06.Sep.13, 10:48 PM
Z'ia grinned, the expression almost innocent in the rather simple joy he was obviously relishing. In flight lust, Z'ia was a long way from ferocious; it was hard to be, when bonded to someone so simply sweet as Aveleth, who would never dream of hurting his partner, let alone actually do so! That left Z'ia to bare the brunt of some of the more fiesty greenriders he occassionally found himself tangling with. Though to be fair, there were only two; A'liran, who clearly enjoyed the follow up sex, since he practically asked for it by bashing the fuck out of Z'ia when he was being all sweet and cuddy and lusty, and J'ver, who, being bonded to just as sweet a dragon, tended to not leave any marks whatsoever upon Z'ia just as he left none on J'ver. It did wonders for upkeeping Z'ia's reputation of being sweet and innocent and adorable.
And made flighs with A'liran so much fun. "You make it so easy, though!" Z'ia giggled, collecting himself after he was thrown off unexpectedly and halfway across the room. Z'ia usually had a better grip, and he flexed his fingers as he bounced to the balls of his feet, managing to doge the bowl in the process and tilted his head at the greenrider. "That wasn't very nice," a pout claimed Z'ia's lips and he sulked at A'liran for a few moments, letting the greenrider hiss and snarl and throw things at him, battering at those that came too close and ignoring those that flew way over the top of his head.
"You really shouldn't be so mean, you know." Z'ia's voice dipped into sweet and sugary tones, and he leaned back against the closed door, smiling sweetly as he blocked the most obvious of the exits. While there were windows he was sure A'liran would be able to squeeze himself through, Z'ia wasn't overly worried about such an event happening. On the one hand, he had learned long ago that A'liran enjoyed their post flight adventures. Oh, he cried foul, and he put up a scene and he wailed his woes, but if he really, truly wasn't in on it. Well, there was a window there, and Z'ia had never seen the man try to escape through it, just as he never honestly tried to get out the door.
Z'ia grinned, his voice daring A'liran to ignore him. "Come here, goldilocks."
And made flighs with A'liran so much fun. "You make it so easy, though!" Z'ia giggled, collecting himself after he was thrown off unexpectedly and halfway across the room. Z'ia usually had a better grip, and he flexed his fingers as he bounced to the balls of his feet, managing to doge the bowl in the process and tilted his head at the greenrider. "That wasn't very nice," a pout claimed Z'ia's lips and he sulked at A'liran for a few moments, letting the greenrider hiss and snarl and throw things at him, battering at those that came too close and ignoring those that flew way over the top of his head.
"You really shouldn't be so mean, you know." Z'ia's voice dipped into sweet and sugary tones, and he leaned back against the closed door, smiling sweetly as he blocked the most obvious of the exits. While there were windows he was sure A'liran would be able to squeeze himself through, Z'ia wasn't overly worried about such an event happening. On the one hand, he had learned long ago that A'liran enjoyed their post flight adventures. Oh, he cried foul, and he put up a scene and he wailed his woes, but if he really, truly wasn't in on it. Well, there was a window there, and Z'ia had never seen the man try to escape through it, just as he never honestly tried to get out the door.
Z'ia grinned, his voice daring A'liran to ignore him. "Come here, goldilocks."
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia