03.Sep.12, 09:20 AM
Oh, sweet shards of the first egg, was she cute.
A'liran watched her flustered response with a mildly endeared expression, touched with just a hint of disbelief. It was hard to think that anyone who'd spent any time at the weyr could be so modest or so unacquainted with the realities of sexuality, but he didn't question it. There were, as he'd once claimed himself, some 'weird fuckers' around at Katila.
"Whoa, hun," he said, lifting one hand in an effort to calm her down. He wasn't sure what else to do! How was he supposed to deal with a girl who almost fell to pieces just over a little misunderstanding over flirting? It was cute, kind of funny, but he also had no desire to see it escalate. He reminded himself to play nice and flashed her another smile. "Don't worry your pretty head, all right? I was just asking is all....I'm a greenrider, you know. People hit o-....flirt with me all the time." Though both were true. A'liran almost always had some bruising at the very least after his dragon's frequent flights. That was beside the point, though. It was a shame he didn't know more about Apari, though. He could have told her that he understood. He wasn't shy about talking about it, though...nor shy on inviting more violence on himself.
"It happens all the time, it's just that people are so round about when they do it...I'd rather em just get it out in the open. That's all." He shrugged. "For what it's worth, I appreciate it when a lady flirts with me, but I'd rather go for a man."
It was true. Women were more delicate, and A'liran liked it rough. He'd been interested in both sexes even before Impression, but riding green had diluted his desire to take women as lovers. He was presented with as many male suitors as he could handle, and well...he wasn't fond of how flights with women ended up. A'liran often outright attacked his winners, trying to hurt them before they could hurt him...but when he found himself on the other end of a female bluerider, the strategy was a lot less preemptive and a lot more unpleasant. He had no control of it, but he didn't like it one bit.
Maybe that was why female-ridden dragons chased him so rarely. They knew.
Of course, out of flight encounters with women went much smoother. He was gentle and courtly, if not a little snarky and untamed, but he would never knowingly lay a cruel hand on a woman. That made flights sting even more; he knew what it felt like tobe brutalized by a fflight partner. As much as he enjoyed other men, they did it to him all the time.
A'liran watched her flustered response with a mildly endeared expression, touched with just a hint of disbelief. It was hard to think that anyone who'd spent any time at the weyr could be so modest or so unacquainted with the realities of sexuality, but he didn't question it. There were, as he'd once claimed himself, some 'weird fuckers' around at Katila.
"Whoa, hun," he said, lifting one hand in an effort to calm her down. He wasn't sure what else to do! How was he supposed to deal with a girl who almost fell to pieces just over a little misunderstanding over flirting? It was cute, kind of funny, but he also had no desire to see it escalate. He reminded himself to play nice and flashed her another smile. "Don't worry your pretty head, all right? I was just asking is all....I'm a greenrider, you know. People hit o-....flirt with me all the time." Though both were true. A'liran almost always had some bruising at the very least after his dragon's frequent flights. That was beside the point, though. It was a shame he didn't know more about Apari, though. He could have told her that he understood. He wasn't shy about talking about it, though...nor shy on inviting more violence on himself.
"It happens all the time, it's just that people are so round about when they do it...I'd rather em just get it out in the open. That's all." He shrugged. "For what it's worth, I appreciate it when a lady flirts with me, but I'd rather go for a man."
It was true. Women were more delicate, and A'liran liked it rough. He'd been interested in both sexes even before Impression, but riding green had diluted his desire to take women as lovers. He was presented with as many male suitors as he could handle, and well...he wasn't fond of how flights with women ended up. A'liran often outright attacked his winners, trying to hurt them before they could hurt him...but when he found himself on the other end of a female bluerider, the strategy was a lot less preemptive and a lot more unpleasant. He had no control of it, but he didn't like it one bit.
Maybe that was why female-ridden dragons chased him so rarely. They knew.
Of course, out of flight encounters with women went much smoother. He was gentle and courtly, if not a little snarky and untamed, but he would never knowingly lay a cruel hand on a woman. That made flights sting even more; he knew what it felt like tobe brutalized by a fflight partner. As much as he enjoyed other men, they did it to him all the time.