13.Apr.14, 02:34 PM
The girl’s surprise at seeing him was not missed, but it did go without comment as Z’ia peered up at Rhaedalyn, head tilting slightly to one side and curls dancing around his shoulders. His eyebrows furrowed, then widened with amusement as Rhaedalyn whispered to him about her dragon. Z’ia nodded, lips curling slightly. A cheeky response was lingering on the tip of Z’ia’s tongue, but it was swallowed without seeing daylight as Rhaedalyn’s fingers touched his cheek and trailed down his chest. Z’ia blinked, dark green eyes searching the goldrider’s turned away face in silence.
Z’ia’s hand lifted, splayed fingers capturing Rhaedalyn’s where it lingered to lift it back up a little and hold it gently over his heart. Z’ia waited for the girl to look at him once more, before stepping forward slightly, bringing them closer together. He studied her face carefully, not unaware of the flightlust that still lingered in her, nor that in himself, but also aware that the girl would have enough sense about her to know what she was asking. It was the first time she’d made a blatant pass at him – something Z’ia had been waiting for with much irritation – and he wasn’t about to let it go without acting upon it. It was about time the idiot girl stopped prancing around him like a high-strung green.
The distance closed between them, Z’ia’s free hand tilted Rhaedalyn’s chin gently, drawing the girl in so the inches that separated their heights were made irrelevant. Carefully leading the kiss, Z’ia let his hand release her chin, and trace lightly up the side of her face, following her jawline, to weave his fingers gently in the short curls left behind after the landslide. Breaking the kiss with a somewhat bemused smile, Z’ia licked his lips, and puffed out a gentle sigh.
The energetic little bluerider did not speak (and was praying to Faranth between that Rhaedalyn would follow his lead and keep quiet) as he leaned back just a little, head tilted to one side looking for all the world like he couldn’t believe his good fortune. He brushed a thumb lightly over Rhaedalyn’s bottom lip, before leaning up to kiss her gently again. With one hand snaking around Rhaedalyn’s neck to play with her hair, the other rested gently at her waist; low, but not quite pushing past boundaries of good manners. He was still waiting to see if Rhaedalyn would invite him further, or not.
Aveleth’s wide eye peered out from between leafy branches as Aradissicath spoke to him, and he shrank back a bit, despite the kind words and the appearance of the firelizards. He shifted anxiously, gaze flickering from the gold dragon to the pair of humans, and back again. Z’ia’s emotions were almost strange; Aveleth could tell he was playing a game, but it was not his usual game, such as he played with the greenriders, and it confused the young dragon. He crept out of the tree carefully, as afraid of being scolded by Aradissicath as he was of interrupting the lip locked couple.
I’m glad, he whispered the words to Aradissicath, returning his gaze to their riders, and wondering if Aradissicath would still be pleased about him bringing Z’ia out, when Z’ia finished whatever game it was he was playing. His goals were lost in the recesses of his mind, and Aveleth had no idea what his end plan was. Only that his desire to have the man help the girl was going to backfire. Aveleth would have sulked, but the emotions charging from Z’ia were too pleasant to allow the mellow dragon any opportunity to wallow in self-pity. His eyes swirled soft purple-y hues, echoing his human’s lust and pleasure.
Z’ia’s hand lifted, splayed fingers capturing Rhaedalyn’s where it lingered to lift it back up a little and hold it gently over his heart. Z’ia waited for the girl to look at him once more, before stepping forward slightly, bringing them closer together. He studied her face carefully, not unaware of the flightlust that still lingered in her, nor that in himself, but also aware that the girl would have enough sense about her to know what she was asking. It was the first time she’d made a blatant pass at him – something Z’ia had been waiting for with much irritation – and he wasn’t about to let it go without acting upon it. It was about time the idiot girl stopped prancing around him like a high-strung green.
The distance closed between them, Z’ia’s free hand tilted Rhaedalyn’s chin gently, drawing the girl in so the inches that separated their heights were made irrelevant. Carefully leading the kiss, Z’ia let his hand release her chin, and trace lightly up the side of her face, following her jawline, to weave his fingers gently in the short curls left behind after the landslide. Breaking the kiss with a somewhat bemused smile, Z’ia licked his lips, and puffed out a gentle sigh.
The energetic little bluerider did not speak (and was praying to Faranth between that Rhaedalyn would follow his lead and keep quiet) as he leaned back just a little, head tilted to one side looking for all the world like he couldn’t believe his good fortune. He brushed a thumb lightly over Rhaedalyn’s bottom lip, before leaning up to kiss her gently again. With one hand snaking around Rhaedalyn’s neck to play with her hair, the other rested gently at her waist; low, but not quite pushing past boundaries of good manners. He was still waiting to see if Rhaedalyn would invite him further, or not.
Aveleth’s wide eye peered out from between leafy branches as Aradissicath spoke to him, and he shrank back a bit, despite the kind words and the appearance of the firelizards. He shifted anxiously, gaze flickering from the gold dragon to the pair of humans, and back again. Z’ia’s emotions were almost strange; Aveleth could tell he was playing a game, but it was not his usual game, such as he played with the greenriders, and it confused the young dragon. He crept out of the tree carefully, as afraid of being scolded by Aradissicath as he was of interrupting the lip locked couple.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia