14.Sep.12, 01:41 AM
"I k-know, it's just..." It was a mixture of embarrassment, mixed feelings of obligation, a large degree of shyness when it came to romantic involvement, and a little bit of fear. V'zire was clearly embarrassed just from talking about it, and so it wasn't hard to see how he was with relationships outside of flights. The greenrider wanted a relationship, but inhibited himself so greatly that having one was improbable. Having the same rider winning Niskziath's flights was an easy crutch to lean upon. V'zire wasn't really hurting from the lack of a love life, he had Niskziath, and a great deal of friends. He just thought that maybe... it would be nice. "It's just difficult for me, I guess." It was the best way he could sum it up.
"I hardly win games like these," he admitted, and was a little eager to move away from the conversation he had drug up himself. "It's kind of nice to win, every once in a while." V'zire was naturally a graceful loser, but he couldn't deny that he got a little giddy when he won, especially since he hardly expected to. As A'liran had clearly witnessed, V'zire was terrible at keeping a poker face and terrible at determining someone else's expressions. He couldn't even see through A'liran's bluff, and was completely unaware that the man had been bluffing a few times throughout this game.
"That should be nice, though, shouldn't it?" he asked with an obviously curious tone. "It provides some stability, to have the same dragon win. I like that Niskziath habitually chooses the same dragon." Of course, maybe he was wrong about such stability being a good thing. He flashed A'liran a sheepish, almost shamed smile when the other greenrider mentioned that the man who won wasn't entirely pleasant.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I uh, I guess that wouldn't be too much fun." He was so distracted that he didn't play his current hand, and likely would need a friendly reminder in a few minutes when it became apparent to A'liran that V'zire had forgotten they were in the middle of a round.
"I hardly win games like these," he admitted, and was a little eager to move away from the conversation he had drug up himself. "It's kind of nice to win, every once in a while." V'zire was naturally a graceful loser, but he couldn't deny that he got a little giddy when he won, especially since he hardly expected to. As A'liran had clearly witnessed, V'zire was terrible at keeping a poker face and terrible at determining someone else's expressions. He couldn't even see through A'liran's bluff, and was completely unaware that the man had been bluffing a few times throughout this game.
"That should be nice, though, shouldn't it?" he asked with an obviously curious tone. "It provides some stability, to have the same dragon win. I like that Niskziath habitually chooses the same dragon." Of course, maybe he was wrong about such stability being a good thing. He flashed A'liran a sheepish, almost shamed smile when the other greenrider mentioned that the man who won wasn't entirely pleasant.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I uh, I guess that wouldn't be too much fun." He was so distracted that he didn't play his current hand, and likely would need a friendly reminder in a few minutes when it became apparent to A'liran that V'zire had forgotten they were in the middle of a round.
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