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!
09.May.12, 09:37 AM
Had he known anything about it, re-educating Talian on the ins and outs of draconic memory would have been somewhere at the top of B'jin's priorities, if only so that a more peaceful truce could be initiated between the young man and the spirited green dragon B'jin shared the space in his head with. Unaware of such issues, however, B'jin was unable to rectify the situation. It didn't occur to him that Talian may be behind in his knowledge of dragons - after all, the young man appeared to know a great deal about everything... so long as it wasn't fun. Which, in point, should have told B'jin that Talian really wouldn't know squat about dragons. What could be more fun than the silly beasts?
What could Talian possibly show less interest in?
B'jin, oblivious as ever, cackled with wickedly playful delight as Talian squealed and wriggled in an attempt to escape his gleeful tickling, the greenrider's brown eyes bright and alive with mirth. The people subjected to the man's tickling were few and far between, for normally it was he that was wriggling and kicking, laughing and crying and damn you Larrikith!
"No!" B'jin squealed, the single word hiccuping in the middle as he squeaked in protest at the fingers now attacking his own skin, dancing over tenderly sensitive anatomy, and the greenrider toppled backwards, fighting in fitful bursts against Talian's tickling while breathlessness turned his wicked laughter into near silent gasping giggles. Sound occasionally managed to burst through as he would randomly manage to land a good attack on Talian, before the young man got his own back on him. Tears were trailing down B'jin's cheeks, completely unchecked, while his stomach muscles protested forcefully to being so abused between laughter and tickles.
"N-n-n-no m-m-more," B'jin gasped, holding his hands up for a moment to signify his forfeit, before he dropped them, wrapping his arms solidly around his middle as he giggled breathlessly. He had no idea how long their playful torture had gone on - minutes, or hours (his stomach muscles said weeks) - but his random splattering of giggles refused to die completely even as B'jin, once he was sure Talian wasn't about to spring on him, wiped his face with the sleeve of one arm, folded over his palm. Another bout of giggles erupted from his lips, and he grinned at Talian.
"N-n-nice to see y-you smile," B'jin gasped, words split between teary gasps and the remains of his giggle fit. His face was a picture of mirthful joy, however, genuinely happy to see Talian without his trademark scowl.
What could Talian possibly show less interest in?
B'jin, oblivious as ever, cackled with wickedly playful delight as Talian squealed and wriggled in an attempt to escape his gleeful tickling, the greenrider's brown eyes bright and alive with mirth. The people subjected to the man's tickling were few and far between, for normally it was he that was wriggling and kicking, laughing and crying and damn you Larrikith!
"No!" B'jin squealed, the single word hiccuping in the middle as he squeaked in protest at the fingers now attacking his own skin, dancing over tenderly sensitive anatomy, and the greenrider toppled backwards, fighting in fitful bursts against Talian's tickling while breathlessness turned his wicked laughter into near silent gasping giggles. Sound occasionally managed to burst through as he would randomly manage to land a good attack on Talian, before the young man got his own back on him. Tears were trailing down B'jin's cheeks, completely unchecked, while his stomach muscles protested forcefully to being so abused between laughter and tickles.
"N-n-n-no m-m-more," B'jin gasped, holding his hands up for a moment to signify his forfeit, before he dropped them, wrapping his arms solidly around his middle as he giggled breathlessly. He had no idea how long their playful torture had gone on - minutes, or hours (his stomach muscles said weeks) - but his random splattering of giggles refused to die completely even as B'jin, once he was sure Talian wasn't about to spring on him, wiped his face with the sleeve of one arm, folded over his palm. Another bout of giggles erupted from his lips, and he grinned at Talian.
"N-n-nice to see y-you smile," B'jin gasped, words split between teary gasps and the remains of his giggle fit. His face was a picture of mirthful joy, however, genuinely happy to see Talian without his trademark scowl.
