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745.02.28 | A Sore Winner - Kor'is - 28.Feb.24
Kor'is knew immediately upon waking that he wasn't in his own bed. He had overstuffed feather pillows--which Cazan liked to point out was due to his belief he was a pampered lordling--and currently he didn't have anything under his head. Not even during a wild night with the goldrider and her harem that he fell into left him without neck support. There was also the absolute joy radiating from Taith that Kor’is rolled his eyes over.
But we won! You should be happy as well! The dragon’s good mood and the lingering lust were trying their best to get Kor’is to agree, but Flights simply were not his cup of tea. Right, because fucking a random stranger is how I like to spend my time. They’re not random! It’s green— Kor’is mentally waved off the help, not at all interested in assigning names or faces to what he vaguely had an outline for what happened. He supposed he could spare some encouragement and good nature for Taith and the rare win. Thankfully, he wasn’t stuck with a dragon like Veeth that liked to Chase every green that so much as glanced at the sky, though Taith did think it was a fun game—something he rightfully could lay blame at Malvayth’s feet. No doubt if it wasn’t for a couple of bad Flights due to a surly green or vicious competition, Taith would enter every Flight as well. Hooray for small miracles in the form of mental scarring.
Speaking of, he really needed to leave. Kor’is had no desire to linger—mostly, since the lust was sometimes a bitch to shake—and didn’t give a fuck about manners and protocols. Flights were for the dragons, and he did not have to entertain the rider longer than he already had. So, he rolled out of bed and started searching for his clothing. Kor’is didn’t attempt to be quiet, nor did he intentionally create noise. Honestly, it was best that the other man stayed asleep, but his luck was never that good.
He had his shirt on and finally found his pants when the stirring began in bed. The little pouting noise when a hand found the other half of the bed empty earned an eye roll, but Kor’is continued hunting for his belongings. He remembered leaving his boots at his weyr and decided socks could be sacrificed for the greater good as he made for the door.
“Please stay.”
Kor’is tsked in disgust. “Tch. Don’t beg; it’s unbecoming.” With that said, Kor’is took his leave for the long barefooted trek back to his weyr with thoughts of a hot bath replacing anything that lingered about greenriders and Flights.