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26.Nov.12, 07:38 AM
It wasn’t the first time Astoreth had spoken to him but still D’hys flinched at the feminine voice suddenly in his head when he hadn’t been expecting it. It wasn’t needed since it was plainly clear that A’liran was lying; no one was ‘fine’ after such abuse. D’hys was actually impressed the greenrider was still able to move and keep his red eyes open with how swollen and blackened they were. But he didn’t get the chance to say any of that aloud or mentally as he was hit with the memories of what happened to A’liran.
Z’ia. It seemed Aveleth was still eager for Astoreth, which D’hys knew Z’ia loved since he seemed to enjoy targeting A’liran. Knowing that his friend was the winner wasn’t a surprise, not even the way he seemed to play rougher than he often did when D’hys was with him. What did surprise him, however, was the obvious glee his friend took in deliberately swinging for an eye and choking the greenrider during some interesting banter. Z’ia seemed disgusted as he left; likely Aveleth was begging him to stop, knowing the timid blue as he did and the way he worried over minor things. Perhaps the look was simply because his favourite toy almost broke.
It was hard to believe his friend could get so vicious. D’hys knew the man pushed the limits but he never came across as someone who would snap and go homicidal. Worse, Z’ia loved Aveleth more than D’hys had seen his friend love anything or anyone else; it just wasn’t likely that he would risk harming someone so severely that their dragon went between. This all had to be made up. It couldn’t be real. Yes, there was the physical evidence right there before him on A’liran’s body and a dragon was conveying memories and they weren’t very good at lying so anything fabricated surely wouldn’t sit well with them either.
Still, it had to be a ploy to break up their friendship. This was revenge for that day in the Square when the blueriders carted A’liran off and D’hys didn’t keep Z’ia in line like the dragon had requested. That… that could almost be believable. Yet, A’liran’s reaction to the memories being shared made it seem like he wasn’t in on it and everything was genuine. Could Z’ia truly be sitting on a hair trigger to violence? No, D’hys couldn’t believe that. He wasn’t a saint himself, of that D’hys knew and was even proud of, with the way he used and manipulated people and even left lovers bruised and sore, but Z’ia was similar to him in that regard. They knew their limits and what would keep them off the radar and out of trouble.
Don’t do it, D’hys. Zeianth’s warning hit D’hys before he could open his mouth to accuse the greenrider of spreading filthy lies and trying to turn friends on each other. You already pointed out how it has to be true and I do not get the sense that he is here for malicious purposes. He sought you out for something else. What that was, Zeianth wasn’t sure. D’hys only displayed emotions such as pity or distraught when he remembered his mother and sisters so it was practically foreign to the icy blue dragon to understand such things in others. Aveleth was a special case with his mood swings but Zeianth didn’t think that was typical either.
Convinced D’hys wouldn’t speak irrationally, attentions were turned to the green who wasn’t nearby but still wanted to meddle. Astoreth, you come too close to going too far with your assistance, Zeianth spoke directly to the green, voice low and warning. He was grateful the pain and emotions attached with the memories hadn’t been passed along since that would have upset D’hys further and there wouldn’t be much to do to calm him until the anger passed but he wasn’t sure why Astoreth presumed she could share anything in the first place. Even her bonded didn’t seem too thrilled with that happening.
“A’liran,” D’hys often called the greenrider ‘babe’ instead of using his name though the name did make an appearance when he was proving some point or another. This time, it was done to show he would behave and there might be a hint of compassion within him as well. “Sit and try to relax. I’m betting you haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day either.” Determined to steer himself away from Z’ia’s actions and focus on why an injured greenrider would come to him, D’hys went into his kitchen to ladle some simmering homemade stew into a bowl. His mother had been a wonderful cook and taught her children when they were younger. He wouldn’t claim to be a master in the kitchen but his stew was absolutely amazing.
