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24.Aug.13, 07:25 PM
Z'jan was pulled upwards, definitively caught. He exhaled the breath he thought he'd so desperately need, and inhaled a more regularly sized one. Water streamed into his eyes, but he didn't try to brush the strands away. They weren't actually in his eyes, being just too short to impede his vision. Now firmly, and irrefutably caught, Z'jan's first instinct was to view this as part of the game. He'd lost. Damn. But hey! How about another--
--but things were moving a little differently, in reality. And while Z'jan might not be the fastest runner out of the gate, he wasn't wherry brained enough not to see where the water-wrestle was really headed...
So the kiss came both as a surprise and--not a surprise. Z'jan was pliant, though didn't respond with gusto at first. Not because he held any ill will or discomfort regarding the situation, but rather because (unlike some people) 'summoning wood' wasn't exactly an instantaneous endeavor. When O'wain broke off the kiss, Z'jan held the brownrider's gaze.
"Ok, fact: I'm caught." He held his hands flat against O'wain chest, flexing the fingers away to show his lack of resistance. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "and I think--"
He didn't get to finish.
[ghalath] I smell... burn?[/ghalath] Ghalath stated definitively from her not-eyeing, not-touching position next to Nishkath on the shore.
At first the words made no sense to Z'jan. The confusion was evident on his face. Then, just as evident, came a realization: "Uh... hey O'wain? So, did you say not to put the green wood on the fire?" Z'jan gave a tentative smile "Because I think... maybe... dinner's done."
With O'wain's taller shoulder blocking his view, he could only imagine what looking towards the shore would reveal. He leaned in, under the pretense of trying peer over it. But... well. Maybe it was worth it to burn the food, just so he wouldn't have to move. So neither of them would have to move?
But with that thought came a violent growl of his stomach. While a certain part of his anatomy might be slow in responding, a different, though equally essential part would not be taking NO for an answer. At least, when it came to eating.
--but things were moving a little differently, in reality. And while Z'jan might not be the fastest runner out of the gate, he wasn't wherry brained enough not to see where the water-wrestle was really headed...
So the kiss came both as a surprise and--not a surprise. Z'jan was pliant, though didn't respond with gusto at first. Not because he held any ill will or discomfort regarding the situation, but rather because (unlike some people) 'summoning wood' wasn't exactly an instantaneous endeavor. When O'wain broke off the kiss, Z'jan held the brownrider's gaze.
"Ok, fact: I'm caught." He held his hands flat against O'wain chest, flexing the fingers away to show his lack of resistance. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "and I think--"
He didn't get to finish.
[ghalath] I smell... burn?[/ghalath] Ghalath stated definitively from her not-eyeing, not-touching position next to Nishkath on the shore.
At first the words made no sense to Z'jan. The confusion was evident on his face. Then, just as evident, came a realization: "Uh... hey O'wain? So, did you say not to put the green wood on the fire?" Z'jan gave a tentative smile "Because I think... maybe... dinner's done."
With O'wain's taller shoulder blocking his view, he could only imagine what looking towards the shore would reveal. He leaned in, under the pretense of trying peer over it. But... well. Maybe it was worth it to burn the food, just so he wouldn't have to move. So neither of them would have to move?
But with that thought came a violent growl of his stomach. While a certain part of his anatomy might be slow in responding, a different, though equally essential part would not be taking NO for an answer. At least, when it came to eating.
