04.Jul.18, 08:09 AM
T’bia had been positively floating since his picnic with M’dox. He’d gone to see R’nd the day after the picnic, gushing to the bluerider about everything that had happened. The day after that he’d been kept busy because Jycenth had been in need of a full-attention bath, and scrubbing and then oiling the dragon had kept T’bia occupied for the majority of the day, even if he’d still been floating around his bonded and babbling gleefully about the picnic.
The third day he’d woken up, curled up in bed, cuddling his blanket and smiling to himself. The day had been spent being social; T’bia didn’t have many close friends, and he had a lot of acquaintances that liked to mock him, but he had a few people he felt he was if not friends with, at least wasn’t just on a name-basis-only level? He’d enjoyed sitting around in the dining hall with them, chattering and eating and looking up hopefully every time he realised someone was coming through the Hall. He hadn’t seen M’dox, though, and by the time the day was over and he was off to bathe before bed, T’bia was intently aware of how much he wanted to see the brownrider again.
T’bia liked M’dox. He’d liked him because he was friendly and nice and polite, but now he really liked him; he was still friendly and nice and polite, but T’bia also thought he was beautiful and his lips tasted so nice and T’bia pouted as he cleaned up his living area, putting away some items that had strayed from where they were supposed to be kept. He really wanted to see his friend again, and he really hoped there would be more of the kissing, too, because he missed that, too! Sighing dramatically to himself, T’bia was interrupted by Jycenth’s amusement, and he pouted in the direction of his dragon.
You know his weyr is within walking distance, love. Why don’t you go visit him? Jycenth found T’bia’s internal debate endearing as the young man continued to pout and talk himself out of why visiting would be a good idea. The fact that Riquarth took that moment to reach out to him delighted Jycenth, and he laughed softly. I will send him down, Jycenth responded, his gentle voice riddled with amusement as he returned Riquarth’s image with one of T’bia pouting up at him. What would these poor humans do without their dragons?
If you’re not going to visit him, please do your laundry love. I can smell your clothing from here. For a dragon who was usually ridiculously sweet and gentle, the teasing words came across almost harsh and T’bia’s eyes widened; his clothing must really smell if Jycenth was telling him to do his laundry! Running around rapidly to collect up everything that wasn’t neatly folded away, T’bia shoved it all into his dirty laundry basket and quickly dashed out of the room, sending an apologetic thought back to his dragon.
Jycenth cringed as he reached out to Riquarth again.He thinks I think he smells now, he sighed, amused but embarrassed about causing his rider any sense of distress. Granted, that was washed away by Jycenth’s bark of laughter when T’bia pushed his way into the laundry room backwards, and turned around to see M’dox’s back.
T’bia paused, blinking in surprise; he could feel Jycenth’s delighted amusement and his own heart soared, even as he gave a squeaking little squeal of delight and T’bia dropped his basket. Completely oblivious of the woman on the other side of the room, T’bia threw himself across the room to M’dox, wrapping his arms around the other man’s neck from behind and leaning over one shoulder to plant a joyful kiss on M’dox’s cheek. “Hello!” he chirped, nuzzling M’dox’s cheek with his nose.
The third day he’d woken up, curled up in bed, cuddling his blanket and smiling to himself. The day had been spent being social; T’bia didn’t have many close friends, and he had a lot of acquaintances that liked to mock him, but he had a few people he felt he was if not friends with, at least wasn’t just on a name-basis-only level? He’d enjoyed sitting around in the dining hall with them, chattering and eating and looking up hopefully every time he realised someone was coming through the Hall. He hadn’t seen M’dox, though, and by the time the day was over and he was off to bathe before bed, T’bia was intently aware of how much he wanted to see the brownrider again.
T’bia liked M’dox. He’d liked him because he was friendly and nice and polite, but now he really liked him; he was still friendly and nice and polite, but T’bia also thought he was beautiful and his lips tasted so nice and T’bia pouted as he cleaned up his living area, putting away some items that had strayed from where they were supposed to be kept. He really wanted to see his friend again, and he really hoped there would be more of the kissing, too, because he missed that, too! Sighing dramatically to himself, T’bia was interrupted by Jycenth’s amusement, and he pouted in the direction of his dragon.
Jycenth cringed as he reached out to Riquarth again.
T’bia paused, blinking in surprise; he could feel Jycenth’s delighted amusement and his own heart soared, even as he gave a squeaking little squeal of delight and T’bia dropped his basket. Completely oblivious of the woman on the other side of the room, T’bia threw himself across the room to M’dox, wrapping his arms around the other man’s neck from behind and leaning over one shoulder to plant a joyful kiss on M’dox’s cheek. “Hello!” he chirped, nuzzling M’dox’s cheek with his nose.