24.Nov.12, 01:25 AM
Z'ia was, unashamedly, enjoying himself. It was thrilling, watching the expressions on the greenriders face with each blow that landed, the frustration when he missed, and that strange fury that seemed to be lingering behind the other emotions in his eyes; was there a fear there, too? Z'ia grinned wickedly, more than pleased with the way he was still fucking with A'liran without doing anything at all.
The hits that landed were more than worth their mark, and even as Z'ia clung viciously to A'liran's neck, demanding he call off his green beast, the bluerider knew that he was not going to be leaving the bathing houses without visible bruising littering his face. It didn't bother him, not at all. A'liran was one of his favourite flight partners, and for a reason. Unlike J'ver, who was a pretty little thing that knew his place and (additionally) had a mate with anger management issues, A'liran had no one to come to his defence - even his fellow greenriders thought he was a joke! But he was spunky, and Z'ia enjoyed the challenge, the spitfire commentary and the constant invitations.
Z'ia! Aveleth was lost, confused! He didn't know what to do! His mate had been so stressed, so angry, so fearful! He hadn't wanted to see her like that, he hadn't wanted things to go as they had! But Aveleth knew with the intuition that came from glossing over Z'ia's mind that the way things had run this time, were not so different from any other flight in which he won the beautiful green. Aveleth whimpered softly, and withdrew gently. He wanted to comfort the pretty green, but afraid of being yelled at again and further enraging Z'ia, Aveleth also flickered between, reappearing by his bonded's hut and landing gently on the roof. Sulking sadly, Aveleth curled up to mope.
Z'ia's eyes narrowed, not so much at Aveleth going off to sulk, as in response to the way A'liran's own eyes widened dramatically, the greenrider struggling anew against a grip that had been softening. Z'ia's fingers re-clenched instinctively, uninterested in allowing his companion to reinvest in the previous attacks; Z'ia's jaw was throbbing on the left side, and there was unmistakable bruising around the right eye, though it wasn't quite so bad as to actively swell. Visible damage, but nothing terrible.
Then A'liran was crying. Z'ia's own eyes opened wide as he stared at the greenrider, sitting up and shoving the babbling man away from, frowning almost comically as he did so. The tiny bluerider hadn't seen A'liran cry often, and wasn't really aware that the greenrider did so after he left the room; mostly A'liran 'cried' when Z'ia scored a blow somewhere particularly tender, tears of shock more than tears of... whatever was causing that fucking river flowing down the greenrider's face.
Z'ia gave him a good kick with both feet, pushing himself away from A'liran as much as it was intended to shove the greenrider away from himself, and climbed to his feet. The scowl was still fixed firmly in place as Z'ia poked around the room to pick up and put on his clothing, dark green gaze darting back to the bawling greenrider at intervals. "Oh, shut up!" Z'ia hissed finally, one hiccup too many interrupting the sound of sobs. The scowl on Z'ia's face was dangerous as he - clothed once more - stood over A'liran and grabbed a fist full of hair, half jerking the greenrider up. "I'll give you a real reason to cry." It wasn't an empty threat, and Z'ia knew A'liran would realise that. He glared at A'liran for a moment, fighting to meet the greenriders eyes, then growled in disgust and released the hold he had on the man's hair; to fall or claim his feet and stand up, left to him.
Z'ia didn't bother with any further words as he spun on his heel and bounced out of the room, flicking the door closed behind him and leaving A'liran alone in the bathing room.
The hits that landed were more than worth their mark, and even as Z'ia clung viciously to A'liran's neck, demanding he call off his green beast, the bluerider knew that he was not going to be leaving the bathing houses without visible bruising littering his face. It didn't bother him, not at all. A'liran was one of his favourite flight partners, and for a reason. Unlike J'ver, who was a pretty little thing that knew his place and (additionally) had a mate with anger management issues, A'liran had no one to come to his defence - even his fellow greenriders thought he was a joke! But he was spunky, and Z'ia enjoyed the challenge, the spitfire commentary and the constant invitations.
Z'ia! Aveleth was lost, confused! He didn't know what to do! His mate had been so stressed, so angry, so fearful! He hadn't wanted to see her like that, he hadn't wanted things to go as they had! But Aveleth knew with the intuition that came from glossing over Z'ia's mind that the way things had run this time, were not so different from any other flight in which he won the beautiful green. Aveleth whimpered softly, and withdrew gently. He wanted to comfort the pretty green, but afraid of being yelled at again and further enraging Z'ia, Aveleth also flickered between, reappearing by his bonded's hut and landing gently on the roof. Sulking sadly, Aveleth curled up to mope.
Z'ia's eyes narrowed, not so much at Aveleth going off to sulk, as in response to the way A'liran's own eyes widened dramatically, the greenrider struggling anew against a grip that had been softening. Z'ia's fingers re-clenched instinctively, uninterested in allowing his companion to reinvest in the previous attacks; Z'ia's jaw was throbbing on the left side, and there was unmistakable bruising around the right eye, though it wasn't quite so bad as to actively swell. Visible damage, but nothing terrible.
Then A'liran was crying. Z'ia's own eyes opened wide as he stared at the greenrider, sitting up and shoving the babbling man away from, frowning almost comically as he did so. The tiny bluerider hadn't seen A'liran cry often, and wasn't really aware that the greenrider did so after he left the room; mostly A'liran 'cried' when Z'ia scored a blow somewhere particularly tender, tears of shock more than tears of... whatever was causing that fucking river flowing down the greenrider's face.
Z'ia gave him a good kick with both feet, pushing himself away from A'liran as much as it was intended to shove the greenrider away from himself, and climbed to his feet. The scowl was still fixed firmly in place as Z'ia poked around the room to pick up and put on his clothing, dark green gaze darting back to the bawling greenrider at intervals. "Oh, shut up!" Z'ia hissed finally, one hiccup too many interrupting the sound of sobs. The scowl on Z'ia's face was dangerous as he - clothed once more - stood over A'liran and grabbed a fist full of hair, half jerking the greenrider up. "I'll give you a real reason to cry." It wasn't an empty threat, and Z'ia knew A'liran would realise that. He glared at A'liran for a moment, fighting to meet the greenriders eyes, then growled in disgust and released the hold he had on the man's hair; to fall or claim his feet and stand up, left to him.
Z'ia didn't bother with any further words as he spun on his heel and bounced out of the room, flicking the door closed behind him and leaving A'liran alone in the bathing room.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia