17.Oct.19, 01:45 AM
When T’ryn responded F’drel let out a breath of relief. He wasn’t upset with him. He didn’t think F’drel was weird for assigning way too much meaning to shirts. Or at least, didn’t care enough to say anything negative about it. That was... good. Except thinking about all the grabby riders of male dragons had set him on edge, and having a hand suddenly on him almost sent him into a panic, but with Miri’s help F’drel pushed it away. After the first moment of almost-panic, F’drel even relaxed into the contact.
“I mean, I am rather dirty, but even if you had a private bath I’d probably fall asleep in the water and drown or something, so that can be put off for a while,” F’drel said, curling closer to T’ryn. He was dirty and gross, and so was T’ryn, though a little less so, but a nap wouldn’t make it any worse, and for once he was too exhausted and weirdly content to care (thanks to Halomirth). It would make the sheets dirty, and F’drel doubted T’ryn would allow him to help with the laundry, but he could try.
He didn’t comment on the hope for Miri to find a mate. F’drel was conflicted on it, honestly. Because it would definitely be nice if he knew who to expect and wasn’t dreading having to try to anticipate a stranger’s reactions while essentially hungover from the Flight. But he could also be stuck with someone awful for who knew how long. Miri liked Zeianth a lot after all, which F’drel didn’t consider ideal. Not the worst option, but not his favorite. It would probably be easiest on hi, if she ended up mated with Edath, but despite being one of her favorite dragons had yet to catch her. Not that she’d Flown that many times, but still. She was far closer to Edath than she was to Syrendryth, but here they were. And ‘here’ was actually pretty comfortable, F’drel decided, shifting so he could press his face against T’ryn.
“I’m putting baths off indefinitely,” he said, realizing it may be best not to end on what amounted to saying he’d take a bath if he wouldn’t drown. “Moving feels impossible and I have a nice clean shirt now. And a very accommodating bronzerider pillow,” F’drel added sleepily, trying not to drift off just in case T’ryn was still awake enough to form a response to anything he’d said.
“I mean, I am rather dirty, but even if you had a private bath I’d probably fall asleep in the water and drown or something, so that can be put off for a while,” F’drel said, curling closer to T’ryn. He was dirty and gross, and so was T’ryn, though a little less so, but a nap wouldn’t make it any worse, and for once he was too exhausted and weirdly content to care (thanks to Halomirth). It would make the sheets dirty, and F’drel doubted T’ryn would allow him to help with the laundry, but he could try.
He didn’t comment on the hope for Miri to find a mate. F’drel was conflicted on it, honestly. Because it would definitely be nice if he knew who to expect and wasn’t dreading having to try to anticipate a stranger’s reactions while essentially hungover from the Flight. But he could also be stuck with someone awful for who knew how long. Miri liked Zeianth a lot after all, which F’drel didn’t consider ideal. Not the worst option, but not his favorite. It would probably be easiest on hi, if she ended up mated with Edath, but despite being one of her favorite dragons had yet to catch her. Not that she’d Flown that many times, but still. She was far closer to Edath than she was to Syrendryth, but here they were. And ‘here’ was actually pretty comfortable, F’drel decided, shifting so he could press his face against T’ryn.
“I’m putting baths off indefinitely,” he said, realizing it may be best not to end on what amounted to saying he’d take a bath if he wouldn’t drown. “Moving feels impossible and I have a nice clean shirt now. And a very accommodating bronzerider pillow,” F’drel added sleepily, trying not to drift off just in case T’ryn was still awake enough to form a response to anything he’d said.