05.Jun.22, 01:14 PM
A'mos cringed again as the bronzerider confirmed that yes, he had punched him. Shit. His thoughts turned to the last time he'd he'd broken V'lis's nose and the punishment he had received and he couldn't help but worry that it would be even worse this time. Fayath sent out another small wave of reassurance that was still heavily tinged with her own lust as she tried to be the supportive half for once, Pharalth started chasing and being mean and I got scared. Viskuth helped, and he was scary at first too but it was just to keep Pharalth away. It's fine now. The dragon reinforced the thought with another affectionate nuzzle against the protective bronze as she basked in the shelter and comfort his enormous size offered.
That brought an immense sense of relief to A'mos, who sighed and visibly relaxed, smiling absently at the stranger in his bed. "Sorry," he repeated a bit more sedately. He was definitely not used to filtering out the emotions the usually timid green was flooding him with. Her fear and insecurity he could handle easily, had plenty of practice with that, but this was entirely different and he was neither prepared nor capable of caring about it to do anything. "Oh, as for why," he said as he remembered the question that had been asked, "Someone scared Fayath during her flight and I lashed out as a result. I don't like when she's scared. But she says everything is better now. Your bronze scared her at first, but it was a misunderstanding." He didn't bother to point out how the dragons were now getting along quite well in their post flight bliss since he was sure the bronzerider could feel it too.
"Wasn't expecting to be caught by a bronze... or for her to fly for that matter." He eyed the other man's chest and felt compelled to scoot in and rest his face against that warmth. Fayath was getting her cuddles after all, he should clearly follow suit, and who knew how long he'd have that opportunity available to him before the bronzerider left to go find some lady for entertainment. At least that's what he assumed would happen, since he'd heard plenty of stories about bronzeriders being a bit more annoyed with catching men in their beds.
That brought an immense sense of relief to A'mos, who sighed and visibly relaxed, smiling absently at the stranger in his bed. "Sorry," he repeated a bit more sedately. He was definitely not used to filtering out the emotions the usually timid green was flooding him with. Her fear and insecurity he could handle easily, had plenty of practice with that, but this was entirely different and he was neither prepared nor capable of caring about it to do anything. "Oh, as for why," he said as he remembered the question that had been asked, "Someone scared Fayath during her flight and I lashed out as a result. I don't like when she's scared. But she says everything is better now. Your bronze scared her at first, but it was a misunderstanding." He didn't bother to point out how the dragons were now getting along quite well in their post flight bliss since he was sure the bronzerider could feel it too.
"Wasn't expecting to be caught by a bronze... or for her to fly for that matter." He eyed the other man's chest and felt compelled to scoot in and rest his face against that warmth. Fayath was getting her cuddles after all, he should clearly follow suit, and who knew how long he'd have that opportunity available to him before the bronzerider left to go find some lady for entertainment. At least that's what he assumed would happen, since he'd heard plenty of stories about bronzeriders being a bit more annoyed with catching men in their beds.