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30.Jun.19, 03:18 AM
C’dhin grinned at Misharan’s joy over getting a hot cookie and watched him from the corner of his eye to see the mere seconds of restraint crumble before temptation. The grin widened at the reaction and he mentally noted that his tweaking hadn’t made the cookie worse, which was a bonus. He’d try one himself soon but he wanted to finish prepping the tray and start washing up before he properly dissected the results.
“Hm? Of course I know.” The question caught him off guard, having thought they had already sorted out what he thought of Misharan and their interactions. His friend was in a bad head space and C’dhin was once more frowning over his shoulder at Misharan. What did he have to say to prove he had nothing to worry about when it came to him? He was pretty sure those that came to Misharan’s birthday party saw him the same way as they all flocked around the man and were always smiling, laughing, and hugging him. Being the oldest and sort of the outsider of that group, he was able to do a lot of watching that afternoon.
“First, let me point out something related back to the unfuckable asshole, it’s not you, it’s him. He’s missing out on someone great because he wants to be the star in every room that people gravitate to and hates that you shine brighter.” C’dhin had no idea who this other kid was or maybe he had met him before but hadn’t been left with any impression. No wonder he was cranky and felt the need to tear other people down. But he wasn’t lying or fluffing Misharan up for anything, just speaking the truth. It really was hard to ignore the Candidate when he walked into a room and not just because he could be on the louder side. He just had a fun personality that drew people in.
“Secondly, there’s something genuine about you that you don’t always find in other people and I’m glad you sought me out and enjoyed the sex enough to want to stick around for whatever else intrigued you. I can’t deny we have great chemistry, clothed or not, and I’m going to tell you a secret that might scare you away.” C’dhin finished scrapping the bowl, placing the last dollop of dough on the tray and pushed it aside so it would be out of the way when he turned his attention to cleaning, after he finished giving Misharan his full attention.
C’dhin leaned down on the counter, directly across from Misharan and stared at his friend until their gazes caught and he held it. “I wish for you to Impress, but not to green. It’s a rough life and you deserve better than what I have to put up with. I wish for you to Impress blue, maybe even a brown, and I wish that our dragons end up mated, not to save me from the jerks who usually win us but so I can have you in my life more than I already do. I know, kind of selfish of me but I wouldn’t expect us to end up mated because the dragons are, and I’d still share you with R’dal and Kordiavis—he’s especially hot so I’d encourage that honestly—and anyone else that wanted you in bed or over for dinner. You’re special, Misha and I’m happy you found something in me besides just sex and food to keep you interested in my pretty boring existence, though I like feeding you and having sex with you as well, so let’s not suddenly stop those because we’re trying to be better people or something.” Luckily he was great at babbling and not so much at the stopping himself. If he had more control over his mouth, he might never have confessed any of that and Misharan would still think something was wrong with him.
Of course now there was a chance he’d run from the honesty and wishes but he’d know he was special! C’dhin could live with that outcome if he had to since he doubted Coroth would ever find a mate anyway. He had once secretly hoped Coroth would take to Erinath. The dragons got along well enough and C’dhin enjoyed An’tell’s company when he popped by but the bronze pair seemed rather elusive and Coroth didn’t show any extra affection toward the bronze than she did with any other visitor. He supposed he should be thankful for her fussiness otherwise, his luck dictated he’d end up with one of the heavy hitters as a pseudo-mate.
“Hm? Of course I know.” The question caught him off guard, having thought they had already sorted out what he thought of Misharan and their interactions. His friend was in a bad head space and C’dhin was once more frowning over his shoulder at Misharan. What did he have to say to prove he had nothing to worry about when it came to him? He was pretty sure those that came to Misharan’s birthday party saw him the same way as they all flocked around the man and were always smiling, laughing, and hugging him. Being the oldest and sort of the outsider of that group, he was able to do a lot of watching that afternoon.
“First, let me point out something related back to the unfuckable asshole, it’s not you, it’s him. He’s missing out on someone great because he wants to be the star in every room that people gravitate to and hates that you shine brighter.” C’dhin had no idea who this other kid was or maybe he had met him before but hadn’t been left with any impression. No wonder he was cranky and felt the need to tear other people down. But he wasn’t lying or fluffing Misharan up for anything, just speaking the truth. It really was hard to ignore the Candidate when he walked into a room and not just because he could be on the louder side. He just had a fun personality that drew people in.
“Secondly, there’s something genuine about you that you don’t always find in other people and I’m glad you sought me out and enjoyed the sex enough to want to stick around for whatever else intrigued you. I can’t deny we have great chemistry, clothed or not, and I’m going to tell you a secret that might scare you away.” C’dhin finished scrapping the bowl, placing the last dollop of dough on the tray and pushed it aside so it would be out of the way when he turned his attention to cleaning, after he finished giving Misharan his full attention.
C’dhin leaned down on the counter, directly across from Misharan and stared at his friend until their gazes caught and he held it. “I wish for you to Impress, but not to green. It’s a rough life and you deserve better than what I have to put up with. I wish for you to Impress blue, maybe even a brown, and I wish that our dragons end up mated, not to save me from the jerks who usually win us but so I can have you in my life more than I already do. I know, kind of selfish of me but I wouldn’t expect us to end up mated because the dragons are, and I’d still share you with R’dal and Kordiavis—he’s especially hot so I’d encourage that honestly—and anyone else that wanted you in bed or over for dinner. You’re special, Misha and I’m happy you found something in me besides just sex and food to keep you interested in my pretty boring existence, though I like feeding you and having sex with you as well, so let’s not suddenly stop those because we’re trying to be better people or something.” Luckily he was great at babbling and not so much at the stopping himself. If he had more control over his mouth, he might never have confessed any of that and Misharan would still think something was wrong with him.
Of course now there was a chance he’d run from the honesty and wishes but he’d know he was special! C’dhin could live with that outcome if he had to since he doubted Coroth would ever find a mate anyway. He had once secretly hoped Coroth would take to Erinath. The dragons got along well enough and C’dhin enjoyed An’tell’s company when he popped by but the bronze pair seemed rather elusive and Coroth didn’t show any extra affection toward the bronze than she did with any other visitor. He supposed he should be thankful for her fussiness otherwise, his luck dictated he’d end up with one of the heavy hitters as a pseudo-mate.
