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!
03.Jun.22, 11:53 AM
The first thing that A'mos noticed was that he was sore and stiff in a way that reminded him of a post party drunken fuck. Except he didn't think he had a hangover; sure he was still foggy, having trouble waking up, but he didn't have a headache, his stomach wasn't churning, he didn't want to shove a pillow over his head and just die. In fact he was oddly... pleased?
That made him frown with suspicion and crack his eyes open to glare at the wall as he started to remember glimpses of the flight. His right hand ached and a quick flex of his fingers made him wince at the stinging from his knuckles. Shit, he'd definitely punched someone... maybe two people? It was hard to remember, and he couldn't help but be both worried about whatever punishment he was going to get. Fay didn't deserve to be grounded again just because of him! And if he punched someone then was she okay? There had been a spike of fear at some point-
I'm okay. It was fine. Only scary for a little part and then Viskuth was there and it was better. Fayath's voice made him slow down and wake up a bit more, surprised that instead of her normal hesitant whisper it came as a soft gentle coo. That and another little wave of pleasure from the dragon as she nuzzled her winner affectionately made A'mos let out a soft sigh of relief, subconsciously settling in and leaning back more firmly against the warmth at his back. Wait.
"Fuck." His voice was hoarse and cracked and sounded much angrier than it probably should have since upon another review of his own condition he realized it hadn't been bad necessarily. He was sore, but also wasn't completely against the idea of another round... but that was probably Fayath's fault, though it was still hard to wrap his head around his precious green's current state of mind and the lust and satisfaction that came with it.
With a groan he grabbed onto the arms wrapped around him so that he could make some room and at least turn around to see who it was. He didn't recognize the man though, but a quick glimpse from Fayath at least revealed he was a bronzerider. A'mos had a feeling that meant the man was not planning on sticking around. At least he was cute, he thought before clearing his throat so he could introduce himself a bit more clearly. "I'm A'mos. This is..." a quick look around confirmed that yes, he'd ended up in his own bed at least, "my weyr. Hi... first flight." Hopefully adding that little explanation at the end would make it easier to forgive any faux pas. He frowned as he noticed the bruise and a bit of dried blood on the other man's face. "Oh shit, did I punch you?" Fuck.
That made him frown with suspicion and crack his eyes open to glare at the wall as he started to remember glimpses of the flight. His right hand ached and a quick flex of his fingers made him wince at the stinging from his knuckles. Shit, he'd definitely punched someone... maybe two people? It was hard to remember, and he couldn't help but be both worried about whatever punishment he was going to get. Fay didn't deserve to be grounded again just because of him! And if he punched someone then was she okay? There had been a spike of fear at some point-
"Fuck." His voice was hoarse and cracked and sounded much angrier than it probably should have since upon another review of his own condition he realized it hadn't been bad necessarily. He was sore, but also wasn't completely against the idea of another round... but that was probably Fayath's fault, though it was still hard to wrap his head around his precious green's current state of mind and the lust and satisfaction that came with it.
With a groan he grabbed onto the arms wrapped around him so that he could make some room and at least turn around to see who it was. He didn't recognize the man though, but a quick glimpse from Fayath at least revealed he was a bronzerider. A'mos had a feeling that meant the man was not planning on sticking around. At least he was cute, he thought before clearing his throat so he could introduce himself a bit more clearly. "I'm A'mos. This is..." a quick look around confirmed that yes, he'd ended up in his own bed at least, "my weyr. Hi... first flight." Hopefully adding that little explanation at the end would make it easier to forgive any faux pas. He frowned as he noticed the bruise and a bit of dried blood on the other man's face. "Oh shit, did I punch you?" Fuck.
