taken it as license to do whatever his heart desired.

People were starting to stare.

He’d started the evening with a disagreement with the attache’s peacock, soothed only when Bradford had motioned him back. Before dinner, he hopped from her shoulder to Verena’s back, using her as a sort of footstool to gently grasp one of her partner’s fingers in his beak. During cocktails, he’d entered into yet another altercation, this time with the General’s honey badger. At the start of the evening’s formal program, he’d flown atop the grandfather clock, croaking with each toll of the chimes.

She’d buried her face in her hands, while Verena rested a chin sympathetically on her knee. Bradford had done his best to conceal a laugh behind his hand.

Turlough remained unrepentant.

Three hours later, and he’d only dismounted the clock to nestle in against a napping Verena, roosting into her fur in full view of every other guest present.

“Turlough,” she hissed. “Turlough.”

He opened one eye imperiously at her.

“If you start snoring, I won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”