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22.Feb.12, 01:38 AM
Of course he loves me... Saquith replied softly. Whether the reply was sincere or not was hard to tell. While it was true, he picked his lifemate and that in itself should guarantee a love in their bond, theirs was a strange one. Ilveriath’s stoic words had enough of a supportive effect that Saquith shook his head, clearing it of his and N’gelt’s emotions. He would leave them be, to enjoy themselves. Those emotions no doubt were because he was sticking his nose into his rider’s business, when he shouldn’t have. Yes, that was exactly right.
Even Saquith didn’t quite believe his self-reassuring.
I’shan’s words made sense to N’gelt, though he personally thought that a better idea would be to find out when Larrikith had been chased by all the male dragons, then try again. After all, then you wouldn’t be repeatedly facing failure while you waited. Then again, if this was the result you could get from a failure, maybe it wasn’t so bad.
His yelp earned him a low purr in N’gelt’s throat, he was conquering I’shan with every move, and the man was submitting to him as he did so. It was perfect. His relaxation against N’gelt caused the brownrider to run his fingers up I’shan’s arm, it was a surprisingly light touch, with the intent to cause a reaction. “Yes.” N’gelt answered. True to what I’shan suspected, there was no more thought-process behind his choice, even if N’gelt was a man of more words, there wasn’t much more he could say about it anyway.
His next question surprised N’gelt, especially with his submissive body language. Since when did submissive people ask such bold questions? It was initially met with a frown that was manifested from his surprise, followed by a thoughtful rumble. Or as thoughtful as N’gelt could sound. “Yes, good guess.” The words that followed that caused N’gelt to stiffen and sit up. Grabbing I’shan by the shoulders he forced him up and to face him, his eyes hard and angry.
“How dare they! How could they think a fine man like you would Impress a Green?” His voice dripped with acid, the hate laced into the word green would have been evident even to the dumbest of drudges. Pulling I’shan back against his chest with a thud he stroked his hair in a soothing manner, sniffing. “Don’t you think about what those assholes said to you. You don’t deserve Green.” N’gelt said. Despite his words being intended as to be soothing, they came off as rough and still somewhat angered. Pah! Green. I’shan was perfect, and he could never have even been considered for Green. Those from Fort were downright wherrybrained.
Even Saquith didn’t quite believe his self-reassuring.
I’shan’s words made sense to N’gelt, though he personally thought that a better idea would be to find out when Larrikith had been chased by all the male dragons, then try again. After all, then you wouldn’t be repeatedly facing failure while you waited. Then again, if this was the result you could get from a failure, maybe it wasn’t so bad.
His yelp earned him a low purr in N’gelt’s throat, he was conquering I’shan with every move, and the man was submitting to him as he did so. It was perfect. His relaxation against N’gelt caused the brownrider to run his fingers up I’shan’s arm, it was a surprisingly light touch, with the intent to cause a reaction. “Yes.” N’gelt answered. True to what I’shan suspected, there was no more thought-process behind his choice, even if N’gelt was a man of more words, there wasn’t much more he could say about it anyway.
His next question surprised N’gelt, especially with his submissive body language. Since when did submissive people ask such bold questions? It was initially met with a frown that was manifested from his surprise, followed by a thoughtful rumble. Or as thoughtful as N’gelt could sound. “Yes, good guess.” The words that followed that caused N’gelt to stiffen and sit up. Grabbing I’shan by the shoulders he forced him up and to face him, his eyes hard and angry.
“How dare they! How could they think a fine man like you would Impress a Green?” His voice dripped with acid, the hate laced into the word green would have been evident even to the dumbest of drudges. Pulling I’shan back against his chest with a thud he stroked his hair in a soothing manner, sniffing. “Don’t you think about what those assholes said to you. You don’t deserve Green.” N’gelt said. Despite his words being intended as to be soothing, they came off as rough and still somewhat angered. Pah! Green. I’shan was perfect, and he could never have even been considered for Green. Those from Fort were downright wherrybrained.
