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15.Oct.13, 11:30 PM
HE'S TOUCHING ME
Stay calm. You are in the presence of a lovely lady, are you not? Compose yourself, my dear, and save your passions for closed doors . It was hard for Ilveriath to keep a metaphorical straight face. The dragon's amusement slipped through the cracks in his poetic response, but I'shan was too busy panicking to really notice it. The bluerider's pants tightened appropriately when he felt R'nd's hand settle on his knee.
That particular detail stuck out in the mans head. His knee, of all places? R'nd wasn't even touching an intimate part of I'shan's delicate body, but merely his knee. I'shan had to wonder if he'd truly become so desperate and needy! What was next, would he maraud about the Weyr trying to fool handsome men into lightly brushing his knee? What was the world coming to?
I'm so pathetic I'shan sulked, biting his lip with sudden anxiety and sinking low in his seat, unintentionally threatening to bring his 100%-notmetaphorical boner into touch-range. As soon as the bluerider realized what he'd done, he took in a sharp breath an bolted upright in his seat.
"OH! A crawler!" he shouted, trying to cover for his odd behavior by claiming that creepy-crawly had attacked his feet. Of course, that explanation was rendered weak by the fact that his fair of flitters wasn't teaching the poor creature to bits. I'shan laughed brightly, then abruptly folded his hands in his lap.
"Soooooo," he purred, blushing. "Now that everything's aired out...yep! I'm single now. N'gelt hadn't even spoken to me in months now." There was a flickering of sadness in his voice, but the bluerider was able to cheerfully trample over it with another laugh. "How about you guys? Rhaedalyn! You're such a lovely young lady, I'm sure the boys are lining up just for the honor of kissing your hand!" He'd have asked about R'nd and B'jin, but well...that seemed like a terrible idea.
That particular detail stuck out in the mans head. His knee, of all places? R'nd wasn't even touching an intimate part of I'shan's delicate body, but merely his knee. I'shan had to wonder if he'd truly become so desperate and needy! What was next, would he maraud about the Weyr trying to fool handsome men into lightly brushing his knee? What was the world coming to?
I'm so pathetic I'shan sulked, biting his lip with sudden anxiety and sinking low in his seat, unintentionally threatening to bring his 100%-notmetaphorical boner into touch-range. As soon as the bluerider realized what he'd done, he took in a sharp breath an bolted upright in his seat.
"OH! A crawler!" he shouted, trying to cover for his odd behavior by claiming that creepy-crawly had attacked his feet. Of course, that explanation was rendered weak by the fact that his fair of flitters wasn't teaching the poor creature to bits. I'shan laughed brightly, then abruptly folded his hands in his lap.
"Soooooo," he purred, blushing. "Now that everything's aired out...yep! I'm single now. N'gelt hadn't even spoken to me in months now." There was a flickering of sadness in his voice, but the bluerider was able to cheerfully trample over it with another laugh. "How about you guys? Rhaedalyn! You're such a lovely young lady, I'm sure the boys are lining up just for the honor of kissing your hand!" He'd have asked about R'nd and B'jin, but well...that seemed like a terrible idea.
