it's been one year of midnights... AMA!
hi everyone! i wanted to do something fun to celebrate the first part of midnights going up just over a year ago, so i figured i'd open up my inbox to questions about the series, writing in general, the lore tidbits for midnights that i have in my head and haven't gotten to weave in (yet? tbd), bits from existing pieces that made the chopping block for one reason or another, or me the author!
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Can u do limping with Kaz?
art not mine//art commissioned for me by @/manonamie
100. Limping
Kazuya's body ached, it always ached.
Pulling his daily shifts at the factory, then clocking out only to haul himself downtown to clock in at the fighting rings would do that to a guy.
It was stupid, and risky since one injury could put him out of both jobs for weeks or potentially months, but he needed the money.
And besides, the aunties could speed up the healing process from months and weeks down to hours, or even minutes.
Yeah, this lifestyle had no drawbacks whatsoever.
All Kazuya had to do was drag his aching, bleeding carcass to the borders of Dragon Town, say hello to Jay, Iris and Zoe and watch all his awful life decisions just melt away.
"Ow." Kazuya muttered to himself, dragging one clawed foot down the street, every step punctuated with another "Ow, ow, ow."
Most of his draconic form was hidden under the Glamour, but using it fully cost him energy he simply did not have. He looked quite the sight, a big punk with one scaled midnight blue T-Rex leg dragging in plain sight where any human could clock him. The spur on the back of his foot was severed badly, almost to the point of falling off him entirely.
He turned towards Auntie Jay's place, a building that was once an old church that had been converted into a bar, and a safe haven for dragons.
Kazuya raised a fist and pounded on the old oak doors, next to the sign saying that they were closed for the night.
The aunties greeted him at the door like a Greek choir. The white-furred, bespectacled form of Aunt Iris opened the door, her jaw dropping when she saw the blood pooling around his boot and exposed foot, "Kazuya! What have you done to yourself?!" she cried, always the 'good cop' in situations like this.
"Again!" Jay muttered, her talons curled against her cheek as she craned over what looked like tax forms on a spare dining table. During these arguments, she was always the one who 'just works here'.
The serpentine form of the Long laying across the wooden beams stirred, Zoe's head and neck descending down to look into the doorway. Her lazy eye drifted to a corner of the bar, but the other fixed on Kazuya's injury. Usually the bad cop when Jay didn't feel like it. She loudly declared, "STUPID EGG!" the walls vibrating with the power of her voice.
Kazuya grinned apologetically, hoping that Jay wouldn't slam the door in his face. "Please may I come in? Matty is going to have a fit if I go home to him like this."
"Politeness isn't going to help you, young Kazuya." Iris sniffed, gesturing him inside all the same.
Zoe didn't move from her perch up on the rafters, but one of her whiskers snapped across Kazuya's head as he stumbled inside, like a tree branch pulled back and released suddenly.
"Aw, you were worried, Auntie Zoe?" Kazuya chuckled, looking up at her as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Hah! Worry, he says! You were egg when I found you, you are still egg now." Zoe said, resting her head back down on her skinny chicken-like front legs. Her body weaved around the cavernous space of the old church, her tail area disappearing somewhere into the old wooden roof. "If we are not here to worry about you, egg you will always be."
Iris turned with a swish of her fluffy tail and pointed Kazuya into a chair, pulling his leg up onto the table where Jay's paperwork was spread out. She summoned a white glow of magic from between her claws and started to heal him up, clucking and tutting the whole time.
Jay had to pull her paperwork out of the splash zone of blood heading her way, but soon returned to grumbling and grinding her sharp teeth over her business expenses, punching digits into a calculator with a claw. "Did you win, at least?" Jay said, without taking her eyes from the numbers.
"Nope," Kazuya sighed, "Leon says it's more profitable for me to lose these days, says I make more money by taking a fall."
Jay responded with a gruff sound of disapproval, stabbing her calculator with a sharp click.
