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21.Nov.20, 06:00 PM
“What?” Kor’is was so caught off guard by the reply that he didn’t see the head butt coming. In hindsight, he doubted he would have prepared for it without the distracting comment but in the moment, it didn’t matter as he reeled back in pain and soon found himself back on the sand. He was busy clutching his face, prodding to find the areas that hurt the most and applying pressure to spots that felt marginally better from it when Cazan flopped atop him. Like she had to pin him down! He clearly wasn’t in any shape to keep moving let alone fight.
At the apology, he lowered his hands from his face and let his arms fall extended onto the sand. This hardly counted as a hug or cuddling but it was still far too close for comfort and Kor’is froze up, trying to find a way out of it. He tolerated such things from Sh’ran and Mylorah because it was so engrained in them and he’d never get them to break the habit but everyone else could keep to themselves. The contact was unsettling but the apology itself was starting to make him angry again. Of course Cazan wouldn’t listen to him and would keep throwing herself at him despite him not wanting anything to do with her. He actively went out of his way to encourage people to stop being nice and polite to him, flat out told her to stop, and yet she was still going to it and insist on letting him exist in her world.
Fuck. Her.
“Get off of me,” he ordered, barely above a whisper as he worked to keep his anger in check. He couldn’t go another round and while it didn’t seem like Cazan could either, Kor’is wasn’t risking it by saying anything else or in a tone that would provoke her. He wanted to be left alone and able to tend to his aches though visiting a healer didn’t seem any more enjoyable than having Cazan flopped on him.
I think we should. I can’t tell what Kor’is wants right now. He has too many jumbled emotions. Taith was still worried and still didn’t understand why Aradissicath let them fight. She clearly thought it was needed but Taith couldn’t see how it helped them. Cazan seemed willing to keep trying to be a friend but Kor’is was pulling away again. Was it Cazan or himself that he didn’t trust? Taith whimpered and looked to the large gold dragon to see what she thought of everything. Aradissicath gave him a nod and Taith, in turn, nuzzled Malvayth. I think you should check on your mate first and help her up. He had heard Kor’is’ demand for the goldrider to get off of him but Taith didn’t want to crowd them and didn’t want to upset Malvayth if he tried to move Cazan himself. It was a stressful evening and he didn’t want to aggravate anything further.
At the apology, he lowered his hands from his face and let his arms fall extended onto the sand. This hardly counted as a hug or cuddling but it was still far too close for comfort and Kor’is froze up, trying to find a way out of it. He tolerated such things from Sh’ran and Mylorah because it was so engrained in them and he’d never get them to break the habit but everyone else could keep to themselves. The contact was unsettling but the apology itself was starting to make him angry again. Of course Cazan wouldn’t listen to him and would keep throwing herself at him despite him not wanting anything to do with her. He actively went out of his way to encourage people to stop being nice and polite to him, flat out told her to stop, and yet she was still going to it and insist on letting him exist in her world.
Fuck. Her.
“Get off of me,” he ordered, barely above a whisper as he worked to keep his anger in check. He couldn’t go another round and while it didn’t seem like Cazan could either, Kor’is wasn’t risking it by saying anything else or in a tone that would provoke her. He wanted to be left alone and able to tend to his aches though visiting a healer didn’t seem any more enjoyable than having Cazan flopped on him.
I think we should. I can’t tell what Kor’is wants right now. He has too many jumbled emotions. Taith was still worried and still didn’t understand why Aradissicath let them fight. She clearly thought it was needed but Taith couldn’t see how it helped them. Cazan seemed willing to keep trying to be a friend but Kor’is was pulling away again. Was it Cazan or himself that he didn’t trust? Taith whimpered and looked to the large gold dragon to see what she thought of everything. Aradissicath gave him a nod and Taith, in turn, nuzzled Malvayth. I think you should check on your mate first and help her up. He had heard Kor’is’ demand for the goldrider to get off of him but Taith didn’t want to crowd them and didn’t want to upset Malvayth if he tried to move Cazan himself. It was a stressful evening and he didn’t want to aggravate anything further.
