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13.Oct.19, 06:20 AM
It was a relief to hear that Halomirth was playing with F’drel as much as Syrendryth was with him. Or it was until T’ryn realised the dragons were probably working together to do that. What were they plotting? Was it only cuddles they were after? He knew Syrendryth wanted him to meet more people and find someone to replace Casa and what he had in the past and present with her but T’ryn wasn’t sure a male greenrider was what the bronze dragon had in mind. Likely, this was just to get him to relax and branch out regardless of who it was with.
He nodded at the idea of checking the room and had been leaning toward that idea as well. But with F’drel not moving, T’ryn couldn’t either. Not that he was inclined to do so when Halomirth caught him off guard and he froze at the new voice in his head and what it implied. Boy, somewhere more comfortable sounded amazing, as did snuggling, and perhaps even napping. He was wiped out from the strenuous activities and the thought of standing was wearing him out even more but it had to be done lest they made that floor their new home and never left again thanks to the dragons’ lazy bones vibes.
“All right, let’s do this. The sooner we tidy up, the sooner we can go somewhere softer,” T’ryn chuckled lightly as he worked to free himself from F’drel. It was an effort, more because it didn’t seem like F’drel was fully on the same page yet but T’ryn was a bit more clear-minded now that Syrendryth had backed off and let him do what he wanted again. But when he sat up, he began massaging his lower back as he worked out the pain from lying that way for too long. He did look around the room in that time and verified his guess was correct and that the room didn’t look too messy. It was just going to be a scavenger hunt for their clothing, though, since he saw items scattered everywhere, which slightly amused him.
Getting slowly to his feet, T’ryn didn’t think about modesty. He was weyrbred and had spent a lot of summer days in the lake naked or bathing with others that it didn’t seem odd to him now to be nude and offering his hand to F’drel to help him up. He supposed he only had with Mulrissa the first time because she was older and it had been his first time having sex with anyone. The second Flight with her had been a lot more relaxed—thanks to Syrendryth’s assistance—and T’ryn felt he was making some progress with not living in his head so much.
“You’re welcome to come back to my weyr if you like. I have some fruit for a snack if you’re hungry and you can leave any time you want,” T’ryn understood F’drel and his need for space. He sometimes felt that himself and hated when he was pressured into socialising when he either wasn’t in the mood or had to stay long past when he was ready to go. So he felt chancing an invite to his own home was the better option than inviting himself into F’drel’s domain. This way, F’drel could leave when he was ready and not have to wonder when an imposing bronzerider would get out of his bed when the snuggling window had clearly closed.
He nodded at the idea of checking the room and had been leaning toward that idea as well. But with F’drel not moving, T’ryn couldn’t either. Not that he was inclined to do so when Halomirth caught him off guard and he froze at the new voice in his head and what it implied. Boy, somewhere more comfortable sounded amazing, as did snuggling, and perhaps even napping. He was wiped out from the strenuous activities and the thought of standing was wearing him out even more but it had to be done lest they made that floor their new home and never left again thanks to the dragons’ lazy bones vibes.
“All right, let’s do this. The sooner we tidy up, the sooner we can go somewhere softer,” T’ryn chuckled lightly as he worked to free himself from F’drel. It was an effort, more because it didn’t seem like F’drel was fully on the same page yet but T’ryn was a bit more clear-minded now that Syrendryth had backed off and let him do what he wanted again. But when he sat up, he began massaging his lower back as he worked out the pain from lying that way for too long. He did look around the room in that time and verified his guess was correct and that the room didn’t look too messy. It was just going to be a scavenger hunt for their clothing, though, since he saw items scattered everywhere, which slightly amused him.
Getting slowly to his feet, T’ryn didn’t think about modesty. He was weyrbred and had spent a lot of summer days in the lake naked or bathing with others that it didn’t seem odd to him now to be nude and offering his hand to F’drel to help him up. He supposed he only had with Mulrissa the first time because she was older and it had been his first time having sex with anyone. The second Flight with her had been a lot more relaxed—thanks to Syrendryth’s assistance—and T’ryn felt he was making some progress with not living in his head so much.
“You’re welcome to come back to my weyr if you like. I have some fruit for a snack if you’re hungry and you can leave any time you want,” T’ryn understood F’drel and his need for space. He sometimes felt that himself and hated when he was pressured into socialising when he either wasn’t in the mood or had to stay long past when he was ready to go. So he felt chancing an invite to his own home was the better option than inviting himself into F’drel’s domain. This way, F’drel could leave when he was ready and not have to wonder when an imposing bronzerider would get out of his bed when the snuggling window had clearly closed.