"If job gets you hurt all the time I see not why you don't quit!" Zoe called down.
"It's not that simple." Kazuya muttered, trying to weather the disapproval of the three women at once and starting to dissolve underneath it. "Once me and Matty have enough money to get our own place, I'll quit. I promise. I just need enough to pay Leon's fee for training me, then we'll be all square!"
"I taught you how to fight!" Jay cut in angrily, her feathers bunching up around her shoulders, "I bet I trained you more than that filthy woodlouse ever did. You're being conned, kid - fleeced for every penny you make!"
Every inch of Jay's slender yet muscular and compact body was tensed up, her oil-slick coloured feathers rippling in a wave.
"Dragons being reduced to providing entertainments for humans, it is a crying shame!" Zoe rejoined the chorus, lifting her majestic head dramatically.
Kazuya rolled his eyes as Iris continued to heal his foot, he had heard it all before. Most of the time he let them bicker amongst themselves.
Most of the time Iris didn't look at him so sincerely from underneath her round spectacles, her green eyes glowing with a radioactive brightness as her soothing healing powers flooded through him. "There must be something you can do with your life, sweet one, you have a good brain in your head."
"I doubt that very much," Kazuya scoffed, rolling his eyes and watching Zoe fall into a half doze above him. More and more of her mother of pearl scales seemed to be falling out these days, leaving her body resembling a patchwork quilt. Her rear leg emerged from somewhere in the ceiling and scratched a few more out as he watched, they fluttered down like confetti at a wedding party.
Once Iris was done healing, Kazuya inhaled and forced his leg back into human form to match the rest of him, leaning back with a wince. Now in the dim light of the bar, he could see his tatty jeans were coated with blood, and the rest of him wasn't much better off.
With a lurch, he realised that he still didn't want to go home to Matty in their tiny flat. He wanted to sneak up to the rafters and sleep next to Zoe, like he was a hatchling again.
"Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?"
"Yeah," Jay gruffed, doberman and velociraptor all wrapped in a bird of prey skin, but Kazuya knew her, really. She was soft when you caught her at the right moment, "Just don't get in the way when I open up tomorrow."
"Thanks." Kazuya stood up, finding that Zoe's fearsome antlered head was already waiting for him, blinking at him with a hint of leftover irritation. Still, she let him grab a hold of one of her antlers to catch a ride up to the rafters. She placed him down into a curve of her body where he lounged against her.
"You will do better, Kazuya." Zoe huffed, a gust of her breath blowing cool over him.
"Yeah, okay." he promised her, even if he didn't even know if 'better' was something he was capable of.
"You will." she insisted, nuzzling his mohawk with her snout, "We were made to fly, not to sink to same level as humans and play their games."
All her coddling had caused his mohawk to fall flat against the side of his head; he tried to push it back upright in vain.
"There was once a time where we were revered by them as gods," Zoe hissed, her big, pale eyes staring into his own. He had heard this a thousand and one times, but he nodded along anyway. "Man was merely our messenger."
Zoe had been homeless for a long time, before Jay and Iris gave her a place to stay, living under a motorway near a filthy river. If there was a time when dragons like her had been revered, it was thousands of years ago, probably long before she had been born.
Kazuya muttered, "I don't think I'm better than them, I don't want to be treated like a god, I just wanna be treated the same as everyone else."
"Hmph," Zoe growled, "Being the same is nothing to strive for. You are beautiful and you are strong, and you need to remember it."
A tongue the size of a bath towel licking over Kazuya's hair made him give up on any attempt to straighten it out. He curled up by his aunt's flank and shut his eyes.
He had seen plenty of silk paintings of dragons that looked like Zoe, on numerous school trips to museums. The kind that unwound themselves down hanging scrolls or were carved out of solid stone, but not any like him. Sometimes he felt more like the ugly, overgrown komodo dragons that were always painted with spears stuck through them.
Maybe that was all he was destined to be.
Not a god or a man, just a monster.
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