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30.Mar.19, 07:22 PM
T’ryn had debated going to Telgar to stay with his dad or Fort to stay with a friend when Casa had excitedly told him Thallyath was showing all the signs of being ready to Fly. He had been excited for her at the time because her own excitement was contagious and he still loved to see her so happy and they used to talk about what they would do when Thallyath rose and how obviously he would be the winner. But that was back when they were a happy couple that held hands while skating on his aunt’s pond. Now… now was entirely different.
Syrendryth and Thallyath didn’t even like each other and even during their conversation about how they would win, T’ryn never fully believed it. With his luck, the two dragons would start fighting in the sky instead of mating or maybe they would be the first dragons to have hate sex. Maybe that was why he didn’t end up leaving Ista. Syrendryth wouldn’t give chase and he could simply tell Casa that. It’d be a lot easier than telling her he couldn’t stay there knowing he didn’t have a chance with her even with a Flight and would know who she was fucking that day without assuming or guessing who was her bed warmer. He didn’t want to see her sad and he had a feeling his absence, while it wouldn’t be noticed at the time thanks to the lust, would still upset her when she heard he had left.
He still had feelings for her, as stupid as he was for it. They made great friends and could carry amazing conversations about anything and that was why he liked her so much. Okay, she was gorgeous as well, but being with her made him happy. It was how he felt about N’mor as well which was why his heart had started splitting in two as he couldn’t figure out who he loved, or loved more. But he wasn’t what Casa needed or wanted and while he knew that, there were still days where he wished he could change that.
T’ryn sighed. Great, even when a Flight was literally minutes from starting, he was being sappy and longing for things he couldn’t have.
I’m chasing.
Apparently he was also hallucinating.
You’re not and don’t make me regret this. You have feelings for her that I don’t understand and I’m in your head. You need this Flight regardless of the outcome, though I will give my all for you.
T’ryn shivered as the wave of lust rolled over him and for a brief moment, he gave in, finding the idea pleasant. Then he shook himself out of it as memories and fears of his first and only Flight came back to him. “No! I don’t need this, Sy! I wasn’t kidding when I said we would never chase again!” Of course his dragon wasn’t listening. T’ryn knew he was one of the many at the hunting grounds, watching Thallyath’s every move, though Syrendryth had been there for his own meal that he didn’t have yet thanks to the cranky gold showing up.
Syrendryth said he needed it regardless of outcome. T’ryn knew how it would end; with him in pain and tears. He won last time and it ended up being awkward and embarrassing and then it led to the break up his friendship with N’mor, too much cheap wine, a hangover, and a lot of regrets and heartache. He didn’t want anything to do with Flights. Flights didn’t have happy endings, at least not for him.
Again the lust rolled through him and T’ryn wrapped his arms around himself as if to ward himself from it. The gesture didn’t work against the cold so it was likely just as useless against an internal emotion. Still he tried, concentrating on anything other than Casa and sex. Syrendryth, however, proved he was once again the stronger mind in the relationship and pushed against the attempts to ground him and shot into the sky as soon as Thallyath did. They had spent a lot of time together thanks to their foolish riders so he felt he had a good chance of understanding the way she would think and operate in a Flight.
T’ryn tripped over his own bare feet as he tried once more to fight the urges to find Casa that were leading him out his door and down the hall. He knew it was a lost cause with Syrendryth already in the air and his own desires mixing in. His last clear thought that he knew was his own had him just as confused as any other day and time when it came to wondering what he really wanted. Still, his frustration with his dragon was quite clear as he gave one final bellow, “Syrendryth!”
Syrendryth and Thallyath didn’t even like each other and even during their conversation about how they would win, T’ryn never fully believed it. With his luck, the two dragons would start fighting in the sky instead of mating or maybe they would be the first dragons to have hate sex. Maybe that was why he didn’t end up leaving Ista. Syrendryth wouldn’t give chase and he could simply tell Casa that. It’d be a lot easier than telling her he couldn’t stay there knowing he didn’t have a chance with her even with a Flight and would know who she was fucking that day without assuming or guessing who was her bed warmer. He didn’t want to see her sad and he had a feeling his absence, while it wouldn’t be noticed at the time thanks to the lust, would still upset her when she heard he had left.
He still had feelings for her, as stupid as he was for it. They made great friends and could carry amazing conversations about anything and that was why he liked her so much. Okay, she was gorgeous as well, but being with her made him happy. It was how he felt about N’mor as well which was why his heart had started splitting in two as he couldn’t figure out who he loved, or loved more. But he wasn’t what Casa needed or wanted and while he knew that, there were still days where he wished he could change that.
T’ryn sighed. Great, even when a Flight was literally minutes from starting, he was being sappy and longing for things he couldn’t have.
Apparently he was also hallucinating.
T’ryn shivered as the wave of lust rolled over him and for a brief moment, he gave in, finding the idea pleasant. Then he shook himself out of it as memories and fears of his first and only Flight came back to him. “No! I don’t need this, Sy! I wasn’t kidding when I said we would never chase again!” Of course his dragon wasn’t listening. T’ryn knew he was one of the many at the hunting grounds, watching Thallyath’s every move, though Syrendryth had been there for his own meal that he didn’t have yet thanks to the cranky gold showing up.
Syrendryth said he needed it regardless of outcome. T’ryn knew how it would end; with him in pain and tears. He won last time and it ended up being awkward and embarrassing and then it led to the break up his friendship with N’mor, too much cheap wine, a hangover, and a lot of regrets and heartache. He didn’t want anything to do with Flights. Flights didn’t have happy endings, at least not for him.
Again the lust rolled through him and T’ryn wrapped his arms around himself as if to ward himself from it. The gesture didn’t work against the cold so it was likely just as useless against an internal emotion. Still he tried, concentrating on anything other than Casa and sex. Syrendryth, however, proved he was once again the stronger mind in the relationship and pushed against the attempts to ground him and shot into the sky as soon as Thallyath did. They had spent a lot of time together thanks to their foolish riders so he felt he had a good chance of understanding the way she would think and operate in a Flight.
T’ryn tripped over his own bare feet as he tried once more to fight the urges to find Casa that were leading him out his door and down the hall. He knew it was a lost cause with Syrendryth already in the air and his own desires mixing in. His last clear thought that he knew was his own had him just as confused as any other day and time when it came to wondering what he really wanted. Still, his frustration with his dragon was quite clear as he gave one final bellow, “Syrendryth!”
