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29.Sep.19, 01:35 PM
Misha woke to the grumbly stormcloud on the edge of his consciousness that was Dyoricath. Blinking his eyes open slowly revealed Dyoricath sitting at the edge of his bed and glowering at the door. Or, more accurately, glowering at something going on beyond it. Sh’ran could hear muffled voices from outside the room but wasn’t quite awake enough to properly identify them or process what was being said.
Check up, Dyoricath said morosely. Ah. The young blue wasn’t particularly fond of people who weren’t Sh’ran touching him, and he didn’t particularly like any of the people who did the checking. Not that Dyoricath liked many - any - other people in general, but he seemed to particularly dislike the people who were intent on getting in his space constantly.
“Who do we get today?” Sh’ran asked, sitting up and starting to get up off the bed. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the first place, so wasn’t even under a blanket or anything. Dyoricath sent him mental images of Narinoa and L’gan, along with waves of distaste. His dragonet seemed set on not using people’s names if he could help it (which was most of the time), though he especially disliked using people’s names if he disliked them. Which, unfortunately, seemed to be most people. It didn’t take long for Sh’ran to start picking up the patterns in who his dragon liked least - anyone Sh’ran had an emotional attachment to. Considering Sh’ran easily made friends and loved people openly, that was… a lot of people. And of course meant that the more Misha wanted to spend time with a person, the more opposed to it Dyoricath was. Dyoricath seemed to particularly dislike anyone Sh’ran had ever had sex with, which again was a lot of people. A lot. Several of whom they saw a lot. They fucking lived with B’kit after all, and Narinoa was there all the time to check on the dragonets, and it’s not like Sh’ran was going to keep C’dhin or Kordiavis from visiting - even if he’d learned better than to try touching either of them, which sucked massively. No, Dyoricath was just going to have to learn to deal with interacting with people his rider had slept with. Hopefully. Or Sh’ran was going to have to get used to never getting laid again but he really, really hoped that would not be the case and after a few months Dyo would realize that he occupied a very special place in Misha’s heart and life that no one else could ever take. Sooner rather than later would be nice.
“All right, let’s get this over with,” Sh’ran sighed, giving Dyoricath a reassuring scratch on the eye ridge before opening the door to the rest of the world. The dragonet grumbled and follwed behind him. Misha stepped out of the room just in time to hear B’kit’s comment to Erebuth.
“Don’t go giving him any ideas,” he mock scolded, knowing that Dyoricath would have happily scared everyone else off if it hadn’t been made very clear to him by the Weyrlingmaster’s dragon that these people were necessary for his and his rider’s well being and they had to be put up with. Didn’t stop Dyoricath complaining or screeching if he felt someone was taking undue liberties. “Good morning, by the way. Wait, no,” Misha squinted out towards the sun where he could see it off the ledge, “it’s afternoon, isn’t it?” Time had no meaning anymore with sickly, baby dragons, though they were all actually starting to sleep through the night and Sh’ran had almost been having a proper sleep schedule again. Almost.
Check up, Dyoricath said morosely. Ah. The young blue wasn’t particularly fond of people who weren’t Sh’ran touching him, and he didn’t particularly like any of the people who did the checking. Not that Dyoricath liked many - any - other people in general, but he seemed to particularly dislike the people who were intent on getting in his space constantly.
“Who do we get today?” Sh’ran asked, sitting up and starting to get up off the bed. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the first place, so wasn’t even under a blanket or anything. Dyoricath sent him mental images of Narinoa and L’gan, along with waves of distaste. His dragonet seemed set on not using people’s names if he could help it (which was most of the time), though he especially disliked using people’s names if he disliked them. Which, unfortunately, seemed to be most people. It didn’t take long for Sh’ran to start picking up the patterns in who his dragon liked least - anyone Sh’ran had an emotional attachment to. Considering Sh’ran easily made friends and loved people openly, that was… a lot of people. And of course meant that the more Misha wanted to spend time with a person, the more opposed to it Dyoricath was. Dyoricath seemed to particularly dislike anyone Sh’ran had ever had sex with, which again was a lot of people. A lot. Several of whom they saw a lot. They fucking lived with B’kit after all, and Narinoa was there all the time to check on the dragonets, and it’s not like Sh’ran was going to keep C’dhin or Kordiavis from visiting - even if he’d learned better than to try touching either of them, which sucked massively. No, Dyoricath was just going to have to learn to deal with interacting with people his rider had slept with. Hopefully. Or Sh’ran was going to have to get used to never getting laid again but he really, really hoped that would not be the case and after a few months Dyo would realize that he occupied a very special place in Misha’s heart and life that no one else could ever take. Sooner rather than later would be nice.
“All right, let’s get this over with,” Sh’ran sighed, giving Dyoricath a reassuring scratch on the eye ridge before opening the door to the rest of the world. The dragonet grumbled and follwed behind him. Misha stepped out of the room just in time to hear B’kit’s comment to Erebuth.
“Don’t go giving him any ideas,” he mock scolded, knowing that Dyoricath would have happily scared everyone else off if it hadn’t been made very clear to him by the Weyrlingmaster’s dragon that these people were necessary for his and his rider’s well being and they had to be put up with. Didn’t stop Dyoricath complaining or screeching if he felt someone was taking undue liberties. “Good morning, by the way. Wait, no,” Misha squinted out towards the sun where he could see it off the ledge, “it’s afternoon, isn’t it?” Time had no meaning anymore with sickly, baby dragons, though they were all actually starting to sleep through the night and Sh’ran had almost been having a proper sleep schedule again. Almost.
