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!
22.Oct.12, 11:47 PM
B'jin gave a sad little pout alongside R'nd when he said his clothing never came home, such a pity! The mischievous sparkle in the greenrider's eyes belied the expression on his face, which quickly vanished at R'nd's own attempt to hide his smirk. He knew R'nd was playing with him, but the sudden thought of returning R'nd's clothing to him was difficult to shake. It wasn't difficult to decide how such would be done; it obviously required a great deal of dramatic flair and good humour. Perhaps wrapping them up for the bluerider, and presenting them to him like a grand gift on his birthday would work. It would certainly be entertaining, and B'jin knew that his lover would find it both amusing and appreciate the return of his clothing. Of course, if he were going to do that, B'jin would need to steal more. He wasn't going to give up his small collection first!
The older rider laughed softly as he let his fingers dance teasingly over R'nd's collarbone and up the side of his neck, lingering for a moment before trailing back down the way they'd come, enjoying the familiar feel of his friend's skin, not entirely unaware of how long he had managed to keep the younger man's attention focused on him, and returning to his bed; it was something the greenrider was perhaps more aware of than he was letting on. B'jin's eyes darkened in response to the expression on his lover's features, his own almost uncharacteristically wanton as his hands wandered more thoroughly, playing lightly over R'nd's stomach but stopping teasingly short. A turn ago that day, he'd ignored the Weyrleader's wishes to keep the bluerider focused on himself. He hadn't expected it to last for so long, but he was a far cry from unhappy about that! He could feel R'nd's fingers tracing down his spine; most of the scarring had faded well, though he'd always be marred by S'kef's harsh lashing.
B'jin's expression twisted into a wicked little smirk, shifting his weight as he brushed suggestively against R'nd, lips parting to breathe huskily into his lover's ear, "where to start?" The question was blatantly rhetorical as B'jin lipped gently at his lover's earlobe, attention moving swiftly and hungrily down the side of his neck, hands following suit as they found their favourite places to linger. Wingpractice wasn't for a few days, he didn't have a class to teach, and the children were in Creche. B'jin had no commitments for the day, and even if he had... well! The greenrider had snubbed the Weyrleader to bed R'nd before, he was pretty sure a couple of daily tasks held no sway right then!
The older rider laughed softly as he let his fingers dance teasingly over R'nd's collarbone and up the side of his neck, lingering for a moment before trailing back down the way they'd come, enjoying the familiar feel of his friend's skin, not entirely unaware of how long he had managed to keep the younger man's attention focused on him, and returning to his bed; it was something the greenrider was perhaps more aware of than he was letting on. B'jin's eyes darkened in response to the expression on his lover's features, his own almost uncharacteristically wanton as his hands wandered more thoroughly, playing lightly over R'nd's stomach but stopping teasingly short. A turn ago that day, he'd ignored the Weyrleader's wishes to keep the bluerider focused on himself. He hadn't expected it to last for so long, but he was a far cry from unhappy about that! He could feel R'nd's fingers tracing down his spine; most of the scarring had faded well, though he'd always be marred by S'kef's harsh lashing.
B'jin's expression twisted into a wicked little smirk, shifting his weight as he brushed suggestively against R'nd, lips parting to breathe huskily into his lover's ear, "where to start?" The question was blatantly rhetorical as B'jin lipped gently at his lover's earlobe, attention moving swiftly and hungrily down the side of his neck, hands following suit as they found their favourite places to linger. Wingpractice wasn't for a few days, he didn't have a class to teach, and the children were in Creche. B'jin had no commitments for the day, and even if he had... well! The greenrider had snubbed the Weyrleader to bed R'nd before, he was pretty sure a couple of daily tasks held no sway right then!
