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Dragon Scale Green 6, Flame 1, Milk Bottle 8: Mac
Author: Kat
Title: Mac
Story: In the Heart - Mad Scientist AU
Colors: Dragon scale green 6 ("But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them." ― Ursula K. Le Guin), flame 1 (fire), milk bottle 8 (Fire eater)
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (Mad Scientist AU), graffiti (Duck Gallery), stain (I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult. - E. B. White), bichromatic
Word Count: 559
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Ivy creates life.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Rhamphorhynchus is a real thing, but Ivy may have made a few modifications along the way.
Aaron was reading quietly in his room when Ivy popped her head around his door. "Hey, do you want to see something cool?"
She was far too innocent about asking for it to bode well. Aaron squinted at her. "Is it going to hurt?"
"No," Ivy said. Then she paused, evidently thinking. "...no, it shouldn't. It's not... As long as you stay back."
Well, shit.
Aaron had anticipated many difficulties when he gained a sister. Having his things stolen or ruined, being teased, being annoyed. He had failed to anticipate that said sister might be a budding mad scientist.
"What," he asked, resigned, "have you done?"
Ivy grinned at him. "Come and see," she said, and disappeared down the hall.
Aaron left his book on his bed and went warily after his sister. She twisted backwards and grinned at him again, then whisked into her room, which was a good sign, at least. Ivy liked her room, and she liked the stuff in it; she wouldn't do anything too destructive there. He didn't think.
Still, he went around her door very carefully.
She was standing at her desk, cooing to something between her cupped hands. When she heard him coming up behind her, she looked over her shoulder and grinned again, but less maniacally and more... well, it was hard to tell. "Aaron," she said, softly. "Look."
He peered over her shoulder, and was struck speechless.
Huddled on Ivy's desktop, no bigger than a coaster, was a goddamn dinosaur.
It could have been a bird. Feathers fluffed all over its body, blue and red along the arch of its wings, but no bird had that strange eye, that cocked back and strange hips. Even its little talons, curling and uncurling against Ivy's littlest finger, were unmistakably saurian. Ivy ran a forefinger along its beak, and it shuddered, then let out what he could only describe as a coo.
"Oh my God," he said. "I... wow, Ivy."
She beamed at him, maternal and thrilled. "Isn't he amazing? I call him Mac. At least, I think he's a he. He's kind of hard to sex."
"I would think so," Aaron said, feeling faintly dizzy. "It's a goddamn dinosaur, Ivy."
She frowned. "What? No, he isn't. He's a Rhamphorhynchus." His face must have said it all, because she added, "A pterosaur. They're not dinosaurs, they're more like... ugh, it's hard to explain if you're not a scientist."
Which he manifestly was not. At least not that kind. "Okay, fine. It's a goddamn pterosaur. You made a goddamn pterosaur. How did you make a goddamn pterosaur?"
"Stop swearing," Ivy said, primly. "He's just a baby. Anyway I... it's complicated, I can't explain it, but it's kind of like in Jurassic Park except not at all. And they should have filled the holes in with bird genes, not frog. Frogs aren't related at all, what even was that?"
"Okay," Aaron said. "Jurassic Park aside, how did you make a goddamn pterosaur in your bedroom."
"He has a name." She tickled the little thing under its... for lack of a better word, chin. "Don't you, baby? Yes you do!"
Aaron looked up at the ceiling. "I'm not getting an answer to this, am I?"
"Nope," Ivy said, brightly.
On the desk, the little thing flapped its wings, yawned, and burped a two-inch stream of flame.
Title: Mac
Story: In the Heart - Mad Scientist AU
Colors: Dragon scale green 6 ("But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them." ― Ursula K. Le Guin), flame 1 (fire), milk bottle 8 (Fire eater)
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (Mad Scientist AU), graffiti (Duck Gallery), stain (I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult. - E. B. White), bichromatic
Word Count: 559
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Ivy creates life.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Rhamphorhynchus is a real thing, but Ivy may have made a few modifications along the way.
Aaron was reading quietly in his room when Ivy popped her head around his door. "Hey, do you want to see something cool?"
She was far too innocent about asking for it to bode well. Aaron squinted at her. "Is it going to hurt?"
"No," Ivy said. Then she paused, evidently thinking. "...no, it shouldn't. It's not... As long as you stay back."
Well, shit.
Aaron had anticipated many difficulties when he gained a sister. Having his things stolen or ruined, being teased, being annoyed. He had failed to anticipate that said sister might be a budding mad scientist.
"What," he asked, resigned, "have you done?"
Ivy grinned at him. "Come and see," she said, and disappeared down the hall.
Aaron left his book on his bed and went warily after his sister. She twisted backwards and grinned at him again, then whisked into her room, which was a good sign, at least. Ivy liked her room, and she liked the stuff in it; she wouldn't do anything too destructive there. He didn't think.
Still, he went around her door very carefully.
She was standing at her desk, cooing to something between her cupped hands. When she heard him coming up behind her, she looked over her shoulder and grinned again, but less maniacally and more... well, it was hard to tell. "Aaron," she said, softly. "Look."
He peered over her shoulder, and was struck speechless.
Huddled on Ivy's desktop, no bigger than a coaster, was a goddamn dinosaur.
It could have been a bird. Feathers fluffed all over its body, blue and red along the arch of its wings, but no bird had that strange eye, that cocked back and strange hips. Even its little talons, curling and uncurling against Ivy's littlest finger, were unmistakably saurian. Ivy ran a forefinger along its beak, and it shuddered, then let out what he could only describe as a coo.
"Oh my God," he said. "I... wow, Ivy."
She beamed at him, maternal and thrilled. "Isn't he amazing? I call him Mac. At least, I think he's a he. He's kind of hard to sex."
"I would think so," Aaron said, feeling faintly dizzy. "It's a goddamn dinosaur, Ivy."
She frowned. "What? No, he isn't. He's a Rhamphorhynchus." His face must have said it all, because she added, "A pterosaur. They're not dinosaurs, they're more like... ugh, it's hard to explain if you're not a scientist."
Which he manifestly was not. At least not that kind. "Okay, fine. It's a goddamn pterosaur. You made a goddamn pterosaur. How did you make a goddamn pterosaur?"
"Stop swearing," Ivy said, primly. "He's just a baby. Anyway I... it's complicated, I can't explain it, but it's kind of like in Jurassic Park except not at all. And they should have filled the holes in with bird genes, not frog. Frogs aren't related at all, what even was that?"
"Okay," Aaron said. "Jurassic Park aside, how did you make a goddamn pterosaur in your bedroom."
"He has a name." She tickled the little thing under its... for lack of a better word, chin. "Don't you, baby? Yes you do!"
Aaron looked up at the ceiling. "I'm not getting an answer to this, am I?"
"Nope," Ivy said, brightly.
On the desk, the little thing flapped its wings, yawned, and burped a two-inch stream of flame.