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11.Nov.13, 12:40 AM
S'kef shuddered. "J'ver," he hissed wickedly, his voice trembling with force and adoration. He tightened his grip on the greenrider's collar and slowly rose to his feet, seeking to drag J'ver with him. The weak creature's voice was so faint and his body so frail...surely he would need help standing on those thin legs of his. S'kef set his jaw and snorted with disdain, giving his companion a shove in the direction of the bedroom.
"Shameful," he scolded, following slowly, unyielding eyes locking on the back of J'ver's head, outwardly daring him to resist and silently begging him not to. He stalked after, fists tight and breath shallow as he tried to get a handle on his anger. How close they always lingered to oblivion! Perhaps the brownrider was too paranoid, remembering the days of vulnerability all too well! He could still recall how often they flirted with near-certain failure and misery!
As he followed into their room ad pulled the door closed, he found a new thought wandering into his mind. In his daze of anger, he almost didn't realize that it was not his own.Since when has caution suited you?
Outside, Tyrrisath wound himself around Rilaleeyth, purring gently in an effort to soothe her. He silently shushed her, red eyes fluttering with the occasional specs of affectionate blue. He pressed his snout to hers and slowly slipped his tongue forward, like a lover trying to wipe away their companion's tears.You are not cautious. You are clever. There is a difference.
Tyrrisath sounded so disgusted with the paranoia. S'kef recoiled visibly and wrinkled his nose. He was pretty disgusted, too.
"Stay still," he barked, suddenly snapping his head towards J'ver and stalking over. He lifted his hands to caress the greenrider's cheeks as he pushed him back towards the bed, aiming to sit him down on the edge and examine his face to make sure he wasn't too badly hurt. The brownrider's grip remained uncomfortably firm, but it was now attentive. His expression twisted with disdain.
"....We are not so weak as we once were," he reasoned aloud, his words coming as a growl. "...Perhaps we can afford minor mistakes like this, so long as we don't let them influence our future."
A tentative apology. Sort of.
He leaned forward and kissed J'ver's cheek lightly. "I will always love you," he assured J'ver with grim finality. They were damned to one another. Yes, S'kef could simply walk away, as J'ver feared. He'd done it once before. Not long after, he came crawling back. He crawled back like a beggar crawled before a lord, only to tell J'ver that if he wished to leave, it must happen presently, for he would never get another chance. S'kef would never let him leave, just as he could never leave J'ver.
"Shameful," he scolded, following slowly, unyielding eyes locking on the back of J'ver's head, outwardly daring him to resist and silently begging him not to. He stalked after, fists tight and breath shallow as he tried to get a handle on his anger. How close they always lingered to oblivion! Perhaps the brownrider was too paranoid, remembering the days of vulnerability all too well! He could still recall how often they flirted with near-certain failure and misery!
As he followed into their room ad pulled the door closed, he found a new thought wandering into his mind. In his daze of anger, he almost didn't realize that it was not his own.
Outside, Tyrrisath wound himself around Rilaleeyth, purring gently in an effort to soothe her. He silently shushed her, red eyes fluttering with the occasional specs of affectionate blue. He pressed his snout to hers and slowly slipped his tongue forward, like a lover trying to wipe away their companion's tears.
Tyrrisath sounded so disgusted with the paranoia. S'kef recoiled visibly and wrinkled his nose. He was pretty disgusted, too.
"Stay still," he barked, suddenly snapping his head towards J'ver and stalking over. He lifted his hands to caress the greenrider's cheeks as he pushed him back towards the bed, aiming to sit him down on the edge and examine his face to make sure he wasn't too badly hurt. The brownrider's grip remained uncomfortably firm, but it was now attentive. His expression twisted with disdain.
"....We are not so weak as we once were," he reasoned aloud, his words coming as a growl. "...Perhaps we can afford minor mistakes like this, so long as we don't let them influence our future."
A tentative apology. Sort of.
He leaned forward and kissed J'ver's cheek lightly. "I will always love you," he assured J'ver with grim finality. They were damned to one another. Yes, S'kef could simply walk away, as J'ver feared. He'd done it once before. Not long after, he came crawling back. He crawled back like a beggar crawled before a lord, only to tell J'ver that if he wished to leave, it must happen presently, for he would never get another chance. S'kef would never let him leave, just as he could never leave J'ver.
