13.Jan.13, 12:55 AM
B’jin tilted his head to give R’nd an amused, tolerating look that clearly said he thought the bluerider was being silly. Understand him better than he understands himself? That was romantic folly that little girls sighed over, while they dreamed of Prince Charming and his Amazing Bronze to come and sweep them off their feet and away to a magical Weyr where life would be rainbows and candy. B’jin had no idea how R’nd aligned girlish romantic folly with their lives. Maybe his brain was still oxygen deprived from B’jin’s little three-word-stunt? The greenrider gave a breathy certainly-not-a-giggle sound and threaded his fingers through R’nd’s, studying the subtle contrasts between their skin tones as R’nd babbled something about Rell and cuddles. Since he was the object of cuddles while Rell was sulking, B’jin figured without really hearing the comment that he was the winning party and gave R’nd’s hand a gentle squeeze.
B’jin snorted, amused by the gentle dig – though he wasn’t quite sure if it were aimed at Ayyonth or R’nd. Either way, he found the comment amusing, and his voice was droll as he offered a return quip; “try thirty.” He still had no idea about Larrikith, and after more of his lifetime spent with the tart than not, B’jin was pretty sure he never would. Then again, she was pretty maintenance free; he could have been saddled with a dragon like Grith, who was loud and outrageous. Larrikith was just… cunning and a pain in his arse. Manageable, when he could be bothered (which, granted, he usually couldn’t) but definitely not a creature he understood, or would ever understand. The green monster’s sniggering in the back corner of his mind did nothing to win B’jin over in that regard. Bitch of a dragon!
Ayyonth’s light voice across the edge of his mind was met with the general slight stiffening through the shoulders, but quickly eased as the greenrider snuggled closer against R’nd; the dragon’s obvious approval for what he’d said, and what he felt, was more than B’jin could have hoped for. B’jin dropped his chin, blushing, but also smirking like the cat that got the cream. What more could he ask for, than the blue dragon’s approval? It was a delicious conclusion to be reached, and B’jin hummed happily as he tilted his head back, kissing R’nd lightly on the jaw line, brown eyes bright and inviting. He didn’t have to see Valerian tonight! Larrikith could inform the Weyrling he wouldn’t make it, right? The green dragon’s dry retort simply had B’jin’s lips twisting, the corners tugging into a subtle smirk, though there was still highlighting from the blush tapered across his face.
B’jin snorted, amused by the gentle dig – though he wasn’t quite sure if it were aimed at Ayyonth or R’nd. Either way, he found the comment amusing, and his voice was droll as he offered a return quip; “try thirty.” He still had no idea about Larrikith, and after more of his lifetime spent with the tart than not, B’jin was pretty sure he never would. Then again, she was pretty maintenance free; he could have been saddled with a dragon like Grith, who was loud and outrageous. Larrikith was just… cunning and a pain in his arse. Manageable, when he could be bothered (which, granted, he usually couldn’t) but definitely not a creature he understood, or would ever understand. The green monster’s sniggering in the back corner of his mind did nothing to win B’jin over in that regard. Bitch of a dragon!
Ayyonth’s light voice across the edge of his mind was met with the general slight stiffening through the shoulders, but quickly eased as the greenrider snuggled closer against R’nd; the dragon’s obvious approval for what he’d said, and what he felt, was more than B’jin could have hoped for. B’jin dropped his chin, blushing, but also smirking like the cat that got the cream. What more could he ask for, than the blue dragon’s approval? It was a delicious conclusion to be reached, and B’jin hummed happily as he tilted his head back, kissing R’nd lightly on the jaw line, brown eyes bright and inviting. He didn’t have to see Valerian tonight! Larrikith could inform the Weyrling he wouldn’t make it, right? The green dragon’s dry retort simply had B’jin’s lips twisting, the corners tugging into a subtle smirk, though there was still highlighting from the blush tapered across his face.