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!
31.Dec.12, 05:27 AM
A'liran's feelings were mixed as he crept from the living area to the bedroom, eyes never leaving his host. Ali was in bad shape, yes, but he was far from incapacitated, and it was hard to deny his attraction to the bluerider as they made their way into the bedroom. A'liran stood by quietly as D'hys stripped down, revealing his appealing form.
"I don't mind," Ali confessed as he slid into the bed, dark eyes drawn down D'hys' form. Like his host, Ali was thinking back on their many games. It seemed like D'hys always came out ahead, which both infuriated and enticed the feisty greenrider. He wanted to claim a round for himself! He wanted to get the better of the hard-to-read man in front of him and make him sing. But how? D'hys had won practically all of their previous encounters, thanks in no small part to A'liran's pronounced impatience.
D'hys always seemed to get the better of him! As Ali slipped into bed and watched the man, he almost felt like he understood why. D'hys had such control over himself, such a powerful presence and such a firm grip on his own emotions...something Ali would never have. He frowned, realizing it was all a game he was determined to lose, and yet feeling like he must continue to play regardless.
"I wish you would," A'liran said, voice low and unintentionally sultry. Being tucked in and kissed goodnight sounded like a good deal indeed! He arranged himself neatly in the bed, hands folded on his abdomen and an impish smile spreading across his face. He appeared in much higher spirits than he'd been in when he arrived. Perhaps that's why he'd come. Regardless of the outcome of their games, D'hys always made him smile, the slimy bastard!
Ali patted the spot beside him. "Come along, then. "I didn't come here to spend the night alone..."
If he'd wanted that, he would have limped home. Ali narrowed his eyes thoughtfully on the bluerider, still struggling to pinpoint what it was he loved so very much. Perhaps it was D'hys' physical beauty, but while that was certainly a mark in the man's favor, it seemed so much more than that. D'hys was almost the perfect opponent; crafty, well-spoken, elegant, and just dangerous enough to be enticing. It was absolutely vexing! A'liran's upper lip twitched with concerned interest as he watched the other man.
It wasn't a romantic attraction that A'liran felt, but rather one of the great rival and sidekick rolled into one. D'hys was the perfect friendly nemesis, a friend with benefits beyond compare who gave A'liran exactly what he wanted: someone to compete with, and someone to lose to!
"I don't mind," Ali confessed as he slid into the bed, dark eyes drawn down D'hys' form. Like his host, Ali was thinking back on their many games. It seemed like D'hys always came out ahead, which both infuriated and enticed the feisty greenrider. He wanted to claim a round for himself! He wanted to get the better of the hard-to-read man in front of him and make him sing. But how? D'hys had won practically all of their previous encounters, thanks in no small part to A'liran's pronounced impatience.
D'hys always seemed to get the better of him! As Ali slipped into bed and watched the man, he almost felt like he understood why. D'hys had such control over himself, such a powerful presence and such a firm grip on his own emotions...something Ali would never have. He frowned, realizing it was all a game he was determined to lose, and yet feeling like he must continue to play regardless.
"I wish you would," A'liran said, voice low and unintentionally sultry. Being tucked in and kissed goodnight sounded like a good deal indeed! He arranged himself neatly in the bed, hands folded on his abdomen and an impish smile spreading across his face. He appeared in much higher spirits than he'd been in when he arrived. Perhaps that's why he'd come. Regardless of the outcome of their games, D'hys always made him smile, the slimy bastard!
Ali patted the spot beside him. "Come along, then. "I didn't come here to spend the night alone..."
If he'd wanted that, he would have limped home. Ali narrowed his eyes thoughtfully on the bluerider, still struggling to pinpoint what it was he loved so very much. Perhaps it was D'hys' physical beauty, but while that was certainly a mark in the man's favor, it seemed so much more than that. D'hys was almost the perfect opponent; crafty, well-spoken, elegant, and just dangerous enough to be enticing. It was absolutely vexing! A'liran's upper lip twitched with concerned interest as he watched the other man.
It wasn't a romantic attraction that A'liran felt, but rather one of the great rival and sidekick rolled into one. D'hys was the perfect friendly nemesis, a friend with benefits beyond compare who gave A'liran exactly what he wanted: someone to compete with, and someone to lose to!
