21.Apr.13, 11:40 PM
[lith]B’sen![/lith] she shouted loudly in his mind. [lith]B’sen! Wake up, B’sen![/lith]
He groaned as he rolled onto his back. He had been having such a fine dream, snuggled as he was against his current lover. What do you want Lith! he said heatedly wiping a hand down his face. Really, love I’ve told you time and time again there is no need to shout. Glancing at his bed partner, B’sen reached over to run a hand through the black hair that flowed down his back.
[lith]I am itchy B’sen. Get up and oil me[/lith] she whined, not so loudly this time and B’sen was grateful as the last of his hangover was still clutching his head in an iron grip. Sliding a finger down the back of the man beside him, B’sen sighed as he sat up to swing his legs over the side of the bed. [lith]Huuuuurry![/lith] the green grumbled and the amusement she felt at waking her rider drifted through her voice.
Glancing at the wall that separated B’sen’s room from Lith’s wallow he noticed a rather large eye peering at him through a crack in the curtain. The eye was whirling a gentle blue as it gazed at him. He had a sneaky suspicion that Lith didn’t really need to be oil at all and the irritating green just wanted someone to talk to. [lith]You were very drunk last night B’sen. You brought home a friend and didn’t tell me[/lith] Lith said to him, rather put out that he hadn’t at the very least introduced the sleeping man to her. Does it really matter Lith? You don’t have to know every person I bring home you know, he said softly. Why was he being quiet within his own mind when the man next to him couldn’t hear a thing? Because he was polite that’s why.
Slipping his pants and boots on B’sen slowly made his way out of the room and to the kitchen and started searching for the fixings to make some klah. As the brew was making he ran a hand through his hair and grimacing as a snarl snagged on a ring. The scent of the klah filled his hut and he moved to make himself a cup. As he was pouring, Lith chose that moment to bugle loudly and shout even louder in his mind, [lith]B’SEN![/lith] . Cursing loudly as his hand jerked slopping klah all over the counter, B’sen slammed the pot down. Damn her wherry hide! B’sen scrambled down the stairs and towards Lith’s wallow, “Lith! You overgrown wherry! Be quiet for once!”
He groaned as he rolled onto his back. He had been having such a fine dream, snuggled as he was against his current lover. What do you want Lith! he said heatedly wiping a hand down his face. Really, love I’ve told you time and time again there is no need to shout. Glancing at his bed partner, B’sen reached over to run a hand through the black hair that flowed down his back.
[lith]I am itchy B’sen. Get up and oil me[/lith] she whined, not so loudly this time and B’sen was grateful as the last of his hangover was still clutching his head in an iron grip. Sliding a finger down the back of the man beside him, B’sen sighed as he sat up to swing his legs over the side of the bed. [lith]Huuuuurry![/lith] the green grumbled and the amusement she felt at waking her rider drifted through her voice.
Glancing at the wall that separated B’sen’s room from Lith’s wallow he noticed a rather large eye peering at him through a crack in the curtain. The eye was whirling a gentle blue as it gazed at him. He had a sneaky suspicion that Lith didn’t really need to be oil at all and the irritating green just wanted someone to talk to. [lith]You were very drunk last night B’sen. You brought home a friend and didn’t tell me[/lith] Lith said to him, rather put out that he hadn’t at the very least introduced the sleeping man to her. Does it really matter Lith? You don’t have to know every person I bring home you know, he said softly. Why was he being quiet within his own mind when the man next to him couldn’t hear a thing? Because he was polite that’s why.
Slipping his pants and boots on B’sen slowly made his way out of the room and to the kitchen and started searching for the fixings to make some klah. As the brew was making he ran a hand through his hair and grimacing as a snarl snagged on a ring. The scent of the klah filled his hut and he moved to make himself a cup. As he was pouring, Lith chose that moment to bugle loudly and shout even louder in his mind, [lith]B’SEN![/lith] . Cursing loudly as his hand jerked slopping klah all over the counter, B’sen slammed the pot down. Damn her wherry hide! B’sen scrambled down the stairs and towards Lith’s wallow, “Lith! You overgrown wherry! Be quiet for once!”
Lith never speaks to another human but her rider