Volger approaches the cabin and opens the door soundlessly, as is his habit, and thus he has no one to blame but himself.
"Gott im Himmel," he swears, taking a fractional step backwards.
The boys come apart, eyes wide in shock and horror, and in the half second before the inevitable protests begin, Volger considers the situation and its ramifications.
It's a surprise, yes. Not an apocalypse, however. Goodness knows Alek won't be the first monarch to prefer the company of men, and he certainly won't be the last. This is unfortunate, but can be managed.
"It's not what you think," Alek says. He says this despite mussed hair, a half-untucked shirt, a flushed face, and one hand still on Dylan's arm. Dylan, whose own clothes are in disorder and whose blue eyes have gone almost black, his pupils are dilated so widely.The Best Laid Plans
I blame that drabble for my mind going in the gutter
I just HAD to draw it because pfft, poor Volger. I think it's my favorite piece of fanfic for this book so far. Go read it! She has 41 other drabbles up on ff.net and they're all fantastic!
Sorry for the lazy coloring... it's the holidays! I have no time D:
~Deryn/Dylan, Alek and Volger from the Leviathan series by Scott Westerfeld.
ETA: YES, I KNOW VOLGER ALREADY KNOWS ABOUT DERYN. The drabble was written before Behemoth was out.