Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
05.Dec.13, 11:06 AM
Wicked, breathy little giggles were the only answer R’nd got, his question lingering on the air of the room B’jin had chosen, though perhaps ‘choice’ was a strong word for the lusty greenrider. His muddy boots were already off – one by the door, the other halfway across the room. A single muddy footprint on the floor was clearly the result of B’jin standing in a muddy boot print, and getting wet muck on his sock. Then there was a pair of jeans, lying there as innocently as possible; the greenrider had lost his shirt before he had even managed to flee the Hatching Sands.
As Larrikith ducked through clouds to avoid Ayyonth’s first attempt, the greenrider rocked onto his toes in anticipation as R’nd crept through the room. Another breathy giggle escaped, before the bluerider threw back the door B’jin was hiding behind, and the greenrider laughed honestly, throwing his arms around his lover’s neck. “Tag,” he breathed against R’nd’s lips as Larrikith fell into Ayyonth’s waiting grip.
B’jin came to slower than usual, the greenrider having to fight hard against the desire to give in to sleep, and the very warm and snuggly bluerider he was curled against. B’jin nuzzled a bit closer, before blinking drowsy brown eyes open. A frown formed on his face for a moment, before surprise coloured the expression, and B’jin sat up rapidly to gawk at the room.
“We- Ah- R’n- This is my room!” B’jin spluttered, then puffed out an amused snort as he turned to grin down at R’nd. He never came to in his own room! Never! How many flights had he been forced to endure since Impressing Larrikith, and in all those turns --Seventy-two flights… give or take, since your memory is as shoddy as mine. Larrikith’s voice was as sleepy as B’jin felt, but it was lathered with amusement.
“I don’t think so,” B’jin mumbled, barely audible as he cuddled back up to R’nd and kissing the bluerider on the jawline while his hands wandered over the younger man’s chest and stomach. “That’s a disgusting number.” Numbers were over rated, anyway. Very over rated.Like the numbers that separate your age from his? The green put in slyly, eyes swirling with her amusement, though they were more lidded than open. Yes, like those ones! B’jin snarked back, reverting to mindspeak, since his mouth was busy placing butterfly kisses down R’nd’s neck and over his collarbone.
As Larrikith ducked through clouds to avoid Ayyonth’s first attempt, the greenrider rocked onto his toes in anticipation as R’nd crept through the room. Another breathy giggle escaped, before the bluerider threw back the door B’jin was hiding behind, and the greenrider laughed honestly, throwing his arms around his lover’s neck. “Tag,” he breathed against R’nd’s lips as Larrikith fell into Ayyonth’s waiting grip.
+ ~ + ~ + ~ + Give the boys some privacy, you pervs! + ~ + ~ + ~ +
B’jin came to slower than usual, the greenrider having to fight hard against the desire to give in to sleep, and the very warm and snuggly bluerider he was curled against. B’jin nuzzled a bit closer, before blinking drowsy brown eyes open. A frown formed on his face for a moment, before surprise coloured the expression, and B’jin sat up rapidly to gawk at the room.
“We- Ah- R’n- This is my room!” B’jin spluttered, then puffed out an amused snort as he turned to grin down at R’nd. He never came to in his own room! Never! How many flights had he been forced to endure since Impressing Larrikith, and in all those turns --
“I don’t think so,” B’jin mumbled, barely audible as he cuddled back up to R’nd and kissing the bluerider on the jawline while his hands wandered over the younger man’s chest and stomach. “That’s a disgusting number.” Numbers were over rated, anyway. Very over rated.
