Post by Lotty on Jan 9, 2011 13:17:34 GMT -5
He suddenly and completely felt like a toy whose arms and legs were being pulled and tugged in opposite directions. Stitches were coming undone and stuffing was falling out and no matter who won out in the end he knew that he was going to be irreparably damaged. All at once he was beloved and abused; the scrapes and tears were ironically the evidence of this very affection. Not fair. This was among the many reasons that he had not wanted to be caught in the grips of the flight, but alas, he was here and there was no taking it back. It was just a pity that things had to come to this, and his expression wearily melted as Pettahth slowly fell from the sky; the dragon drifting down in a wide, loose, helix. Its not like he had the energy to do anything else... he was practically avoiding landing as if the impact itself would shatter him.
It would have been easier, he thought, if she had just let him go. After all, he was growing ever lucid with every swing of his dragon's wings. Apparently the desire to jump someone's bones was overridden by genuine concern for livelihood, but here Nephele's hand was reaching out for him and he couldn't help but open his own and meet hers. Criss crossing fingers with her he pulled the back of her hand to his face for a nuzzle as he contemplated his decision. Would she understand? Probably not, she never did despite all of his best efforts, and especially not now when she was left so needy, but there were greater forces at work here. He ended the caress with a kiss to her knuckles and a whisper of, "I'm sorry," before regretfully dropping her hand.
K'sel knew when he wasn't supposed to be somewhere, and this was one of those times. Pettahth had by now landed, and was moaning in the back of his head lines of dejection and pain that beat softly against his temples like a dog's heavy panting. The rider knew who he had to attend to despite how tempting it would be to oblige the greenrider, "I have to go..." simple words because no elaborate explanation would make his reasoning any more apparent. Turning away he knew he was returning to another long streak of lone drifting and dragging his feet over hot sand, but he supposed that was a good detox for the events of the day. It probably read as nothing more than being selfish as usual for the rider, but with a quick glance over his shoulder he was reminded again that it would have burned him much more to have tried to share anyway.
It would have been easier, he thought, if she had just let him go. After all, he was growing ever lucid with every swing of his dragon's wings. Apparently the desire to jump someone's bones was overridden by genuine concern for livelihood, but here Nephele's hand was reaching out for him and he couldn't help but open his own and meet hers. Criss crossing fingers with her he pulled the back of her hand to his face for a nuzzle as he contemplated his decision. Would she understand? Probably not, she never did despite all of his best efforts, and especially not now when she was left so needy, but there were greater forces at work here. He ended the caress with a kiss to her knuckles and a whisper of, "I'm sorry," before regretfully dropping her hand.
K'sel knew when he wasn't supposed to be somewhere, and this was one of those times. Pettahth had by now landed, and was moaning in the back of his head lines of dejection and pain that beat softly against his temples like a dog's heavy panting. The rider knew who he had to attend to despite how tempting it would be to oblige the greenrider, "I have to go..." simple words because no elaborate explanation would make his reasoning any more apparent. Turning away he knew he was returning to another long streak of lone drifting and dragging his feet over hot sand, but he supposed that was a good detox for the events of the day. It probably read as nothing more than being selfish as usual for the rider, but with a quick glance over his shoulder he was reminded again that it would have burned him much more to have tried to share anyway.