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01.Sep.12, 11:30 AM
That voice! B'jin shrank back suddenly, hiding without any sense of dignity behind R'nd and peering over the bluerider's shoulder with huge eyes as I'shan came to a clawing stop in the door-frame. The greenrider stared at him, his face heating up in horrified embarrassment as I'shan shrieked to the whole Hall what had happened out there. Then R'nd was yelling back, and B'jin jumped, startled by the sudden and insistent words coming from his lover. Whimpering and shaking, B'jin had attempted to rebury his teary face against R'nd's back when Talian was suddenly on top of him and --!
B'jin's brown eyes almost popped right out of his face as he stared at Talian in shocked horror, before bursting into tears. The greenrider tried really hard to make them quiet, his eyes wide and terrified as he watched Talian shift his attention to R'nd. Remembering the order, B'jin raised the cup to his lips but breathed and swallowed at once, causing him to choke and splutter before he controlled himself and drank it down, cringing behind R'nd so Talian couldn't see him, and as a result, didn't see the way the boy hesitated before coming forward with the numbweed.
B'jin's hands were curled between his front and R'nd's back, fingers clutching the fabric of his lover's clothing tightly; as the drugs in the drink kicked in, the greenrider's grip loosened and he slumped against R'nd in a more relaxed manner. There were still tears tumbling down his cheeks at intervals, but his breathing slowed and regulated and his gaze became sad and depressed, instead of frantic and fearful. The clearest thought process rippling across the forefront of his brain was the simple reminder to not touch R'nd's chest. That would be bad - but his foggy mind couldn't remember why. B'jin cuddled closer, nuzzling against R'nd's neck and murmuring soft, breathy sorries for everything; later, the greenrider would rage about how no one fucking listened to him - but for now, he was sorry. So sorry. Please, so sorry! He hadn't really wanted to see his sweet, beautiful, precious bluerider with a back eye! Honest!
Only when Ayyonth wrapped her up in security and love did Larrikith feel free to speak to his rider once more, the little green pressing against Ayyonth and cuddling as close as she could. Who but Ayyonth is good enough for me? She asked gently, though her word were filled with just a hint of arrogance. False flight or real flight, Ayyonth was hers and she had no desire to share him with anyone else, than she had to share herself. Nuzzling the blue's cheek, she let her adoration of the young dragon flow freely to him.
B'jin's brown eyes almost popped right out of his face as he stared at Talian in shocked horror, before bursting into tears. The greenrider tried really hard to make them quiet, his eyes wide and terrified as he watched Talian shift his attention to R'nd. Remembering the order, B'jin raised the cup to his lips but breathed and swallowed at once, causing him to choke and splutter before he controlled himself and drank it down, cringing behind R'nd so Talian couldn't see him, and as a result, didn't see the way the boy hesitated before coming forward with the numbweed.
B'jin's hands were curled between his front and R'nd's back, fingers clutching the fabric of his lover's clothing tightly; as the drugs in the drink kicked in, the greenrider's grip loosened and he slumped against R'nd in a more relaxed manner. There were still tears tumbling down his cheeks at intervals, but his breathing slowed and regulated and his gaze became sad and depressed, instead of frantic and fearful. The clearest thought process rippling across the forefront of his brain was the simple reminder to not touch R'nd's chest. That would be bad - but his foggy mind couldn't remember why. B'jin cuddled closer, nuzzling against R'nd's neck and murmuring soft, breathy sorries for everything; later, the greenrider would rage about how no one fucking listened to him - but for now, he was sorry. So sorry. Please, so sorry! He hadn't really wanted to see his sweet, beautiful, precious bluerider with a back eye! Honest!
Only when Ayyonth wrapped her up in security and love did Larrikith feel free to speak to his rider once more, the little green pressing against Ayyonth and cuddling as close as she could. Who but Ayyonth is good enough for me? She asked gently, though her word were filled with just a hint of arrogance. False flight or real flight, Ayyonth was hers and she had no desire to share him with anyone else, than she had to share herself. Nuzzling the blue's cheek, she let her adoration of the young dragon flow freely to him.
