01.Sep.12, 09:22 AM
A'liran ground his teeth and huffed at the pair, no longer sure who he hated more of the two. He jerked away from D'hys' touch and swatted at the man's hand. "Don't touch me!" he spat, taking an instinctive step back in spite of his big talk. By now, a few passers-by were laughing and whispering, though it wasn't as much of a circus as it could have been. B'jin still held the record for the most disruptive proddy behavior for a particular flight last summer.
It was still a good show to them, and that was still enough to infuriate A'liran.
He realized he was holding his breath. He exhaled, still staring daggers at the two blueriders. For those few moments, he seemed almost cowed, daunted by their callous teasing. They were, after all, blueriders. They outranked him, and he already knew how one of them felt about greenriders. The other wasn't shaping up to be much better. A'liran rocked back on his feels and considered fleeing in a fit of terror, but his pride interjected.
Unable to decide which of them to lash out at more, he simply took a brazen step forward and spat at them. He had impressive aim.
"Neither one of you assholes has any right to talk to me like that, you perverts," he accused, pointing death at them while anger flared in his eyes. At the same time, he couldn't help but make a creeping advance towards them, his breath shifting to faster, almost excited puffs.
Astoreth raged in him. They were both so...so...attractive.
No! Stop it, you slut! Can't you see I'm-
I do not care
She was no help. A'liran groaned aloud and brought his hands to his face, shuddering as their shared blood surged. So close! Any minute now. The suspense was killing him.
He didn't realize he'd unconsciously stumbled closer to them, or that he'd adopted a particularly needy, taunting expression.
It was still a good show to them, and that was still enough to infuriate A'liran.
He realized he was holding his breath. He exhaled, still staring daggers at the two blueriders. For those few moments, he seemed almost cowed, daunted by their callous teasing. They were, after all, blueriders. They outranked him, and he already knew how one of them felt about greenriders. The other wasn't shaping up to be much better. A'liran rocked back on his feels and considered fleeing in a fit of terror, but his pride interjected.
Unable to decide which of them to lash out at more, he simply took a brazen step forward and spat at them. He had impressive aim.
"Neither one of you assholes has any right to talk to me like that, you perverts," he accused, pointing death at them while anger flared in his eyes. At the same time, he couldn't help but make a creeping advance towards them, his breath shifting to faster, almost excited puffs.
Astoreth raged in him. They were both so...so...attractive.
No! Stop it, you slut! Can't you see I'm-
I do not care
She was no help. A'liran groaned aloud and brought his hands to his face, shuddering as their shared blood surged. So close! Any minute now. The suspense was killing him.
He didn't realize he'd unconsciously stumbled closer to them, or that he'd adopted a particularly needy, taunting expression.