12.Oct.19, 09:57 PM
Archives? F’drel shifted to glance around again. It really was more empty shelves than anything. There was only one shelf that had pretty much anything on it. The Harpers had taken that much from the Weyrs and not returned it yet? Damn.
“Probably a good thing it’s not currently full of books and scrolls,” F’drel said, squinting at the one in-use shelf that by sheer luck seemed to be untouched by the Flight. Thank fuck. F’drel didn’t want to have to explain to M’ris that he’d damaged the few records he’d managed to get back from the Harpers during sex. That would be… less than fun.
“And I wasn’t over here. I was trying to get back to my weyr,” he muttered, putting his head back against T’ryn’s shoulder - he didn’t want to put his head on the floor, not unless he absolutely had to. Had nothing to do with his current Flight induced clinginess.
“You weren’t,” F’drel reassured T’ryn, trying not to feel disappointed when T’ryn adjusted to give him more space. Because he appreciated that T’ryn did it! At least the logical, eternally vigilant, paranoid part of him did. His Flight brain, which was apparently stronger just then, didn’t want to be let go of. Stupid Flight brain. “And I’m not humoring you. Miri thinks snuggling is the best thing in the world, and no matter how clingy you think you’re being, I’m even more so right now,” he admitted. F’drel didn’t add that usually he had to immediately shove the desire to cuddle as far down as possible because he wanted nothing further to do with the Flight winner. It was possible all the repressed snuggling from past Flights was all piling on him at once. Or maybe this was what he would have been like then too if he hadn’t gotten caught up in panic so quickly when he came to next to someone he didn’t know.
He sighed again, closing his eyes. “I should get up and make we didn’t break anything.” Maybe if he said it out loud it would be easier to make himself do it. It was not, and F’drel stayed exactly where he was. ’Miri, can you maybe let up for a few minutes?’ F’drel thought at her, not really expecting much. He could practically feel her pouting, and dragons couldn’t even physically pout.
I’m not doing anything, she said, though she did actively pull her awareness back a little. Maybe once you’ve checked the room you can go somewhere more comfortable and continue snuggling? Halomirth asked hopefully, pointedly including T’ryn and Syrendryth when she said it.
“Probably a good thing it’s not currently full of books and scrolls,” F’drel said, squinting at the one in-use shelf that by sheer luck seemed to be untouched by the Flight. Thank fuck. F’drel didn’t want to have to explain to M’ris that he’d damaged the few records he’d managed to get back from the Harpers during sex. That would be… less than fun.
“And I wasn’t over here. I was trying to get back to my weyr,” he muttered, putting his head back against T’ryn’s shoulder - he didn’t want to put his head on the floor, not unless he absolutely had to. Had nothing to do with his current Flight induced clinginess.
“You weren’t,” F’drel reassured T’ryn, trying not to feel disappointed when T’ryn adjusted to give him more space. Because he appreciated that T’ryn did it! At least the logical, eternally vigilant, paranoid part of him did. His Flight brain, which was apparently stronger just then, didn’t want to be let go of. Stupid Flight brain. “And I’m not humoring you. Miri thinks snuggling is the best thing in the world, and no matter how clingy you think you’re being, I’m even more so right now,” he admitted. F’drel didn’t add that usually he had to immediately shove the desire to cuddle as far down as possible because he wanted nothing further to do with the Flight winner. It was possible all the repressed snuggling from past Flights was all piling on him at once. Or maybe this was what he would have been like then too if he hadn’t gotten caught up in panic so quickly when he came to next to someone he didn’t know.
He sighed again, closing his eyes. “I should get up and make we didn’t break anything.” Maybe if he said it out loud it would be easier to make himself do it. It was not, and F’drel stayed exactly where he was. ’Miri, can you maybe let up for a few minutes?’ F’drel thought at her, not really expecting much. He could practically feel her pouting, and dragons couldn’t even physically pout.
I’m not doing anything, she said, though she did actively pull her awareness back a little. Maybe once you’ve checked the room you can go somewhere more comfortable and continue snuggling? Halomirth asked hopefully, pointedly including T’ryn and Syrendryth when she said it.