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06.Sep.13, 02:39 PM
Her shriek of defiance had no affect on him, Xyreith's bronze body twining elegantly around her own, grip sure and firm; no one was going to undo their pairing as he angled their wings, both experience and instinct guiding him as he lead them into a softly angled drop. There was no need to drop like stones as when one tangled with a green. Only the longest of flights would be worthy of a pairing such as theirs! On the ground, the bronzerider swept up Rhaedalyn easily, ignoring the others as the room emptied and he gently deposited the girl on her bed.
*~*~*
The familiar aches of a flight won warred with the knowledge that Xyreith had flown not that long ago, and so to fly and win again was vastly out of character for the creature. The soft, warm emotions coming off the beast were even more obscure and R'nya wasn't sure he wanted to ponder the implications behind them. There was, as always, a level of smug satisfaction, but that was the only reassurance - if it could so be called. All that meant was that Xyreith had, indeed, won. R'nya lifted a hand lazily and rubbed at his face, wondering which greenriding slut he'd wound up with now. Why Xyreith would choose to fly again so soon, he had no idea and stormy grey-blue eyes opened reluctantly.
There was absolutely nothing about the roof that told him whose bed he was in. The steady breathing beside him informed him that his partner had fallen asleep, rather than actively regain consciousness post flight. That, too, told him nothing and a gentle prod at Xyreith found him very much both content and asleep himself. R'nya blinked in surprise, that tidbit finally winning over his curiosity to see which bed he had landed in. Xyreith never curled up with his prize.
Blue-grey eyes took in the abundance of curly hair for several moments, framing rather nicely a very familiar face, and R'nya's face drained of colour. Aradissicath had flown? He'd known she was old enough, he'd seen her hide glowing more and more as the week progressed, and he'd been the one that had kept the idiots at bay when they tried to get into Rhaedalyn's personal space. He hadn't meant to get caught up in the actual flight though! Swallowing the urge to groan in distress, the bronzerider's hand made another pass over his face, fingers splayed over his eyes which opened slowly.
R'nya liked that many people considered him a prim and proper gentleman, and he felt it was an apropriate way to live. But he was still human, he was still a man, and he was still inclined to find pretty young women... pretty. He studied her sleeping face quietly, lowering his hand from his own slowly and gently shifting a lock of hair. She was smiling? Well, that was certainly nice! The girl was on her stomach, the light summer sheet spread at an angle across her lower back; R'nya was amused. He had no idea how the thing had managed not to end up on the other side of the room - unless Rhaedalyn had woken and put it... Blue eyes opened quite wide.
His eyes popping wider simply meant he had that much of a better view of the sleeping girl, and R'nya's attention shifted as blue eyes traced down the gentle curves of Rhaedalyn's back. She was so pretty! And all he could see was her back, and the shape of her legs under the light sheet, and her arms, and... R'nya shifted uncomfortably, sitting up carefully with one knee raised under the sheet. "Crap." The single word was spoken on a soft exhale, and R'nya leaned his weight back on one hand while the other carefully adjusted the light blanket so it covered more of Rhaedalyn.
The end of that action caused his gaze to linger back over her face, and R'nya froze like a deer in the headlights when he saw eyes staring back at him, barely breathing as he waited to see what she would do.
*~*~*
The familiar aches of a flight won warred with the knowledge that Xyreith had flown not that long ago, and so to fly and win again was vastly out of character for the creature. The soft, warm emotions coming off the beast were even more obscure and R'nya wasn't sure he wanted to ponder the implications behind them. There was, as always, a level of smug satisfaction, but that was the only reassurance - if it could so be called. All that meant was that Xyreith had, indeed, won. R'nya lifted a hand lazily and rubbed at his face, wondering which greenriding slut he'd wound up with now. Why Xyreith would choose to fly again so soon, he had no idea and stormy grey-blue eyes opened reluctantly.
There was absolutely nothing about the roof that told him whose bed he was in. The steady breathing beside him informed him that his partner had fallen asleep, rather than actively regain consciousness post flight. That, too, told him nothing and a gentle prod at Xyreith found him very much both content and asleep himself. R'nya blinked in surprise, that tidbit finally winning over his curiosity to see which bed he had landed in. Xyreith never curled up with his prize.
Blue-grey eyes took in the abundance of curly hair for several moments, framing rather nicely a very familiar face, and R'nya's face drained of colour. Aradissicath had flown? He'd known she was old enough, he'd seen her hide glowing more and more as the week progressed, and he'd been the one that had kept the idiots at bay when they tried to get into Rhaedalyn's personal space. He hadn't meant to get caught up in the actual flight though! Swallowing the urge to groan in distress, the bronzerider's hand made another pass over his face, fingers splayed over his eyes which opened slowly.
R'nya liked that many people considered him a prim and proper gentleman, and he felt it was an apropriate way to live. But he was still human, he was still a man, and he was still inclined to find pretty young women... pretty. He studied her sleeping face quietly, lowering his hand from his own slowly and gently shifting a lock of hair. She was smiling? Well, that was certainly nice! The girl was on her stomach, the light summer sheet spread at an angle across her lower back; R'nya was amused. He had no idea how the thing had managed not to end up on the other side of the room - unless Rhaedalyn had woken and put it... Blue eyes opened quite wide.
His eyes popping wider simply meant he had that much of a better view of the sleeping girl, and R'nya's attention shifted as blue eyes traced down the gentle curves of Rhaedalyn's back. She was so pretty! And all he could see was her back, and the shape of her legs under the light sheet, and her arms, and... R'nya shifted uncomfortably, sitting up carefully with one knee raised under the sheet. "Crap." The single word was spoken on a soft exhale, and R'nya leaned his weight back on one hand while the other carefully adjusted the light blanket so it covered more of Rhaedalyn.
The end of that action caused his gaze to linger back over her face, and R'nya froze like a deer in the headlights when he saw eyes staring back at him, barely breathing as he waited to see what she would do.
