06.Sep.12, 12:30 AM
"It would seem not," Z'ia allowed, playing along with the arrogant little greenrider's opinion of self worth. The bluerider had nothing but rumours to go on for the little tarts capabilities. He happened to know first hand several times over that his previous partner was more than a meal. Erisi don't want to hear that, however, and for now, Z'ia was willing to let him alone. He could always deflate the little shit's ego later if need be!
Smirking, and smug, Z'ia watched the subtle changes in the young man's posture and attitude. Poor little Weyrling was so desperate! And it was delicious! Tilting his chin, Z'ia snagged a handful of Eri's shirt front at the neck, and jerked the younger man into him, free hand snaking around the Weyrling tightly and holding him secure. Erisi wasn't going anywhere, not until Z'ia was done with him. Small as he was, Z'ia was strong enough to feel secure the feisty little tart wouldn't slip away if he tried to. Greens were notorious for baiting and then fleeing. He wasn't in the mood to run.
While Z'ia wasn't against using the kitchen bench, he was against being interrupted or punished for it. So, the bluerider gave Erisi a solid push and began herding him back towards a storage room. It was a favoured one. It had flour sacks making up the majority of the contents. Not a bed, but not a room full of rawhide or mouldy vegetables either. He didn't bother speaking, but Z'ia's grip was intense and promised to bruise of Erisi didn't play by his rules.
[sup]/snorts
Phone tag. Excuse any auto corrections I missed. [/sup]
Smirking, and smug, Z'ia watched the subtle changes in the young man's posture and attitude. Poor little Weyrling was so desperate! And it was delicious! Tilting his chin, Z'ia snagged a handful of Eri's shirt front at the neck, and jerked the younger man into him, free hand snaking around the Weyrling tightly and holding him secure. Erisi wasn't going anywhere, not until Z'ia was done with him. Small as he was, Z'ia was strong enough to feel secure the feisty little tart wouldn't slip away if he tried to. Greens were notorious for baiting and then fleeing. He wasn't in the mood to run.
While Z'ia wasn't against using the kitchen bench, he was against being interrupted or punished for it. So, the bluerider gave Erisi a solid push and began herding him back towards a storage room. It was a favoured one. It had flour sacks making up the majority of the contents. Not a bed, but not a room full of rawhide or mouldy vegetables either. He didn't bother speaking, but Z'ia's grip was intense and promised to bruise of Erisi didn't play by his rules.
[sup]/snorts
Phone tag. Excuse any auto corrections I missed. [/sup]
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia