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!
08.Apr.12, 09:43 AM
B'jin hadn't managed to move from the moment he mumbled about getting more alcohol. I'shan's apology rolled off him, heard, accepted, but unacknowledged. The greenrider raised a hand and ran it over his face as he lifted his gaze, intent on following through on his words and finding more booze. His good mood had been crushed, but that wasn't unusual when alcohol was involved and one of the reasons B'jin tended to avoid the substance. He could feel Larrikith on the edge of his conscious, waiting for the moment he toppled over the edge and into the black abyss that was always there, waiting, for him to consume that one drop too much. B'jin ignored her as he turned his gaze, and froze in horror.
That expression! He knew that expression! B'jin shrank back in fear, brown eyes wide in his face as he stared at the drunken rider. He didn't know him. Did he know him? Then I'shan spoke and B'jin shrank back further, stumbling away from the furious brownrider and the blue. Watching a scene so familiar it might have been a memory as the two interacted, B'jin felt Larrikith's presence wrap around his mind, even as the little green landed lightly on a building roof, her eyes bright in the night and stark against the glows. Trembling, B'jin didn't feel the empty bottle slip from between his fingers, gaze locked firmly on N'gelt and I'shan as the latter pleaded with his lover.
Larrikith's hiss joined with Saquith's roar as the dragon impatiently insisted the crowd move and the tiny green dragon's eyes spun red as she watched the three humans, her main focus on calming her own rider as he fought alcohol and memories, the combination usually pretty potent on it's own without a live action enactment. B'jin? Still poised on the roof, Larrikith's tail twitched in a feline manner. I... I'm okay, love. B'jin straightened cautiously as the brown dragon threw himself aloft with his rider, and the greenrider crept forward timidly, fingers just barely brushing against I'shan's elbow. He retracted his hand swiftly, body poised for flight. N'gelt's leaving removed a large portion of B'jin's fear, but blueriders could be just as nasty when the mood struck them. He didn't fancy I'shan was one of them - but he'd learnt to be cautious over the turns.
"Shel?" His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. Unsure whether to apologise or comfort, B'jin said no more, brown eyes alive with worry for his friend. He could remember being there. The fear. The worry. The guilt. Still poised for flight, B'jin's eyebrow drew together and he cautiously met I'shan's gaze. "More wine?" It was a very serious offer, B'jin's lips turned down at the corners. It wouldn't fix it, of course, but maybe I'shan could get drunk enough to forget about the issue for a few more hours. Then again, B'jin had little faith in the ability of alcohol to help forget; all it ever did for him was make it harder to forget.
Larrikith sighed dramatically as she rustled her wings. Why humans insisted on torturing themselves, she would never understand!
That expression! He knew that expression! B'jin shrank back in fear, brown eyes wide in his face as he stared at the drunken rider. He didn't know him. Did he know him? Then I'shan spoke and B'jin shrank back further, stumbling away from the furious brownrider and the blue. Watching a scene so familiar it might have been a memory as the two interacted, B'jin felt Larrikith's presence wrap around his mind, even as the little green landed lightly on a building roof, her eyes bright in the night and stark against the glows. Trembling, B'jin didn't feel the empty bottle slip from between his fingers, gaze locked firmly on N'gelt and I'shan as the latter pleaded with his lover.
Larrikith's hiss joined with Saquith's roar as the dragon impatiently insisted the crowd move and the tiny green dragon's eyes spun red as she watched the three humans, her main focus on calming her own rider as he fought alcohol and memories, the combination usually pretty potent on it's own without a live action enactment. B'jin? Still poised on the roof, Larrikith's tail twitched in a feline manner. I... I'm okay, love. B'jin straightened cautiously as the brown dragon threw himself aloft with his rider, and the greenrider crept forward timidly, fingers just barely brushing against I'shan's elbow. He retracted his hand swiftly, body poised for flight. N'gelt's leaving removed a large portion of B'jin's fear, but blueriders could be just as nasty when the mood struck them. He didn't fancy I'shan was one of them - but he'd learnt to be cautious over the turns.
"Shel?" His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. Unsure whether to apologise or comfort, B'jin said no more, brown eyes alive with worry for his friend. He could remember being there. The fear. The worry. The guilt. Still poised for flight, B'jin's eyebrow drew together and he cautiously met I'shan's gaze. "More wine?" It was a very serious offer, B'jin's lips turned down at the corners. It wouldn't fix it, of course, but maybe I'shan could get drunk enough to forget about the issue for a few more hours. Then again, B'jin had little faith in the ability of alcohol to help forget; all it ever did for him was make it harder to forget.
Larrikith sighed dramatically as she rustled her wings. Why humans insisted on torturing themselves, she would never understand!
