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17.Apr.19, 05:04 AM
A'tay really wasn't sure where he was. He knew he had blindly followed a man that was practically a stranger to him--though a part of him did recall seeing the man with Mylorah sometimes so he had to be a decent guy--and allowed himself to be locked into a bedroom. Alone. There had been relief at that once he realised his begging had been answered but Xyxyth's lust was becoming unbearable and he was soon struggling with staying away from the door and trying to open it.
In the end, A'tay sat in the furthest corner of the room with his knees drawn up to his chest, happily hiding in the darkness as he told Xyxyth over and over he didn't want to chase and that he wasn't ready. Just because he had a crush on one girl didn't mean he wanted just anyone. His dragon was still young--they both were, really--and didn't understand the distinction between being ready to hook up with anyone because it was just sex and wanting to be with one particular person because holding their hand was nice and every other aspect of a relationship didn't seem quite as intimidating with that one girl in mind.
His head was killing him and felt like it would split open at any moment. A'tay sat with his head cradled between his knees as his fingers massaged his temples. He didn't like his vision going between his happy darkness and the sky with everything zipping by below. At least he was in darkness and not trying to walk somewhere--that had been a lot more complicated and unpleasant but it still wasn't a picnic he was enjoying either. "I don't want to chase. I don't want to sleep with Casa," it was his mantra and he chanted it over and over, focusing on his breathing to help keep from going insane and banging down the door. He didn't want to join the chase! He wanted his dragon--
A'tay screamed and nearly jumped out of his skin when a gentle feminine voice prodded his mind to see if he was okay. He really didn't need another dragon in his head! He didn't want any in his head! "Fine. Swell. Please go away," He spoke aloud through clenched teeth as he was already concentrating on too many other things to focus his thoughts at what he assumed was the green dragon of the man that rescued him. He appreciated the concern but he couldn't handle it right then and was suddenly worried he was going to throw up on the kind man's bedroom floor.
Frustration, fear, and embarrassment were strong motivators. A'tay knew he couldn't stay hidden away and continue fighting the nature of the Flight for much longer. If he didn't give in and merge with his dragon, he could very well make himself sick or do damage to his brain or vision. He didn't know and they really didn't teach that sort of thing. They were told to give in to the dragon during Flights and ride it out but he didn't want that. "I don't want that!"
He was completely unsure about how much time had passed since Thallyath had started this whole miserable experience but it felt like a life time and he was tired. "No more, Xyxyth. I don't want this. Not yet," the words were barely above a whisper but they were filled with emotion. Still, they didn't seem to sway his dragon that was caught up in lust and the belief that he knew what was best for them.
That was the last straw for A'tay as he shakily got to his feet and planted them shoulder-width apart to keep himself mostly balanced as he took one deep ragged breath after the other as he steadied himself for what he was about to do. He knew it was possible to keep dragons grounded for one reason or another but it took a strong mind for a battle of wills and he always assumed that also meant an older and more experienced dragonrider. But he was desperate. "I said no! We are not chasing today! Get your shiny hide on the ground. Now!"
He swayed from the concentration he was putting into every word and ignored the guilt that spiked both from hearing his dragon's dismay and how Xyxyth's own guilt started to suffocate their bond. I'm sorry, TayTay. You seemed ready. I didn't... Are you okay? A'tay could feel his dragon's frustration at being cock blocked mingling with the guilt and concern but he didn't care. The lust was fading and his vision wasn't bouncing all over the place now so that earned a small smile and a whispered, "thank you," before his knees buckled as he passed out.
Xyxyth gave an indelicate squeal of distress as he landed in the Bowl below Halomirth's ledge. He didn't dare go up to where his rider was, though the thought that he was with a greenrider distressed him as much as A'tay being unconscious. But Halomirth was a sweet dragon and spoke highly of her rider so Xyxyth hoped that was true and A'tay would be safe. Still, even as he sank down into the sand, head lowered in shame, he called up to the green dragon, Watch over A'tay for me, please. The Flight is over for us and he is a good kid and might be hurt because of me.
In the end, A'tay sat in the furthest corner of the room with his knees drawn up to his chest, happily hiding in the darkness as he told Xyxyth over and over he didn't want to chase and that he wasn't ready. Just because he had a crush on one girl didn't mean he wanted just anyone. His dragon was still young--they both were, really--and didn't understand the distinction between being ready to hook up with anyone because it was just sex and wanting to be with one particular person because holding their hand was nice and every other aspect of a relationship didn't seem quite as intimidating with that one girl in mind.
His head was killing him and felt like it would split open at any moment. A'tay sat with his head cradled between his knees as his fingers massaged his temples. He didn't like his vision going between his happy darkness and the sky with everything zipping by below. At least he was in darkness and not trying to walk somewhere--that had been a lot more complicated and unpleasant but it still wasn't a picnic he was enjoying either. "I don't want to chase. I don't want to sleep with Casa," it was his mantra and he chanted it over and over, focusing on his breathing to help keep from going insane and banging down the door. He didn't want to join the chase! He wanted his dragon--
A'tay screamed and nearly jumped out of his skin when a gentle feminine voice prodded his mind to see if he was okay. He really didn't need another dragon in his head! He didn't want any in his head! "Fine. Swell. Please go away," He spoke aloud through clenched teeth as he was already concentrating on too many other things to focus his thoughts at what he assumed was the green dragon of the man that rescued him. He appreciated the concern but he couldn't handle it right then and was suddenly worried he was going to throw up on the kind man's bedroom floor.
Frustration, fear, and embarrassment were strong motivators. A'tay knew he couldn't stay hidden away and continue fighting the nature of the Flight for much longer. If he didn't give in and merge with his dragon, he could very well make himself sick or do damage to his brain or vision. He didn't know and they really didn't teach that sort of thing. They were told to give in to the dragon during Flights and ride it out but he didn't want that. "I don't want that!"
He was completely unsure about how much time had passed since Thallyath had started this whole miserable experience but it felt like a life time and he was tired. "No more, Xyxyth. I don't want this. Not yet," the words were barely above a whisper but they were filled with emotion. Still, they didn't seem to sway his dragon that was caught up in lust and the belief that he knew what was best for them.
That was the last straw for A'tay as he shakily got to his feet and planted them shoulder-width apart to keep himself mostly balanced as he took one deep ragged breath after the other as he steadied himself for what he was about to do. He knew it was possible to keep dragons grounded for one reason or another but it took a strong mind for a battle of wills and he always assumed that also meant an older and more experienced dragonrider. But he was desperate. "I said no! We are not chasing today! Get your shiny hide on the ground. Now!"
He swayed from the concentration he was putting into every word and ignored the guilt that spiked both from hearing his dragon's dismay and how Xyxyth's own guilt started to suffocate their bond. I'm sorry, TayTay. You seemed ready. I didn't... Are you okay? A'tay could feel his dragon's frustration at being cock blocked mingling with the guilt and concern but he didn't care. The lust was fading and his vision wasn't bouncing all over the place now so that earned a small smile and a whispered, "thank you," before his knees buckled as he passed out.
Xyxyth gave an indelicate squeal of distress as he landed in the Bowl below Halomirth's ledge. He didn't dare go up to where his rider was, though the thought that he was with a greenrider distressed him as much as A'tay being unconscious. But Halomirth was a sweet dragon and spoke highly of her rider so Xyxyth hoped that was true and A'tay would be safe. Still, even as he sank down into the sand, head lowered in shame, he called up to the green dragon, Watch over A'tay for me, please. The Flight is over for us and he is a good kid and might be hurt because of me.
