24.Aug.13, 11:58 PM
Z'jan's expression was a mix of mirth and letdown. After all, he'd surrendered. He's lost. Losing sucked! But it had been his own fault, so he could only blame himself. But blaming himself sucked too. He'd much rather blame someone else. But that someone else, with his come hither summons and gesturing hand, was currently in charge of the only exit out of his thorny cage. And it's never smart to goad the gatekeeper.
"Ah man," he was smiling, but there was also some awkwardness, even bordering on shyness, lurking in his gaze. Nothing that stood out profoundly. But just a hint. For Z'jan, any new bedmate (forest-floor-mate?) made his adrenaline pump a little more than normal. The unknown of a new partner: what to expect, what to do... it brought out Z'jan's less dominant side. Which was paradoxical to how adrenaline normally made him behave.
And he loved it. Around Ghalath, the antisocial green, he had to be the bold social ambassador. Around others, he was wild Z'jan, or boisterous Z'jan, or frequently 'jumping off shit' Z'jan. But alone, in the woods, with an older brownrider that he hardly knew?... he could be anybody he wanted. Perhaps that's why he slept around so much. One night stands had become his sexual currency.
And he was totally ok with that.
With a slow, less confidant than normal step, he moved towards O'wain. His eyes didn't show fear, but a sort of anxious excitement. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, though even now his breathing was slowing, returning to normal.
Another step. A little smile, which he quickly tried to wipe away with his hand. But it lingered there. Just at the corners. Another step.
At this point, there was only one step left.
"Ah man," he was smiling, but there was also some awkwardness, even bordering on shyness, lurking in his gaze. Nothing that stood out profoundly. But just a hint. For Z'jan, any new bedmate (forest-floor-mate?) made his adrenaline pump a little more than normal. The unknown of a new partner: what to expect, what to do... it brought out Z'jan's less dominant side. Which was paradoxical to how adrenaline normally made him behave.
And he loved it. Around Ghalath, the antisocial green, he had to be the bold social ambassador. Around others, he was wild Z'jan, or boisterous Z'jan, or frequently 'jumping off shit' Z'jan. But alone, in the woods, with an older brownrider that he hardly knew?... he could be anybody he wanted. Perhaps that's why he slept around so much. One night stands had become his sexual currency.
And he was totally ok with that.
With a slow, less confidant than normal step, he moved towards O'wain. His eyes didn't show fear, but a sort of anxious excitement. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, though even now his breathing was slowing, returning to normal.
Another step. A little smile, which he quickly tried to wipe away with his hand. But it lingered there. Just at the corners. Another step.
At this point, there was only one step left.