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!
20.Aug.12, 09:39 AM
"Don't be stupid," B'jin snapped, uncharacteristically snarky in his worry over the bluerider. There was so much blood! B'jin's stomach rolled unhappily, and the Harper's nose scrunched up unhappily, expression queasy. He could take pain, but he had a weak stomach for blood. "Talian is never too busy for me," and B'jin wanted the young Healer to take care of his lover. The fuck he was going to let anyone else touch R'nd! The greenrider moved just slightly so the swiftly appearing Talian could better see to his lover's face, but his grip didn't loosen on R'nd's upper arms.
"Hush!" B'jin bit out, voice irritated at R'nd's attempted humour of what was definitely not a funny subject, brown eyes feverishly bright as his gaze snapped back to R'nd's face and he grunted suddenly, feeling the way R'nd's body swayed. "Love? R'nd, dear? You can lie down in a moment, I promise, but please. I can't carry you!" B'jin shivered slightly at the touch of Ayyonth's mind, the dragon only confirming his own fears as he gave R'nd's shoulders a little shake. While the greenrider probably could carry R'nd if he was pushed to do so, he really didn't want to attempt it that night, with blood and alcohol present in far too high a quantity.
"c'mon, Tal has a nice bed set up!" Coaxing, B'jin's voice was soft and sweet as he readjusted his grip on R'nd, dropping his arm and weaving it around the bleeding rider's back so he could entice the swaying man to go inside. He was covered in blood, and B'jin sent a fleeting glance to Talian, but his son had dashed on ahead, leading the way to the room in which they were to settle. B'jin spent the longest five minutes of his life coaxing and cajole R'nd from outside and into the room that had been prepared, using soft sweet words and a severe overdose of his favourite endearments.
"Look, love, we made it," B'jin's voice vibrated with relief as he near dragged R'nd over to the bed, glaring viciously at the attendant that tried to do their job until they backed off and looked to Talian. B'jin's expression was pretty clear: Look all you want, but don't you dare touch. If he had been in possession of feathers, they would be puffed out threateningly. Instead, he was reduced to simply glaring. However, considering the man was flushed and puffy from crying, while looking slightly green from the close proximity to R'nd's blood - which was also in excess on him - it was fair to say B'jin likely looked quite scary.
Only when he had managed to get R'nd to lie back on the table did B'jin stop fussing over the younger man long enough to pay Talian a lick of attention, his eyes bright with horror at the entire night, he shifted out of the way, standing at the head of the bed with his fingers combing gently through R'nd's hair, gaze dropping back down to his lover's tortured face as he spoke softly.
"S'kef hit I'shan. R'nd hit S'kef. S'kef bashed the fuck out of R'nd."
I love you, Larrikith crooned softly, nuzzling herself against Ayyonth. Talian will fix him. Talian can fix anything, and B'jin won't let anyone else near him. Maybe she'd been listening to too many of B'jin's stories, but the little dragon completely believed the words she was speaking. She nuzzled reassuringly at Ayyonth's cheek again, peering up at him a worried expression. The beautiful blue was so worked up! Larri licked his nose.
"Hush!" B'jin bit out, voice irritated at R'nd's attempted humour of what was definitely not a funny subject, brown eyes feverishly bright as his gaze snapped back to R'nd's face and he grunted suddenly, feeling the way R'nd's body swayed. "Love? R'nd, dear? You can lie down in a moment, I promise, but please. I can't carry you!" B'jin shivered slightly at the touch of Ayyonth's mind, the dragon only confirming his own fears as he gave R'nd's shoulders a little shake. While the greenrider probably could carry R'nd if he was pushed to do so, he really didn't want to attempt it that night, with blood and alcohol present in far too high a quantity.
"c'mon, Tal has a nice bed set up!" Coaxing, B'jin's voice was soft and sweet as he readjusted his grip on R'nd, dropping his arm and weaving it around the bleeding rider's back so he could entice the swaying man to go inside. He was covered in blood, and B'jin sent a fleeting glance to Talian, but his son had dashed on ahead, leading the way to the room in which they were to settle. B'jin spent the longest five minutes of his life coaxing and cajole R'nd from outside and into the room that had been prepared, using soft sweet words and a severe overdose of his favourite endearments.
"Look, love, we made it," B'jin's voice vibrated with relief as he near dragged R'nd over to the bed, glaring viciously at the attendant that tried to do their job until they backed off and looked to Talian. B'jin's expression was pretty clear: Look all you want, but don't you dare touch. If he had been in possession of feathers, they would be puffed out threateningly. Instead, he was reduced to simply glaring. However, considering the man was flushed and puffy from crying, while looking slightly green from the close proximity to R'nd's blood - which was also in excess on him - it was fair to say B'jin likely looked quite scary.
Only when he had managed to get R'nd to lie back on the table did B'jin stop fussing over the younger man long enough to pay Talian a lick of attention, his eyes bright with horror at the entire night, he shifted out of the way, standing at the head of the bed with his fingers combing gently through R'nd's hair, gaze dropping back down to his lover's tortured face as he spoke softly.
"S'kef hit I'shan. R'nd hit S'kef. S'kef bashed the fuck out of R'nd."
I love you, Larrikith crooned softly, nuzzling herself against Ayyonth. Talian will fix him. Talian can fix anything, and B'jin won't let anyone else near him. Maybe she'd been listening to too many of B'jin's stories, but the little dragon completely believed the words she was speaking. She nuzzled reassuringly at Ayyonth's cheek again, peering up at him a worried expression. The beautiful blue was so worked up! Larri licked his nose.
