17.Jun.13, 10:12 PM
You didn't.
You know perfectly well that I did.
C'vir, distracted during the descent, had noted Atlan's presence in the most detached of manners. He'd seen the afternoon's light catch on bare skin, caught a wayward glimpse of fuzzily appealing bone structure. He hadn't, however, moved beyond abstract interest and attached the observations to the realization that he'd soon be in the floating man's company. With Besulth in charge of their destination, it should have come as little surprise that the brown would choose the sole spot along the river that could cause C'vir greater discomfort; the rider pursed his lips to keep back a sigh that would have satisfied the dragon immeasurably. Can't make anything easy on me, can you?
If you didn't make me bathe, we could have avoided this problem entirely.
You'd find other ways to torture me, I'm sure.
The brownrider stayed silent while he dismounted, keeping his eyes -- and the bulk of his attention -- aimed away from the other man. He didn't need a half-naked diversion, and planned on avoiding acknowledging the existence of the barely clad body until he'd gotten part of the afternoon's purpose behind. He busied himself systematically removing Besulth's riding straps, working his way around the dragon's body. Only after he'd completed the task did he step clear of the brown and turn to address the swimmer.
"I apologize for my dragon's presumptuousness."
And I apologize for my rider's poor manners. He has yet to learn how to make a proper introduction. The brown's reprimand was, as usual, a public one.
C'vir sighed, resignedly lifting a hand. "C'vir." He glanced over his shoulder to glare at the dragon. "And Besulth. He's here for a bath, but isn't likely to go without a fight."
C'vir, distracted during the descent, had noted Atlan's presence in the most detached of manners. He'd seen the afternoon's light catch on bare skin, caught a wayward glimpse of fuzzily appealing bone structure. He hadn't, however, moved beyond abstract interest and attached the observations to the realization that he'd soon be in the floating man's company. With Besulth in charge of their destination, it should have come as little surprise that the brown would choose the sole spot along the river that could cause C'vir greater discomfort; the rider pursed his lips to keep back a sigh that would have satisfied the dragon immeasurably. Can't make anything easy on me, can you?
You'd find other ways to torture me, I'm sure.
The brownrider stayed silent while he dismounted, keeping his eyes -- and the bulk of his attention -- aimed away from the other man. He didn't need a half-naked diversion, and planned on avoiding acknowledging the existence of the barely clad body until he'd gotten part of the afternoon's purpose behind. He busied himself systematically removing Besulth's riding straps, working his way around the dragon's body. Only after he'd completed the task did he step clear of the brown and turn to address the swimmer.
"I apologize for my dragon's presumptuousness."
C'vir sighed, resignedly lifting a hand. "C'vir." He glanced over his shoulder to glare at the dragon. "And Besulth. He's here for a bath, but isn't likely to go without a fight."