After pouring a glass of ale to wash the stew down with, D’hys returned to A’liran and waited for his impromptu guest to accept the items. The look he gave was clear that there wasn’t room to argue. The handprint on A’liran’s throat likely made it uncomfortable to swallow but the man needed liquids in him and the vegetables at least might be soft enough to go down without much pain. “Strip down after you’re done if you want. I’ll check you over for damage because I also bet you didn’t have a Healer tend to you yet either.”
Z’ia. It seemed Aveleth was still eager for Astoreth, which D’hys knew Z’ia loved since he seemed to enjoy targeting A’liran. Knowing that his friend was the winner wasn’t a surprise, not even the way he seemed to play rougher than he often did when D’hys was with him. What did surprise him, however, was the obvious glee his friend took in deliberately swinging for an eye and choking the greenrider during some interesting banter. Z’ia seemed disgusted as he left; likely Aveleth was begging him to stop, knowing the timid blue as he did and the way he worried over minor things. Perhaps the look was simply because his favourite toy almost broke.
It was hard to believe his friend could get so vicious. D’hys knew the man pushed the limits but he never came across as someone who would snap and go homicidal. Worse, Z’ia loved Aveleth more than D’hys had seen his friend love anything or anyone else; it just wasn’t likely that he would risk harming someone so severely that their dragon went between. This all had to be made up. It couldn’t be real. Yes, there was the physical evidence right there before him on A’liran’s body and a dragon was conveying memories and they weren’t very good at lying so anything fabricated surely wouldn’t sit well with them either.
Still, it had to be a ploy to break up their friendship. This was revenge for that day in the Square when the blueriders carted A’liran off and D’hys didn’t keep Z’ia in line like the dragon had requested. That… that could almost be believable. Yet, A’liran’s reaction to the memories being shared made it seem like he wasn’t in on it and everything was genuine. Could Z’ia truly be sitting on a hair trigger to violence? No, D’hys couldn’t believe that. He wasn’t a saint himself, of that D’hys knew and was even proud of, with the way he used and manipulated people and even left lovers bruised and sore, but Z’ia was similar to him in that regard. They knew their limits and what would keep them off the radar and out of trouble.
Don’t do it, D’hys. Zeianth’s warning hit D’hys before he could open his mouth to accuse the greenrider of spreading filthy lies and trying to turn friends on each other. You already pointed out how it has to be true and I do not get the sense that he is here for malicious purposes. He sought you out for something else. What that was, Zeianth wasn’t sure. D’hys only displayed emotions such as pity or distraught when he remembered his mother and sisters so it was practically foreign to the icy blue dragon to understand such things in others. Aveleth was a special case with his mood swings but Zeianth didn’t think that was typical either.
Convinced D’hys wouldn’t speak irrationally, attentions were turned to the green who wasn’t nearby but still wanted to meddle. Astoreth, you come too close to going too far with your assistance, Zeianth spoke directly to the green, voice low and warning. He was grateful the pain and emotions attached with the memories hadn’t been passed along since that would have upset D’hys further and there wouldn’t be much to do to calm him until the anger passed but he wasn’t sure why Astoreth presumed she could share anything in the first place. Even her bonded didn’t seem too thrilled with that happening.
“A’liran,” D’hys often called the greenrider ‘babe’ instead of using his name though the name did make an appearance when he was proving some point or another. This time, it was done to show he would behave and there might be a hint of compassion within him as well. “Sit and try to relax. I’m betting you haven’t had anything to eat for most of the day either.” Determined to steer himself away from Z’ia’s actions and focus on why an injured greenrider would come to him, D’hys went into his kitchen to ladle some simmering homemade stew into a bowl. His mother had been a wonderful cook and taught her children when they were younger. He wouldn’t claim to be a master in the kitchen but his stew was absolutely amazing.
After pouring a glass of ale to wash the stew down with, D’hys returned to A’liran and waited for his impromptu guest to accept the items. The look he gave was clear that there wasn’t room to argue. The handprint on A’liran’s throat likely made it uncomfortable to swallow but the man needed liquids in him and the vegetables at least might be soft enough to go down without much pain. “Strip down after you’re done if you want. I’ll check you over for damage because I also bet you didn’t have a Healer tend to you yet either.”
