"Happy birthday," Bovril repeats, curled around Dylan's neck.
"Ah." Alek gives his friend a half-smile. "Alles Gute zum Geburtstag."
Dylan lifts the bottle and says, "Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Your Highness. And I won't let you barking forget the next one, aye?"
Alek raises his cup and clinks its edge against the glass. "Danke schön, Mr. Sharp," he says softly, and drinks.
- "same time every year", chapter 74 in ~mightyinkas/Julia456's MASSIVE collection of Leviathan fanfictiony goodness, which she has just broken one thousand reviews for, which is why I drew this for her.
And because every time she does something cool is restores my faith in adultkind a little bit more.
Hope you like it! Here's to a thousand more! -raises bottle of rum-
Deryn/Dylan, Alek, Bovril (c) Scott Westerfeld context (c) Julia456
Maybe I should just man up and get Photoshop. Srsly this looks like shit compared to the original. Have a good day y'all!