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!
04.Apr.12, 07:35 AM
While B'jin was deeply amused by R'nd's response to his quiet remark, it was a surprised eyebrow the younger man received when he growled at his dragon, confirming the greenrider's musing, and B'jin shook his head slightly. "Ayyonth didn't say anything. He didn't have to." The man gave R'nd an amused look. "You have bags under your pretty grey eyes." His tone was warm and teasing, as it ever was when a dig was made at R'nd's appearance, a slight smile touching his lips for a moment.
"Says he doing the worrying," B'jin replied smartly, raising his eyebrow again at R'nd. It was oddly endearing, to be worried over, more so to realise it was genuine. That was a thought to ponder later, however, as the hairs along B'jin's arms stood up on end at his friend's light touch, and he lifted brown eyes to meet R'nd's grey. "I'm sorry," B'jin said softly, confusion and worry darkening his gaze. "I didn't mean to make you feel unwelcome."
You're going to need to spell it out a little more clearly than that, love. Larrikith inserted gently. She then proceeded to cut B'jin off before he'd even managed to form a retort. But nothing. He wants to stay, but he won't invite himself. Humans! Larrikith wasn't sure whether she was more amused or exasperated by the dancing the two men were doing around one another. Ayyonth's little speech had been taken in with interest, the little dragon only designing to share what she felt needed to be at that moment; it was enough.
"Stay," B'jin near whispered, the word causing a feeling of deja vu to ripple down his spine as he slowly lifted his eyes once more to meet R'nd's. He probably shouldn't remember quite so clearly when the bluerider had said that same word to him, or the way his dragon had backed it up. But he did, and he wasn't about to apologise for it, though he was keen to keep it to himself. B'jin was particularly possessive of his past, rarely sharing those things that affected him most strongly, while he would babble for hours about the most random of things. In so doing, he often gave the appearance of being loose tongued and easy to know when in fact he was far from it.
Putting his spoon down carefully, and turning his face away from R'nd with downcast eyes, B'jin folded his left arm across the chair and rested his chin on it, eyebrows bunching together uncomfortably as R'nd gentle touch registered as anything but, the warm cloth hot on his tender skin. B'jin's tight expression slowly relaxed, followed by his shoulders, as the fellis began to kick in and the greenrider found himself fighting valiantly to stay awake, almost scowling as he watched R'nd run the cloth gently over his skin.
He's going to think you're scowling at his work, Larrikith pointed out primly, her amusement thick in her tones as she brushed against B'jin's mind, and included Ayyonth in her commentary as she teased her rider. "M'nt," B'jin slurred, his scowl deepening. "M'wake." If you say so, dear. It's a good thing R'nd is strong, because I fear he's going to be carrying your lazy arse again. "Crry me?" B'jin asked, confused as he blinked up at R'nd. How do you think you got home? Larrikith asked, highly amused and still bespeaking both B'jin and her fellow dragon. A chirp followed vocally as B'jin groaned softly and buried his face in the crook of his left arm. How terribly embarrassing. Carried!
Obvious but to the oblivious. Larrikith quipped, her tone exasperated. Fancy having to coach a smart man like B'jin through inviting someone he liked to stay with him! It was more than a little sad, as far as Larrikith was concerned. Though, that said, it was better, she supposed, to see the man flounder around unsure with someone like R'nd, who was just as worried about spooking B'jin or afraid of facing his own thoughts and feelings, to watching her rider be herded along by someone like him, the horrible beast that had been a part of her bonded's life for most of hers. As exasperated as the little dragon was, she was at least content that the human in the room with her lifemate was far more interested in healing the harper, than adding to his injuries. Lifting her head, Larrikith gave her blue companion a loving nuzzle, crooning softly under her breath as she did so.
"Says he doing the worrying," B'jin replied smartly, raising his eyebrow again at R'nd. It was oddly endearing, to be worried over, more so to realise it was genuine. That was a thought to ponder later, however, as the hairs along B'jin's arms stood up on end at his friend's light touch, and he lifted brown eyes to meet R'nd's grey. "I'm sorry," B'jin said softly, confusion and worry darkening his gaze. "I didn't mean to make you feel unwelcome."
You're going to need to spell it out a little more clearly than that, love. Larrikith inserted gently. She then proceeded to cut B'jin off before he'd even managed to form a retort. But nothing. He wants to stay, but he won't invite himself. Humans! Larrikith wasn't sure whether she was more amused or exasperated by the dancing the two men were doing around one another. Ayyonth's little speech had been taken in with interest, the little dragon only designing to share what she felt needed to be at that moment; it was enough.
"Stay," B'jin near whispered, the word causing a feeling of deja vu to ripple down his spine as he slowly lifted his eyes once more to meet R'nd's. He probably shouldn't remember quite so clearly when the bluerider had said that same word to him, or the way his dragon had backed it up. But he did, and he wasn't about to apologise for it, though he was keen to keep it to himself. B'jin was particularly possessive of his past, rarely sharing those things that affected him most strongly, while he would babble for hours about the most random of things. In so doing, he often gave the appearance of being loose tongued and easy to know when in fact he was far from it.
Putting his spoon down carefully, and turning his face away from R'nd with downcast eyes, B'jin folded his left arm across the chair and rested his chin on it, eyebrows bunching together uncomfortably as R'nd gentle touch registered as anything but, the warm cloth hot on his tender skin. B'jin's tight expression slowly relaxed, followed by his shoulders, as the fellis began to kick in and the greenrider found himself fighting valiantly to stay awake, almost scowling as he watched R'nd run the cloth gently over his skin.
He's going to think you're scowling at his work, Larrikith pointed out primly, her amusement thick in her tones as she brushed against B'jin's mind, and included Ayyonth in her commentary as she teased her rider. "M'nt," B'jin slurred, his scowl deepening. "M'wake." If you say so, dear. It's a good thing R'nd is strong, because I fear he's going to be carrying your lazy arse again. "Crry me?" B'jin asked, confused as he blinked up at R'nd. How do you think you got home? Larrikith asked, highly amused and still bespeaking both B'jin and her fellow dragon. A chirp followed vocally as B'jin groaned softly and buried his face in the crook of his left arm. How terribly embarrassing. Carried!
Obvious but to the oblivious. Larrikith quipped, her tone exasperated. Fancy having to coach a smart man like B'jin through inviting someone he liked to stay with him! It was more than a little sad, as far as Larrikith was concerned. Though, that said, it was better, she supposed, to see the man flounder around unsure with someone like R'nd, who was just as worried about spooking B'jin or afraid of facing his own thoughts and feelings, to watching her rider be herded along by someone like him, the horrible beast that had been a part of her bonded's life for most of hers. As exasperated as the little dragon was, she was at least content that the human in the room with her lifemate was far more interested in healing the harper, than adding to his injuries. Lifting her head, Larrikith gave her blue companion a loving nuzzle, crooning softly under her breath as she did so.
