Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
10.Nov.12, 07:08 PM
Tyrrisath was quiet for a few long moments, his own confusion and concern churning in the back of his mind. To him, flights weren't so big a deal. His greatest distress after losing Rilaleeyth had been his bonded's anger towards him, and he'd discarded Krypth as soon as possible after their union, returning to her only twice to see the eggs and then watch them hatch. This had been his own decision; something to fill the void after missing his favorite green. S'kef had objected, though as usual, Tyrrisath was able to override his bonded's desires. Besides, it wasn't like they'd flown for love. They'd flown for power, dominance, and closure.
They only flew after one pair for love. Couldn't J'ver and Rilaleeyth see the difference?
Tyrrisath didn't vocalize any of his concerns. He instead left his mind open to the sweet green, as he often did for his bonded, choosing to speak without words. The dragon sighed, eyes sinking shut, and laid his neck lightly over Rila's, piling up on her without hesitation. He then extended one wing, wrapping it around her small body, as if to shield her from all the pain in the world to make up for the hurt he had inflicted.
He let out a ragged snort. Larrikith was not worth it he muttered bitterly. He had nothing else to say about his bad mood and fell still and silent.
S'kef was privy to all these emotions, so aware of them that they momentarily distracted him. Tyrrisath was never vocal and rarely were his thoughts and emotions so transparent. It caught S'kef off guard, just as much as the brown's decision to chase had done. Tyr, are you all right? The response was a silent 'no', but S'kef felt no blame directed at himself. He frowned, but his attention was stolen with J'ver finally appeared.
"Jai..." S'kef breathed, taking a step closer. He watched, brown eyes examining the greenrider and studying his body language and facial expressions. J'ver looked tightly wound. That was a bad sign. S'kef's gaze trailed to the whip, which J'ver held to delicately and dusted off so tenderly, before bleeding over into the rest of the room. Everything was so perfectly clean, so spotless and orderly. It reminded S'kef of when he'd returned after his last fight with the greenrider. J'ver always cleaned when he was upset...
How upset must he have been for the past few hours?
S'kef sighed and visibly deflated. One hand shot out, snatching at the whip with an intent to take it ans give the greenrider's thigh a playful but purposeful slap. "Jai, don't be this way," S'kef said, ignoring the greenrider's question. S'kef took a bold step towards the smaller man, eyes keen, but unable to hide a distant glimmer of softness. S'kef truly loved his delicate little greenrider, so precious and fragile, but he didn't know how to handle this kind of situation. He hardly knew how to handle any situation with grace!
"J'ver. Listen to me," S'kef said, reaching out to lift the greenrider's chin. "You know he doesn't mean anything to me anymore, right? That's over....especially now." He narrowed his eyes a bit, trying to restrain his natural sense of indignation. He struggled to be patient, hand closing more tightly around the whip as he spoke.
"I love you. He was just toy. "
'Was'. Not 'is'.
They only flew after one pair for love. Couldn't J'ver and Rilaleeyth see the difference?
Tyrrisath didn't vocalize any of his concerns. He instead left his mind open to the sweet green, as he often did for his bonded, choosing to speak without words. The dragon sighed, eyes sinking shut, and laid his neck lightly over Rila's, piling up on her without hesitation. He then extended one wing, wrapping it around her small body, as if to shield her from all the pain in the world to make up for the hurt he had inflicted.
He let out a ragged snort. Larrikith was not worth it he muttered bitterly. He had nothing else to say about his bad mood and fell still and silent.
S'kef was privy to all these emotions, so aware of them that they momentarily distracted him. Tyrrisath was never vocal and rarely were his thoughts and emotions so transparent. It caught S'kef off guard, just as much as the brown's decision to chase had done. Tyr, are you all right? The response was a silent 'no', but S'kef felt no blame directed at himself. He frowned, but his attention was stolen with J'ver finally appeared.
"Jai..." S'kef breathed, taking a step closer. He watched, brown eyes examining the greenrider and studying his body language and facial expressions. J'ver looked tightly wound. That was a bad sign. S'kef's gaze trailed to the whip, which J'ver held to delicately and dusted off so tenderly, before bleeding over into the rest of the room. Everything was so perfectly clean, so spotless and orderly. It reminded S'kef of when he'd returned after his last fight with the greenrider. J'ver always cleaned when he was upset...
How upset must he have been for the past few hours?
S'kef sighed and visibly deflated. One hand shot out, snatching at the whip with an intent to take it ans give the greenrider's thigh a playful but purposeful slap. "Jai, don't be this way," S'kef said, ignoring the greenrider's question. S'kef took a bold step towards the smaller man, eyes keen, but unable to hide a distant glimmer of softness. S'kef truly loved his delicate little greenrider, so precious and fragile, but he didn't know how to handle this kind of situation. He hardly knew how to handle any situation with grace!
"J'ver. Listen to me," S'kef said, reaching out to lift the greenrider's chin. "You know he doesn't mean anything to me anymore, right? That's over....especially now." He narrowed his eyes a bit, trying to restrain his natural sense of indignation. He struggled to be patient, hand closing more tightly around the whip as he spoke.
"I love you. He was just toy. "
'Was'. Not 'is'.
