28.Feb.13, 07:16 AM
“Amazing greenrider,” R’nd countered after the lingering kiss, far too happy with the compliment paid to him. He wasn’t a stranger to such things – from other people. B’jin, however, was rather tight-lipped when it came to dishing out flattery and listing things he liked about the bluerider so to be called wonderful by the man was rather remarkable to R’nd, though he knew better than to make a fuss over it. A compliment in return, which was merely a truth he had spoken multiple times in the past, was given instead as fingers brushed back B’jin’s hair that still didn’t like to stay behind his ear even at its long length.
As B’jin found the scratches and gave the apology, R’nd shook his head to deny the need for such words. “Scratches heal and I’m not worried about them so neither should you be.” They didn’t seem deep so Talian’s attention wouldn’t be needed and a bath later on would ensure the marks were cleaned so R’nd didn’t feel there was a risk of infection or an ugly healing process. He simply bore something that was common enough amongst flights. Given the light air to the apology and the smile that never left the greenrider’s face, R’nd knew B’jin wasn’t worried himself but it never hurt to give out extra reassurances. “I’ve recovered from far worse from encounters that were far less enjoyable.” A quick kiss was given to B’jin’s a nose, another trademark move he had adopted over his time with the older man.
The idea to pull B’jin back in so they could snuggle, sleep, or entertain each other further was appealing but before B’jin’s sly look and playful chiding caught him by surprise. R’nd stared at B’jin, giving only a few rapid blinks for several seconds as he processed the words properly. It wasn’t like he had wanted to skip the last two flights! S’kef’s win still angered R’nd if he let himself dwell on it too long and Ayyonth had nearly been disowned over it. He had wanted to chase! His stupid dragon thought it would be better not to. The last flight R’nd hadn’t even known had happened until after the fact. It was fairly amusing to hear Valerian had won after all his protesting at being caught up in a flight before at the lake with B’jin but given the flight R’nd had found himself in at the same time and how that ended, he was pretty sulky the rest of the night.
“It’s never my intention to lose or miss out on any of your flights,” he mumbled through a pout, unaware at how revealing that statement could be or how it could be twisted into something negative and viewed as a bluerider only wanting to claim wins over and over. “But when missed flights do happen, it only makes our wins more memorable and looked forward to.” R’nd perked up a bit with a mischievous grin as his arrogance returned. B’jin asking if he was proddy only now made it seem like the greenrider was trying to figure out when Larrikith would fly and to ensure the right person was around when it happened. R’nd did love being sought after and desired after all!
“I would promise not to miss another but I think that’s just asking for a certain blue and green duo to conspire against me.” He laughed and traced his fingers along B’jin’s warm skin as a distraction for hands that wanted to do much more wandering. R’nd knew the dragons loved them both but he also knew they both loved pranks and making their lives miserable in small doses whenever they could. They clearly already liked the idea of messing with flights – they most certainly did not need another reason to make it a regular thing!
When the dancing fingers were about to make the move to a chest, R’nd caught a streak of blue appearing across the room and he hesitated. He had forgotten about Rell! The flitter had stayed away during the flight – R’nd assumed given the way the firelizard only appeared then – but he was there now and B’jin wouldn’t be too pleased at being watched by something that could rebroadcast their time together to everyone. More amused than worried, R’nd grabbed the edge of the sheet at their waists and gave it a quick tug to send it up over their heads where he held it in just the right way to have it tented enough so it wasn’t coming down on their faces. “When you were little,” he began, oddly feeling bold enough to ask a direct direction even if it was bordering more on whimsical than anything else, “were you ever afraid of your darkened bedroom and hid under the covers, convinced that would keep you safe from what lurked in the dark?” R’nd recalled doing that during nasty storms rolling in over the ocean when he was a child, as well as hiding from his nightmares during the exile, and even now he would still take the sheets as protection against the sunlight and a chipper lover trying to wake him far too early in the morning.
As B’jin found the scratches and gave the apology, R’nd shook his head to deny the need for such words. “Scratches heal and I’m not worried about them so neither should you be.” They didn’t seem deep so Talian’s attention wouldn’t be needed and a bath later on would ensure the marks were cleaned so R’nd didn’t feel there was a risk of infection or an ugly healing process. He simply bore something that was common enough amongst flights. Given the light air to the apology and the smile that never left the greenrider’s face, R’nd knew B’jin wasn’t worried himself but it never hurt to give out extra reassurances. “I’ve recovered from far worse from encounters that were far less enjoyable.” A quick kiss was given to B’jin’s a nose, another trademark move he had adopted over his time with the older man.
The idea to pull B’jin back in so they could snuggle, sleep, or entertain each other further was appealing but before B’jin’s sly look and playful chiding caught him by surprise. R’nd stared at B’jin, giving only a few rapid blinks for several seconds as he processed the words properly. It wasn’t like he had wanted to skip the last two flights! S’kef’s win still angered R’nd if he let himself dwell on it too long and Ayyonth had nearly been disowned over it. He had wanted to chase! His stupid dragon thought it would be better not to. The last flight R’nd hadn’t even known had happened until after the fact. It was fairly amusing to hear Valerian had won after all his protesting at being caught up in a flight before at the lake with B’jin but given the flight R’nd had found himself in at the same time and how that ended, he was pretty sulky the rest of the night.
“It’s never my intention to lose or miss out on any of your flights,” he mumbled through a pout, unaware at how revealing that statement could be or how it could be twisted into something negative and viewed as a bluerider only wanting to claim wins over and over. “But when missed flights do happen, it only makes our wins more memorable and looked forward to.” R’nd perked up a bit with a mischievous grin as his arrogance returned. B’jin asking if he was proddy only now made it seem like the greenrider was trying to figure out when Larrikith would fly and to ensure the right person was around when it happened. R’nd did love being sought after and desired after all!
“I would promise not to miss another but I think that’s just asking for a certain blue and green duo to conspire against me.” He laughed and traced his fingers along B’jin’s warm skin as a distraction for hands that wanted to do much more wandering. R’nd knew the dragons loved them both but he also knew they both loved pranks and making their lives miserable in small doses whenever they could. They clearly already liked the idea of messing with flights – they most certainly did not need another reason to make it a regular thing!
When the dancing fingers were about to make the move to a chest, R’nd caught a streak of blue appearing across the room and he hesitated. He had forgotten about Rell! The flitter had stayed away during the flight – R’nd assumed given the way the firelizard only appeared then – but he was there now and B’jin wouldn’t be too pleased at being watched by something that could rebroadcast their time together to everyone. More amused than worried, R’nd grabbed the edge of the sheet at their waists and gave it a quick tug to send it up over their heads where he held it in just the right way to have it tented enough so it wasn’t coming down on their faces. “When you were little,” he began, oddly feeling bold enough to ask a direct direction even if it was bordering more on whimsical than anything else, “were you ever afraid of your darkened bedroom and hid under the covers, convinced that would keep you safe from what lurked in the dark?” R’nd recalled doing that during nasty storms rolling in over the ocean when he was a child, as well as hiding from his nightmares during the exile, and even now he would still take the sheets as protection against the sunlight and a chipper lover trying to wake him far too early in the morning.