15.Nov.12, 10:10 AM
"Good morning, Sunshine." Z'ia purred, his lips twisting into a sneer as he watched A'liran 'wake up' from the wonderful period of dragon flight. Z'ia rather enjoyed the sensation of regaining himself following a flight, most notably if Aveleth had actually invested in the chase. Other times there wasn't really all that much to regain, since it was his own desires pressing on his blue, rather than the other way around. It was why he so deeply enjoyed the experience when Aveleth chased a favourite.
Leaving A'liran to grumble and scoff, Z'ia sprang to his feet and bounced over to the door, kicking it shut with one foot before he spun around to watch the greenrider with a crooked smirk, green eyes sparkling and focused on the lithe greenrider's body and the ripple of muscles when he moves. Such a pretty man! Z'ia's pointer finger tapped against the side of his nose as A'liran swore at him - invited him. The little bluerider was very amused that A'liran hadn't yet put together his invitations and Z'ia's response; but after what? Almost four turns? He didn't expect him to put it together any time soon. Hopefully, never!
"Let me see that," Z'ia purred sweetly, stepping right into A'liran's space and tilting his head up forcefully so the bluerider could examine his eye. A concerned expression painted the younger man's features; ever a skilled liar and master of deceit. "Poor baby," Z'ia cooed softly, turning A'liran's head gently and tilting his own. He released the greenrider's chin.
Then he threw his fist, hard, at the other eye.
Leaving A'liran to grumble and scoff, Z'ia sprang to his feet and bounced over to the door, kicking it shut with one foot before he spun around to watch the greenrider with a crooked smirk, green eyes sparkling and focused on the lithe greenrider's body and the ripple of muscles when he moves. Such a pretty man! Z'ia's pointer finger tapped against the side of his nose as A'liran swore at him - invited him. The little bluerider was very amused that A'liran hadn't yet put together his invitations and Z'ia's response; but after what? Almost four turns? He didn't expect him to put it together any time soon. Hopefully, never!
"Let me see that," Z'ia purred sweetly, stepping right into A'liran's space and tilting his head up forcefully so the bluerider could examine his eye. A concerned expression painted the younger man's features; ever a skilled liar and master of deceit. "Poor baby," Z'ia cooed softly, turning A'liran's head gently and tilting his own. He released the greenrider's chin.
Then he threw his fist, hard, at the other eye.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia