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!
12.Mar.12, 06:41 PM
R'nd's purred acceptance caused a grin to play across the greenrider's lips, eyes brightening as his right hand slipped under the hem of the man's shirt, soft fingers caressing the warm skin of his waist. Following the bluerider's lead, however, the man made no motion to stand up. B'jin snorted softly, breath warm, when R'nd turned his head slightly to speak with the Weyrleader. He didn't bother to tell his partner it was pointless - he wasn't going anywhere with the bronzerider whatever he said - but watched what he could see of R'nd's face with mild amusement while his fingers played across the younger man's stomach.
When D'ren answered R'nd, B'jin's own head tilted slightly so he could gaze up at the Weyrleader out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't at all put out by the words spoken, simply taking it quietly that D'ren was finally going to shard off and leave them alone! Attention refocusing on R'nd with satisfaction, B'jin was startled when D'ren spoke his name. Hadn't he left yet?! Lifting his forehead from R'nd's, B'jin turned to frown at D'ren, lips pursing suddenly as the Weyrleader continued his sentence. Not a fool? B'jin's eyebrow arched, but he otherwise didn't show nor vocalise his amusement at such a statement.
"I have, actually," the man put in pointlessly. Well, he'd been doing most of them. Okay, so only the really important ones. But still, he had been working, every day! Mostly. When he wasn't flying. B'jin gave a soft snort of amusement, struggling to withhold the sudden and rather random desire to burst into laughter. He wasn't fighting laughter so much because he found it genuinely funny, as he was responding to the heightened emotions swirling both through and around him. Like a child that suddenly found out they were up shit creek without a paddle, B'jin was overwhelmed with the desire to giggle insanely.
Eyebrows shot skyward at D'ren's order, and B'jin twisted in R'nd's lap to stare at the bronzerider with incredulous amusement. Lashings? His lips twisted into an amused, tolerant smile, B'jin watched D'ren stalk off. "Okay then," B'jin snorted, highly amused though his voice was a light murmur. He'd been in numerous amounts of trouble with D'ren and had always managed to wheedle his way out of it with little to no effort, and nothing more to show for it than a mild grounding here or there. The greenrider knew he was one of D'ren's favourites, and even if he'd spent the past seven days or so driving the bronzerider insane and being blatantly disrespectful, he had also known he wouldn't get into any real trouble.
The Weyrleader felt bad about shoving him around - B'jin knew that - so the threat of being lashed by him was simply, to the man's mind, impossible. If he felt that guilty over grabbing his shirt, then it would probably cause him to have a heartattack at the idea of actually lashing someone. Reassured by this, and his dragons quiet agreement, B'jin turned brown eyes back on R'nd, the gaze mellow and questioning. D'ren had done a fine job of killing their play time, and the gossiping onlookers weren't exactly supporting their return to a paint war. Worried he'd probably caused the younger man to want to flee in horror, B'jin's lips pursed and his weight shifted as he stood up, releasing R'nd from the arm around his neck and light fingers that had been playing across his stomach.
Reaching down, B'jin grasped R'nd's hand and helped the other to his feet. He didn't immediately reclaim his hand, however. His light grip two fold; loose enough to offer the other the opportunity to leave, whilst remaining firm enough to indicate he didn't want him to.
And I forgot Larrikith xD
You can reply, and/or I'll add Larri later.
When D'ren answered R'nd, B'jin's own head tilted slightly so he could gaze up at the Weyrleader out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't at all put out by the words spoken, simply taking it quietly that D'ren was finally going to shard off and leave them alone! Attention refocusing on R'nd with satisfaction, B'jin was startled when D'ren spoke his name. Hadn't he left yet?! Lifting his forehead from R'nd's, B'jin turned to frown at D'ren, lips pursing suddenly as the Weyrleader continued his sentence. Not a fool? B'jin's eyebrow arched, but he otherwise didn't show nor vocalise his amusement at such a statement.
"I have, actually," the man put in pointlessly. Well, he'd been doing most of them. Okay, so only the really important ones. But still, he had been working, every day! Mostly. When he wasn't flying. B'jin gave a soft snort of amusement, struggling to withhold the sudden and rather random desire to burst into laughter. He wasn't fighting laughter so much because he found it genuinely funny, as he was responding to the heightened emotions swirling both through and around him. Like a child that suddenly found out they were up shit creek without a paddle, B'jin was overwhelmed with the desire to giggle insanely.
Eyebrows shot skyward at D'ren's order, and B'jin twisted in R'nd's lap to stare at the bronzerider with incredulous amusement. Lashings? His lips twisted into an amused, tolerant smile, B'jin watched D'ren stalk off. "Okay then," B'jin snorted, highly amused though his voice was a light murmur. He'd been in numerous amounts of trouble with D'ren and had always managed to wheedle his way out of it with little to no effort, and nothing more to show for it than a mild grounding here or there. The greenrider knew he was one of D'ren's favourites, and even if he'd spent the past seven days or so driving the bronzerider insane and being blatantly disrespectful, he had also known he wouldn't get into any real trouble.
The Weyrleader felt bad about shoving him around - B'jin knew that - so the threat of being lashed by him was simply, to the man's mind, impossible. If he felt that guilty over grabbing his shirt, then it would probably cause him to have a heartattack at the idea of actually lashing someone. Reassured by this, and his dragons quiet agreement, B'jin turned brown eyes back on R'nd, the gaze mellow and questioning. D'ren had done a fine job of killing their play time, and the gossiping onlookers weren't exactly supporting their return to a paint war. Worried he'd probably caused the younger man to want to flee in horror, B'jin's lips pursed and his weight shifted as he stood up, releasing R'nd from the arm around his neck and light fingers that had been playing across his stomach.
Reaching down, B'jin grasped R'nd's hand and helped the other to his feet. He didn't immediately reclaim his hand, however. His light grip two fold; loose enough to offer the other the opportunity to leave, whilst remaining firm enough to indicate he didn't want him to.
And I forgot Larrikith xD
You can reply, and/or I'll add Larri later.
