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!
01.Oct.22, 02:10 AM
"I do not 'boss people around'; I strongly suggest things, which is nothing new. Some brownriders have been in need of that motivation for years," D'hys pointed out as he grabbed the jar of oil from its designated spot. X'siar was far too organised and it didn't surprise D'hys that his young friend had noticed the missing hair clip so quickly. Everything had a place and if it was missing or put somewhere else, it stood out.
A dollop of oil was poured into his palm and the jar set back in the proper location. D'hys spread the substance between his hands, heating it in the process for added comfort when the massage began. "V'lis is trouble, X'siar," he began his warning as his hands began working the agitated muscle. Using the honorific was also intentionally done to show he was serious, avoiding any pet names that may lead the greenrider to think he was just a concerned friend or that it wasn't anything to actually worry about. "I let him run minor errands for me at times to keep him out of some trouble but he's not someone I want near people that Zeianth or I are fond of." He could have said the green pair was important to them but D'hys didn't want to give his original princess a larger ego.
His fingers worked deeper over the muscles now that he had made his way down and then back up in a lighter touch to relax X'siar. "I warned him I would not be pleased if he came around you again. As for you," D'hys paused in his work so a hand could grab X'siar's chin so they could make proper eye contact. "I don't want you seeking out the brownrider because a bluerider told you not to. He's gaining a nasty reputation if you want a second opinion but if nothing else, never accept a drink from him." One of his gossip collectors had thought a conversation they overheard about drinks spiked with that obnoxious sex drug had been about V'lis but D'hys hadn't been all that interested at the time to look further into it. Perhaps it was time since that was a while ago and a pattern may have emerged.
His focus went back to the massage with both thumbs working in hard small circles as they walked their way from elbow to wrist. "Now, more importantly--how are you doing?" With his shirt off, D'hys had a good view of torso and face and couldn't see any evidence of bruising or swelling which made the urge to kill V'lis recede, if only slightly.
A dollop of oil was poured into his palm and the jar set back in the proper location. D'hys spread the substance between his hands, heating it in the process for added comfort when the massage began. "V'lis is trouble, X'siar," he began his warning as his hands began working the agitated muscle. Using the honorific was also intentionally done to show he was serious, avoiding any pet names that may lead the greenrider to think he was just a concerned friend or that it wasn't anything to actually worry about. "I let him run minor errands for me at times to keep him out of some trouble but he's not someone I want near people that Zeianth or I are fond of." He could have said the green pair was important to them but D'hys didn't want to give his original princess a larger ego.
His fingers worked deeper over the muscles now that he had made his way down and then back up in a lighter touch to relax X'siar. "I warned him I would not be pleased if he came around you again. As for you," D'hys paused in his work so a hand could grab X'siar's chin so they could make proper eye contact. "I don't want you seeking out the brownrider because a bluerider told you not to. He's gaining a nasty reputation if you want a second opinion but if nothing else, never accept a drink from him." One of his gossip collectors had thought a conversation they overheard about drinks spiked with that obnoxious sex drug had been about V'lis but D'hys hadn't been all that interested at the time to look further into it. Perhaps it was time since that was a while ago and a pattern may have emerged.
His focus went back to the massage with both thumbs working in hard small circles as they walked their way from elbow to wrist. "Now, more importantly--how are you doing?" With his shirt off, D'hys had a good view of torso and face and couldn't see any evidence of bruising or swelling which made the urge to kill V'lis recede, if only slightly.
