16.Jul.13, 11:37 AM
Indivara's face was buried in the crook of Ryvian's neck, her arms still wrapped around him as she slowly came down off her high, and in the process, slowly came back to some semblance of her usual common sense, before bypassing it completely as her mind went into overdrive. Her clothing was lost somewhere at the bottom of the bathtub, and Kerrin would kill her for ruining yet another good outfit. She could barely remember the process of shimmying out of the wet articles, and certainly hadn't cared enough to toss them out of the water. So stupid, so terribly terribly stupid!
"Ry?" Her voice was soft, hoarse and not very typical of her. She didn't remove her face from where it was buried in his neck, and the word came out further muffled. It didn't matter; he'd know it was his nickname she'd said, even if he couldn't hear it for all the blocking it was subjected to. She'd never mistaken one twin for the other before, and often found it amusing how other people couldn't tell them apart and Indivara certainly wasn't about to join them then, by messing up. She leaned back slowly, not enough to give him a good view of anything but her face, but enough that she could blink at him with still foggy eyes. "I'm sorry."
She was clearly at fault, and had taken advantage of her poor friend's emotional shit storm, all to get laid and... Had she just said that apology out loud? Indivara blinked owlishly again, before frowning irritably. Even when Indivara knew she was in the wrong, she wasn't one to apologise, and hearing herself say the words so easily was, at the very least, annoying. At its worst, it was more than a little mortifying. Swollen lips pursed grumpily, Indivara huffed under her breath. Her fingers played in Ryvian's hair for a few moments, lingering at the base of his neck, before she frowned at him seriously. She couldn't even blame him, not when she'd been the one that caused it all and he'd actually managed to behave himself until she said he could do otherwise.
Naturally, that left only one way for the girl to cope with it all. "I hate you." It was stated very matter of fact, and with a decided lack of venom; despite her over working brain and the initial discomfort when her body was less than pleased at being abused so soon after Varlea's attack upon it, Indivara felt good, which just irked her more. How was she supposed to justify her actions to herself, when she'd denied her friend for the past several turns, only to drop her pants because he gave big sad eyes at Nyvian impressing without him? She was no better than a greenriding whore! Worse, probably, since she had no dragon.
"Hate you." She added for good measure, the heavy emphasis matching the irate glare she levelled on her companion. Despite that, her fingers were still playing gently in the hair at the nape of his neck, and she didn't move from his lap.
"Ry?" Her voice was soft, hoarse and not very typical of her. She didn't remove her face from where it was buried in his neck, and the word came out further muffled. It didn't matter; he'd know it was his nickname she'd said, even if he couldn't hear it for all the blocking it was subjected to. She'd never mistaken one twin for the other before, and often found it amusing how other people couldn't tell them apart and Indivara certainly wasn't about to join them then, by messing up. She leaned back slowly, not enough to give him a good view of anything but her face, but enough that she could blink at him with still foggy eyes. "I'm sorry."
She was clearly at fault, and had taken advantage of her poor friend's emotional shit storm, all to get laid and... Had she just said that apology out loud? Indivara blinked owlishly again, before frowning irritably. Even when Indivara knew she was in the wrong, she wasn't one to apologise, and hearing herself say the words so easily was, at the very least, annoying. At its worst, it was more than a little mortifying. Swollen lips pursed grumpily, Indivara huffed under her breath. Her fingers played in Ryvian's hair for a few moments, lingering at the base of his neck, before she frowned at him seriously. She couldn't even blame him, not when she'd been the one that caused it all and he'd actually managed to behave himself until she said he could do otherwise.
Naturally, that left only one way for the girl to cope with it all. "I hate you." It was stated very matter of fact, and with a decided lack of venom; despite her over working brain and the initial discomfort when her body was less than pleased at being abused so soon after Varlea's attack upon it, Indivara felt good, which just irked her more. How was she supposed to justify her actions to herself, when she'd denied her friend for the past several turns, only to drop her pants because he gave big sad eyes at Nyvian impressing without him? She was no better than a greenriding whore! Worse, probably, since she had no dragon.
"Hate you." She added for good measure, the heavy emphasis matching the irate glare she levelled on her companion. Despite that, her fingers were still playing gently in the hair at the nape of his neck, and she didn't move from his lap.