Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
08.Mar.13, 07:40 AM
B’jin laughed softly as a gentle kiss was placed upon his nose, brown eyes sparkling with warmth and affection, emotions which only intensified at R’nd’s shocked blinking. The greenrider’s amusement only intensified as he watched his bluerider struggle with the change in direction their idle chatter had gone, a small smile playing at B’jin’s lips. The sulkily mumbled words of his bedmate had the greenrider pausing, issuing his own rapid blinking before his face lit up and he smiled cheerfully. He completely missed any allure that might have been there of R’nd being all-bluerider, instead picking up only on as much of the statement as he himself were prepared to accept; R’nd preferred not to miss his flights. What more might have been buried in that statement was lost on B’jin, who was quite pleased his desire to have his flights won by the younger rider wasn’t one sided.
The greenrider laughed softly as R’nd’s air changed suddenly to hold the smugness that B’jin took to mean something had just fed his lover’s ego – he was inclined to blame Larrikith, who just snorted in response – and made no attempt to poke a hole in it. Instead, he snorted himself as R’nd commented on their ghastly dragons, and B’jin rolled his eyes dramatically. “Terrible creatures,” he replied with good nature, smiling playfully.
Wrapped up as he was in letting his fingers trace over as much of R’nd as he could without actually turning it into something (a game of some type, given the sly looks B’jin was tossing R’nd at intervals), the greenrider startled badly as R’nd suddenly jerked, throwing his arm up – followed by the sheet – and B’jin flinched away instinctively, eyes wide and darting as he tried to figure out what he’d done to set off the reaction. His hands had jerked in to his own chest, fingers locked and hands pressed tightly against himself. A moment later, and R’nd’s whimsical question had B’jin relaxing visibly, and he released a soft, shaky sigh. His hands untangled, one reaching out to touch R’nd gently as B’jin shifted a bit closer while the other kept the slope of material off his face.
“I don’t think so,” B’jin answered honestly, after thinking quietly for a little while. He pressed himself closer to his lover, apologising for his reaction without verbally drawing attention to it. It wasn’t the first time B’jin had reacted to something R’nd had done, and he doubted (with an internal flinch) it would be the last, but past experiences told him the bluerider wouldn’t press the issue. One day he would, but B’jin was content to leave that alone until it happened. “I went to the Hall when I was ten, remember,” he tapped R’nd playfully on the tip of his nose with one finger. “And it is best for little peasant boys not to hide under covers from rich little lordlings. It makes them angry.” He smirked, arrogance tainting the expression. “Not as angry as being better than them, though.”
The greenrider laughed softly as R’nd’s air changed suddenly to hold the smugness that B’jin took to mean something had just fed his lover’s ego – he was inclined to blame Larrikith, who just snorted in response – and made no attempt to poke a hole in it. Instead, he snorted himself as R’nd commented on their ghastly dragons, and B’jin rolled his eyes dramatically. “Terrible creatures,” he replied with good nature, smiling playfully.
Wrapped up as he was in letting his fingers trace over as much of R’nd as he could without actually turning it into something (a game of some type, given the sly looks B’jin was tossing R’nd at intervals), the greenrider startled badly as R’nd suddenly jerked, throwing his arm up – followed by the sheet – and B’jin flinched away instinctively, eyes wide and darting as he tried to figure out what he’d done to set off the reaction. His hands had jerked in to his own chest, fingers locked and hands pressed tightly against himself. A moment later, and R’nd’s whimsical question had B’jin relaxing visibly, and he released a soft, shaky sigh. His hands untangled, one reaching out to touch R’nd gently as B’jin shifted a bit closer while the other kept the slope of material off his face.
“I don’t think so,” B’jin answered honestly, after thinking quietly for a little while. He pressed himself closer to his lover, apologising for his reaction without verbally drawing attention to it. It wasn’t the first time B’jin had reacted to something R’nd had done, and he doubted (with an internal flinch) it would be the last, but past experiences told him the bluerider wouldn’t press the issue. One day he would, but B’jin was content to leave that alone until it happened. “I went to the Hall when I was ten, remember,” he tapped R’nd playfully on the tip of his nose with one finger. “And it is best for little peasant boys not to hide under covers from rich little lordlings. It makes them angry.” He smirked, arrogance tainting the expression. “Not as angry as being better than them, though.”
