Sweet Music [Valerian]

After all this time? the little dragon snorted in amusement, her eyes swirling happily as she accepted Valerian’s gentle touch. Where would the fun be in that?! It was far more interesting to make her rider squirm, and though Valerian spoke of R’nd pouting, which she figured he would undoubtedly be doing at any rate, Larrikith just gave a shrug. B’jin will make him smile later. there was a devious note to her mental voice then, and an unspoken hint about how her human would make the pouting man feel better.

B’jin watched the back of his dragon’s head, and the young man she was speaking to with a combination of confusion and not a small amount of irritation as he was pointedly excluded from whatever it was that Larrikith was saying. Her eyes were swirling with contented joy and amusement, so he had no doubt that whatever she was saying was likely at his expense. Huffing slightly, B’jin poked her pointedly a few times with light jabs of his pointer finger. “Larrikith? Are we going home or am I just going to sit here and look pretty for the rest of the day?” A teasing smile was flashed towards Valerian, only to see the young man flomp down in the sand dejectedly.

B’jin hesitated, visibly (or, if anyone had been watching) as he struggled against the two warring responses he had to the young man’s actions; he was a bluerider, so surely he was fine and not really looking like he was upset or sulking, right? Valerian had always been someone that struck B’jin as very private about his emotions and so he wasn’t surprised that the young man’s win was celebrated by sitting on the beach with his dragon. But… He was still B’jin’s friend, right, and he was pretty sure Valerian wasn’t too happy. How could he not be happy?! B’jin was a stuck up prude, but he was also a good lay! Why the hell wasn’t Valerian happy?!

A scowly pout contorted B’jin’s face as he watched Valerian coddle his blues as Veeth curled up around the young Harper. Taking a breath, B’jin opened his mouth to call out to Valerian, when Larrikith suddenly shifted and spread her wings. Leave him be, love. You can talk to him after Lessons. B’jin’s fingers splayed on Larrikith’s neck, feeling the warmth from her hide; it was drying out and she would need to be oiled soon. I would like that, she murmured even as B’jin smiled.

“I’ll see you later, Val.” B’jin’s voice was just loud enough to carry, and warmed with the affection he held for the young man, even if he didn’t want to wind up tangled with him again! Larrikith rumbled, amused, and gave a soft chirping sound before blinking between to the bathing house.

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