13.Oct.19, 04:03 PM
L’gan swore as Dyoricath started shrieking at him, pulling his hand back as though burned. He took a step back immediately, showing the dragonet his hands, nowhere near Sh’ran. “Shards, I’m sorry. Dyo, I’m not going to touch him again, I promise. See?” The sound echoed through his skull as the physical yell was matched by mindvoice screeching, instantly giving him a headache.
Hush, Dyoricath, Semath interjected, pitching her mindvoice to be heard despite the shrieking. L’gan meant no possession. He just meant a friend-touch, like a stroke of your neck or eye ridges. Sh’ran is yours, mine doesn’t want him. Just to be sure he’s healthy.
He barely registered Narinoa’s words or Semath’s, but felt the hand on his elbow and let himself be guided away, his head spinning. “I agree. We should find Zezeth and Madiquel, and my head feels about to split open.” He gave a small smile as Narinoa tugged him closer flirtatiously. “You’re trying to distract me from work. Hardly professional, Noa.” But he didn’t move back right away. He winced as another shriek pierced the door. “Though, I’ll take anything to get away from this for a little while.”
Hush, Dyoricath, Semath interjected, pitching her mindvoice to be heard despite the shrieking. L’gan meant no possession. He just meant a friend-touch, like a stroke of your neck or eye ridges. Sh’ran is yours, mine doesn’t want him. Just to be sure he’s healthy.
He barely registered Narinoa’s words or Semath’s, but felt the hand on his elbow and let himself be guided away, his head spinning. “I agree. We should find Zezeth and Madiquel, and my head feels about to split open.” He gave a small smile as Narinoa tugged him closer flirtatiously. “You’re trying to distract me from work. Hardly professional, Noa.” But he didn’t move back right away. He winced as another shriek pierced the door. “Though, I’ll take anything to get away from this for a little while.”