11.Aug.12, 09:04 AM
Aveleth gave a soft purring rumble of approval as Rilaleeyth relaxed in his grasp, soft pale blue twining with the sharp contrast of her green as his nose nuzzled her cheek.
"Of course you are," Z'ia purred lightly, fingers shredding the other man's clothing with thoughtless abandon as the quivering thrill of Aveleth winning the flight coursed through his blood. His last mildly conscious thought was an offer of congratulations to his dragon. Then he was lost, and nothing mattered but revealing more of J'ver's skin.
~ ~ ~ You can only imagine all the nasty R-rated goodness Z'ia inflicted upon poor, innocent J'ver ~ ~ ~
Z'ia reclaimed his mind with an amused smile, rolling away from J'ver and sitting up happily, the young bluerider examined the damaged that had been done to the Masterhealer's office with obvious delight. It wasn't often he got to ruin something in such a delicious manner that belonged to someone that could probably require himself and his partner lashed for... inconveniencing him? Z'ia snorted and flicked a hand back through his hair, ruffling the curls.
"Wakey wakey, sweet cheeks!" Devious amusement lingering on his voice, Z'ia - without rising - shifted his seat slightly so he could swing one leg out, aiming a light kick at J'ver's rump. "You could sleep all year and it wouldn't improve your beauty." The wicked light that flashed through Z'ia's dark green eyes suggested J'ver could sleep for an eternity and never be considered 'beautiful'. His honeyed words suggested there was no one the bluerider found more attractive.
Well done Kiddo. You flew well.
Thank you. The dragon replied quietly, lying relaxed beside Rilaleeyth. He didn't nuzzle her again, though his eyes sparkled with gentle shades as he watched her with quiet fondness. She makes it easy, he said fondly. Entranced by the pretty green, he lifted his head from his forepaws and bump his nose softly against the green's chee. He then allowed his attention to shift to his rider, voice soft and not particularly eager as he asked his question mildly; Are you done?
Oh, in a moment, Z'ia replied, turning devious eyes back upon J'ver.
"Of course you are," Z'ia purred lightly, fingers shredding the other man's clothing with thoughtless abandon as the quivering thrill of Aveleth winning the flight coursed through his blood. His last mildly conscious thought was an offer of congratulations to his dragon. Then he was lost, and nothing mattered but revealing more of J'ver's skin.
~ ~ ~ You can only imagine all the nasty R-rated goodness Z'ia inflicted upon poor, innocent J'ver ~ ~ ~
Z'ia reclaimed his mind with an amused smile, rolling away from J'ver and sitting up happily, the young bluerider examined the damaged that had been done to the Masterhealer's office with obvious delight. It wasn't often he got to ruin something in such a delicious manner that belonged to someone that could probably require himself and his partner lashed for... inconveniencing him? Z'ia snorted and flicked a hand back through his hair, ruffling the curls.
"Wakey wakey, sweet cheeks!" Devious amusement lingering on his voice, Z'ia - without rising - shifted his seat slightly so he could swing one leg out, aiming a light kick at J'ver's rump. "You could sleep all year and it wouldn't improve your beauty." The wicked light that flashed through Z'ia's dark green eyes suggested J'ver could sleep for an eternity and never be considered 'beautiful'. His honeyed words suggested there was no one the bluerider found more attractive.
Well done Kiddo. You flew well.
Thank you. The dragon replied quietly, lying relaxed beside Rilaleeyth. He didn't nuzzle her again, though his eyes sparkled with gentle shades as he watched her with quiet fondness. She makes it easy, he said fondly. Entranced by the pretty green, he lifted his head from his forepaws and bump his nose softly against the green's chee. He then allowed his attention to shift to his rider, voice soft and not particularly eager as he asked his question mildly; Are you done?
Oh, in a moment, Z'ia replied, turning devious eyes back upon J'ver.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia