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22.Oct.12, 06:13 AM
It was about time A’liran stirred! D’hys wasn’t sure how long the greenrider had been unconscious either but it seemed far too long. Of course there really wasn’t a reason for him to stay behind, watching over the guy like he somewhat did. It would have been far easier to cut out like Z’ia had once A’liran passed out, taking away the fun, though ‘fun’ was a subjective term. For the most part their time together had been exactly that but it bordered on going a bit too far given the actions and reactions that happened between the other two men. It was something he had thought about briefly but in the end didn’t quite care enough to deeply analyse and fell into an easy yet silent conversation with Zeianth as D’hys sat back and made himself comfortable fairly close to the greenrider.
So he didn’t need Astoreth hissing at him to look at her rider when A’liran stirred, his attention having already shifted from where he lounged, still naked, and staring at the wall while chatting with his own dragon. However, when A’liran’s demand came, D’hys gave a partial smirk and let his gaze trail over the other man from toes to head where he finally gave a reply, “a pissed off greenrider.” Nothing else was said as D’hys reached beside him and was soon giving a lazy toss of a shirt to its owner. He may have been rough and have questionable morals but the bluerider did know the value of clothing at Katila and how hard it could be to get new articles if they were constantly being torn by anxious or vicious hands so A’liran’s clothing fared better than the man himself.
“Z’ia left when you passed out,” he answered before the question was asked or the frantic search around the room for the shorter bluerider took place. It was pretty obvious A’liran hated Z’ia and possibly even feared his friend which D’hys had always assumed was a natural reaction though he liked the younger rider, enjoying his company and getting a kick out of his personality. “The fun was lost with your consciousness.” Why yes, perhaps that was a tip for A’liran to remember the next time he collided with Z’ia and didn’t have someone to help control the encounter somewhat.
So he didn’t need Astoreth hissing at him to look at her rider when A’liran stirred, his attention having already shifted from where he lounged, still naked, and staring at the wall while chatting with his own dragon. However, when A’liran’s demand came, D’hys gave a partial smirk and let his gaze trail over the other man from toes to head where he finally gave a reply, “a pissed off greenrider.” Nothing else was said as D’hys reached beside him and was soon giving a lazy toss of a shirt to its owner. He may have been rough and have questionable morals but the bluerider did know the value of clothing at Katila and how hard it could be to get new articles if they were constantly being torn by anxious or vicious hands so A’liran’s clothing fared better than the man himself.
“Z’ia left when you passed out,” he answered before the question was asked or the frantic search around the room for the shorter bluerider took place. It was pretty obvious A’liran hated Z’ia and possibly even feared his friend which D’hys had always assumed was a natural reaction though he liked the younger rider, enjoying his company and getting a kick out of his personality. “The fun was lost with your consciousness.” Why yes, perhaps that was a tip for A’liran to remember the next time he collided with Z’ia and didn’t have someone to help control the encounter somewhat.
