09.Sep.13, 06:28 PM
Rejected? Repulsed? I'shan's puzzlement was visible, but he didn't feel any better. Clearly there was some sort of confusion, but he was still caught off guard. "...You think I ran off because I didn't want you?"
Well, it technically was true. That wasn't how he thought of it, though. "Shards," he mumbled, looking at his feet and narrowing his eyes, "I didn't mean it that way." That was also true. "...I didn't do it to make you feel bad," he said softly, uncertain of himself and where exactly he was going with the conversation. "I don't hate you either, though! It's just that..."
How to say this delicately?
His nose scrunched up. "It has more to do with...ugh..." He half-growled, miserable and uncomfortable.Just say it his dragon purred sweetly to him. I'shan had a way of making big deals out of things, now didn't he?
The bluerider huffed. "...It wasn't your age or anything that bothered me. I just don't like sleeping with women," he finally confessed. He made a face. They were so unappealing! He got along with them fine as friends, or at least he had in the old days, but relationships? Their unpleasant bodies didn't help, either. He just didn't like it.
He started to open his mouth and ask if she'd preferred he puke in her bed, but Ilveriath stopped that before it could happen. I'shan's jaw snapped shut and he cursed his own lack of tact. "Eehhh....I was more running away before I freaked out and you got insulted...I was probably going to cry."
Probably? He did. He almost wanted to now, he felt like such a jackass. Instead, however, he covered it up with a big, goofy, possibly convincing smile. "Eehh...sorry. I was just freaked, is all..."
Well, it technically was true. That wasn't how he thought of it, though. "Shards," he mumbled, looking at his feet and narrowing his eyes, "I didn't mean it that way." That was also true. "...I didn't do it to make you feel bad," he said softly, uncertain of himself and where exactly he was going with the conversation. "I don't hate you either, though! It's just that..."
How to say this delicately?
His nose scrunched up. "It has more to do with...ugh..." He half-growled, miserable and uncomfortable.
The bluerider huffed. "...It wasn't your age or anything that bothered me. I just don't like sleeping with women," he finally confessed. He made a face. They were so unappealing! He got along with them fine as friends, or at least he had in the old days, but relationships? Their unpleasant bodies didn't help, either. He just didn't like it.
He started to open his mouth and ask if she'd preferred he puke in her bed, but Ilveriath stopped that before it could happen. I'shan's jaw snapped shut and he cursed his own lack of tact. "Eehhh....I was more running away before I freaked out and you got insulted...I was probably going to cry."
Probably? He did. He almost wanted to now, he felt like such a jackass. Instead, however, he covered it up with a big, goofy, possibly convincing smile. "Eehh...sorry. I was just freaked, is all..."