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!
23.Mar.12, 02:15 PM
I'shan let out a little giggle of his own as B'jin pulled him close and slid one arm around his waist. The bluerider let out a cultivated whimper and opened his mouth, craning his neck forward toward's B'jin's wine bottle; his way of shamelessly begging for a sip.
I'shan decided to let the 'I'm worried about you' part of the conversation go. He didn't want to talk about the lashing, nor did he want to get more emotional than necessary. He could already feel the warming effects of the wine in his belly. Where had his bottle gone? Oh yeah, he'd shoved it into R'nd's hands. Who knew where it was now. Oh well. That was a shame.
"Well," he purred, pressing himself probably just a bit too close to B'jin, especially considering that they were both taken. I'shan had made it his personal goal to win Larikith at least one more time, their first encounter having been so nice and memorable. I'shan liked B'jin for other reasons too, though.
He liked him, but right now, N'gelt was the topic at hand...and for inexplicable reasons, he made I'shan's heart flutter.
"During Larri's flight," he purred in B'jin's ear as he flowed along with the music. "He was right there with me, eyeing you like a wrapped up birthday present," he said scandalously. "But when Ayyonth snatched Larri, he just sort of...turned and saw me. Hah! We were both so out of it, it just sort of...happened. He grabbed me and pulled me to another room," he crooned excitedly, voice low and expression scandalous.
Of course, he was taking some creative liberties with the story. N'gelt had grabbed him and carried him off. I'shan knew just as well now as he had at the time that if he'd tried to get away, N'gelt would have taken him anyhow. It was rough and unromantic, even borderline violent. It was not a good thing.
Why did I'shan still feel like it was? His obvious romanticism didn't stem from the wine, either. His affection for N'gelt showed brightly in his eyes as he whirled along after B'jin.
I'shan decided to let the 'I'm worried about you' part of the conversation go. He didn't want to talk about the lashing, nor did he want to get more emotional than necessary. He could already feel the warming effects of the wine in his belly. Where had his bottle gone? Oh yeah, he'd shoved it into R'nd's hands. Who knew where it was now. Oh well. That was a shame.
"Well," he purred, pressing himself probably just a bit too close to B'jin, especially considering that they were both taken. I'shan had made it his personal goal to win Larikith at least one more time, their first encounter having been so nice and memorable. I'shan liked B'jin for other reasons too, though.
He liked him, but right now, N'gelt was the topic at hand...and for inexplicable reasons, he made I'shan's heart flutter.
"During Larri's flight," he purred in B'jin's ear as he flowed along with the music. "He was right there with me, eyeing you like a wrapped up birthday present," he said scandalously. "But when Ayyonth snatched Larri, he just sort of...turned and saw me. Hah! We were both so out of it, it just sort of...happened. He grabbed me and pulled me to another room," he crooned excitedly, voice low and expression scandalous.
Of course, he was taking some creative liberties with the story. N'gelt had grabbed him and carried him off. I'shan knew just as well now as he had at the time that if he'd tried to get away, N'gelt would have taken him anyhow. It was rough and unromantic, even borderline violent. It was not a good thing.
Why did I'shan still feel like it was? His obvious romanticism didn't stem from the wine, either. His affection for N'gelt showed brightly in his eyes as he whirled along after B'jin.
