03.Jul.19, 06:00 PM
Misharan laughed softly in agreement. He had been speechless, and there really were very few people who could do that. Very few people who could make him speechless in a good way, especially. His father had the ability to render Misha incapable of speech, but that wasn’t even slightly the same sort of thing. It was a good speechless, in C’dhin’s case. It was terribly flattering to hear someone wanted you more permanently in their life — which would happen if he were to Impress a dragon who became mates with Coroth — and Misharan was deeply fond of C’dhin. He wouldn’t necessarily say he was completely in love with him, at least not more than he was at least a little bit in love with almost everyone he liked, especially most of his close friends, like Kordiavis and even Mylorah, despite her being a girl, but definitely enough that he found the idea of a slightly more permanent arrangement appealing. It was comfortable and it was safe and he would have fewer random bouts of insecurity that C’dhin just tolerated him.
Misha gave C’dhin a confused look as he moved away, opening his mouth for the cookie without thinking about it. He pouted around the cookie as C’dhin turned away to do something with the still baking cookies. Misharan watched him take the not-quite-done looking cookies from the oven, carefully maneuvering the remaining cookie with his mouth so he could eat it without using his hands. By no one’s definition was Misharan a baker, but he knew what good cookies looked like, and the ones on the tray were not properly baked, and C’dhin was taking them out anyways. He felt a flare of pride at that, that C’dhin would put aside his baking, something that was very important to the greenrider, for him. Maybe it would have said even more if C’dhin had completely forgotten about the cookies and they burned, but this way the cookies were still edible and could be finished later and they didn’t get interrupted by the smell of smoke during something more interesting than just kissing.
He licked the remaining cookie crumbs off his lips as he watched C’dhin walk into the bedroom, waiting a few long moments — it took a good deal of restraint but it was worth it for the dramatic effect — before making his own way to C’dhin’s bedroom and eagerly resuming where they left off.
Misha gave C’dhin a confused look as he moved away, opening his mouth for the cookie without thinking about it. He pouted around the cookie as C’dhin turned away to do something with the still baking cookies. Misharan watched him take the not-quite-done looking cookies from the oven, carefully maneuvering the remaining cookie with his mouth so he could eat it without using his hands. By no one’s definition was Misharan a baker, but he knew what good cookies looked like, and the ones on the tray were not properly baked, and C’dhin was taking them out anyways. He felt a flare of pride at that, that C’dhin would put aside his baking, something that was very important to the greenrider, for him. Maybe it would have said even more if C’dhin had completely forgotten about the cookies and they burned, but this way the cookies were still edible and could be finished later and they didn’t get interrupted by the smell of smoke during something more interesting than just kissing.
He licked the remaining cookie crumbs off his lips as he watched C’dhin walk into the bedroom, waiting a few long moments — it took a good deal of restraint but it was worth it for the dramatic effect — before making his own way to C’dhin’s bedroom and eagerly resuming where they left off.