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08.Apr.12, 11:21 AM
B'jin probably would have been highly amused by the expression on R'nd's face, if he had been in a position to see it. After his hand had fallen away, the greenrider had swayed forward, closing the small distance between them to lean into the solid security of his friend's body, forehead resting against R'nd's shoulder. If his brains weren't fogged up by fellis, however, B'jin would likely have died of horror at the realisation that Larrikith had shared his array of emotions with the flighty man and his dragon. Oblivious was something B'jin was good at being, however, and drugged up to the eyeballs with fellis wasn't about to correct that flaw in his character.
The little dragon was visibly surprised by the inviting permission that was passed along to her, the colour in her eyes brightening for a moment as she glanced seriously at Ayyonth. She held his with her own swirling eyes before shifting her gaze to look at the two men. You're welcome, Larrikith murmured softly against the edge of R'nd's mind. It wasn't hard for the search sensitive dragon to make the connection and her voice was clear and consice as she bespoke him. Her timidity arose from the unfamiliar feeling of bespeaking someone that was bonded to another. While she had done so before over the turns of her lifetime, it was an odd sensation and she felt distinctly like an interloper. The non-bonded were... cleaner, for lack of another term.
B'jin mumbled incoherently as R'nd shifted them closer to the bed, his voice filtered slowly into the greenrider's foggy brain. The term of endearment was lost in the sea of medication, and even if he did manage to take it in, it would have been unlikely to be recalled at a later date. Larrikith's mind was clear, however, and amusement swirled through her eyes before vanishing. Using a hand on R'nd's hip, B'jin carefully pushed himself into a more upright position, eyes half closed and distinctly lacking focus. "Mm," B'jin hummed, rubbing his face with the hand not being used as a spacer between their bodies.
The immediate desire was to simply topple forward onto his bed and lose himself in the sweet swirling darkness of unconsciousness. That, of course, would be a bad idea (though his medicated brain was unable to remember why that would be bad) and it was encouragement from Larrikith to settle with a little more dignity that had B'jin pause for a moment. In the end, however, B'jin was about as good at listening to his dragon as she was at listening to him. Releasing his grip on R'nd, B'jin shuffled close enough to have his legs pressing against the side of his bed, knees buckling shortly after and he toppled forward slowly. He used his arms to very carefully capture himself, minimising the resulting bounce just barely.
Dragging a hand out from under himself B'jin twisted his head on his pillow so he wasn't at risk of suffocating himself and pat the bed lazily in invitation. "C'mfy," his face was scrunched up as he frowned up at R'nd, obviously not intending to give in to unconscious until R'nd joined him. It was a battle B'jin was not intended to win, however, with his eyes closing as his fingers fisted into the sheet. His feet were still sticking out off the edge of his bed, but unconsciousness had never been a fan of comfort before, and apparently had no intention of starting now.
Oh, thank Faranth. Larrikith groaned, speaking to both and neither of the blue pair. Her voice was filled with relief as B'jin was finally claimed by unconsciousness and the green dragon sighed, her body relaxing against Ayyonth as the stress of the day flowed off her like steam boiling water.
Indeed, she murmured in amused response. B'jin had always required far more energy to deal with than many others. But Larrikith supposed it was only fair, because she was no piece of cake herself. Ayyonth's question took her by surprise though, and it flashed through her eyes before she could help herself.
I? The single word held a soft tone of amusement and confusion, swirling together as she tilted her head. We have been through worse. This tomorrow is brighter than those tomorrows. Her gaze, mellow now with both contentment and memories, returned to the two men sprawled on the bed. Turning back to Ayyonth after a companionable silence, her expression was distinctly sassy, the emotion further conveyed in her snarky, teasing words. If you can penetrate his thick head, you are welcome to speak to my idiot man. Licking the blue's cheek affectionately, Larrikith wriggled to get more comfortable and curled up around Ayyonth, her head resting across his forpaws and eyes closing lazily, content.
The little dragon was visibly surprised by the inviting permission that was passed along to her, the colour in her eyes brightening for a moment as she glanced seriously at Ayyonth. She held his with her own swirling eyes before shifting her gaze to look at the two men. You're welcome, Larrikith murmured softly against the edge of R'nd's mind. It wasn't hard for the search sensitive dragon to make the connection and her voice was clear and consice as she bespoke him. Her timidity arose from the unfamiliar feeling of bespeaking someone that was bonded to another. While she had done so before over the turns of her lifetime, it was an odd sensation and she felt distinctly like an interloper. The non-bonded were... cleaner, for lack of another term.
B'jin mumbled incoherently as R'nd shifted them closer to the bed, his voice filtered slowly into the greenrider's foggy brain. The term of endearment was lost in the sea of medication, and even if he did manage to take it in, it would have been unlikely to be recalled at a later date. Larrikith's mind was clear, however, and amusement swirled through her eyes before vanishing. Using a hand on R'nd's hip, B'jin carefully pushed himself into a more upright position, eyes half closed and distinctly lacking focus. "Mm," B'jin hummed, rubbing his face with the hand not being used as a spacer between their bodies.
The immediate desire was to simply topple forward onto his bed and lose himself in the sweet swirling darkness of unconsciousness. That, of course, would be a bad idea (though his medicated brain was unable to remember why that would be bad) and it was encouragement from Larrikith to settle with a little more dignity that had B'jin pause for a moment. In the end, however, B'jin was about as good at listening to his dragon as she was at listening to him. Releasing his grip on R'nd, B'jin shuffled close enough to have his legs pressing against the side of his bed, knees buckling shortly after and he toppled forward slowly. He used his arms to very carefully capture himself, minimising the resulting bounce just barely.
Dragging a hand out from under himself B'jin twisted his head on his pillow so he wasn't at risk of suffocating himself and pat the bed lazily in invitation. "C'mfy," his face was scrunched up as he frowned up at R'nd, obviously not intending to give in to unconscious until R'nd joined him. It was a battle B'jin was not intended to win, however, with his eyes closing as his fingers fisted into the sheet. His feet were still sticking out off the edge of his bed, but unconsciousness had never been a fan of comfort before, and apparently had no intention of starting now.
Oh, thank Faranth. Larrikith groaned, speaking to both and neither of the blue pair. Her voice was filled with relief as B'jin was finally claimed by unconsciousness and the green dragon sighed, her body relaxing against Ayyonth as the stress of the day flowed off her like steam boiling water.
Indeed, she murmured in amused response. B'jin had always required far more energy to deal with than many others. But Larrikith supposed it was only fair, because she was no piece of cake herself. Ayyonth's question took her by surprise though, and it flashed through her eyes before she could help herself.
I? The single word held a soft tone of amusement and confusion, swirling together as she tilted her head. We have been through worse. This tomorrow is brighter than those tomorrows. Her gaze, mellow now with both contentment and memories, returned to the two men sprawled on the bed. Turning back to Ayyonth after a companionable silence, her expression was distinctly sassy, the emotion further conveyed in her snarky, teasing words. If you can penetrate his thick head, you are welcome to speak to my idiot man. Licking the blue's cheek affectionately, Larrikith wriggled to get more comfortable and curled up around Ayyonth, her head resting across his forpaws and eyes closing lazily, content.
