12.Feb.13, 09:07 AM
Z’ia was enjoying himself, his bright grin and the dancing of his dark green eyes never diminishing as quips and insults were thrown freely between the riders, promises and threats alike making his lips twitch into a devious smirk for a moment or two before fading back to the same charming grin he always wore, small and lithe body relaxed and at ease. Z’ia was not at all unaware of the unease of the two greenriders – their shoulders stiff and their postures taught and ready to bold – or fight, in the case of A’liran!
R’nd looked to be just as twitchy as his lover, something Z’ia found both amusing and boring. He’d spent enough time around the bluerider to know he was going to burst before they finished their completely innocent games – after all, no one had enforced anything… yet – and ditch them all. As a result, the bluerider suddenly declaring that he and B’jin were leaving was met with a complete lack of surprise, but a very dedicated pout of disappointment, the tiny bastard more than a little pleased with his ability to be deceiving as he watched with delight the way B’jin hesitated between fleeing and anticipating the command to stay; such a good little greenrider!
Z’ia gave a cheerful laugh, as if there was nothing wrong with anyone so much as desiring to leave, and waved his hand good naturedly as the pair left, “Bugger off then, you spoil sports!” His tone was good natured and playful, smile never faltering for a moment as he watched the door click shut behind them, noting with a twitch of a smirk that in his haste to get out B’jin had apparently decided to leave his shoes behind. Gaze shifting, Z’ia fixed his sights on A’liran, expression twisting into a predatory and challenging smirk.
“Staying to play, Sweet Cheeks?” he purred, scooping up the cards to reshuffle, and throwing out the new hand, eyes never so much as flickering away from A’liran’s own.
R’nd looked to be just as twitchy as his lover, something Z’ia found both amusing and boring. He’d spent enough time around the bluerider to know he was going to burst before they finished their completely innocent games – after all, no one had enforced anything… yet – and ditch them all. As a result, the bluerider suddenly declaring that he and B’jin were leaving was met with a complete lack of surprise, but a very dedicated pout of disappointment, the tiny bastard more than a little pleased with his ability to be deceiving as he watched with delight the way B’jin hesitated between fleeing and anticipating the command to stay; such a good little greenrider!
Z’ia gave a cheerful laugh, as if there was nothing wrong with anyone so much as desiring to leave, and waved his hand good naturedly as the pair left, “Bugger off then, you spoil sports!” His tone was good natured and playful, smile never faltering for a moment as he watched the door click shut behind them, noting with a twitch of a smirk that in his haste to get out B’jin had apparently decided to leave his shoes behind. Gaze shifting, Z’ia fixed his sights on A’liran, expression twisting into a predatory and challenging smirk.
“Staying to play, Sweet Cheeks?” he purred, scooping up the cards to reshuffle, and throwing out the new hand, eyes never so much as flickering away from A’liran’s own.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia