Avu
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Post by Avu on Dec 30, 2011 15:02:52 GMT -5
I hope you know that one Drudge was flirting with you because of me, Sparath informed him. The bronze was curled like a snake around a large rock, his hide gleaming faintly with the steam from the pools, eyes slitted in playful blues. How would you get laid if I didn’t sparkle like a pretty little runaway fantasy in the sunlight, hmm? You can’t aaalways get the pretty ones by being tall dark and dorky Minething. Aren’t you hurt people are sooo shallow? What if she only wants you for your—
“We,” Ce’thian announced, loudly, “Are going to stop that train of thought right about there, Sparath. Wow, I hope you don’t talk like in polite company.” The bronzerider wasn’t actually in the hot springs; instead he was fully dressed and perched lopsidedly on top of a rock across the pool from Sparath, long legs drawn up into an awkward, folded position, a ragged book tucked against one knee and held in place by his other foot. He looked up at Sparath, who rumbled in amusement, fluttering one wing coyly. “You’re like a particularly egotistical, lewd two year old that lives in my head. I may have to muzzle you or something. It’s truly a pity you only use your mouth to inhale food.”
Contrary to the actual words, the statement came out more amused than accusative or angry. Getting upset over Sparath just wasn’t worth it. The bronze practically lived off of aggravation; any kind of acknowledgment at all was photosynthesized into fuel or something. Ce’thian was pretty sure Sparath had Impressed to him because anybody less laid back would have literally exploded of stress by now. It was a theory he’d run by Sparath before, and Sparath sure hadn’t disagreed.
“Maybe I’ll ask Kaegan to get Millieth to order you mute. I think Millieth might enjoy that.”
Another pointedly loud rumble, Oh Minething, as if the goldilocks has anything remotely like a sense of /humor/…it’d be purely out of viciousness and then she’d never unmute me and you’d miss me terribly. Really shouldn’t it be a law that the resident goldie should have a sense of humor? Ever so boring without one don’t you find, such a very dull existence…no wonder they’re always grumpy when they Rise, just can’t cope with the idea of having fun for a change—oh hello, eyes to the sky Minething, we’ve company~
The bronze raised lidded eyes to Ruskeath, rumbling a deviously playful Well hello, look what the cold dragged in…sun just doesn’t cut it anymore does it. Hope your humanthing’s more exciting than mine is, unless he’s fond of philosophy and fake stories about all sorts of monsters, then I expect they’ll get along splendidly…
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Post by Rowana on Jan 3, 2012 16:58:49 GMT -5
Fair skies, Sparath, Ruskeath's voice chuckled lightly. Sparath was the one of the most talkative dragons he knew. He circled closer playfully considering his options. The hot spring was such a lovely place. Well it is hard to argue that this spring is quite warm. Water that warms itself, truly amazing! G'tor was frowning to himself, noting Ruskeath's course. Rusk, he said slowly. Don't do anything silly. Silly? Was I being silly? Well, it looked like you were... With a whoop, Ruskeath dove into the hot spring, generously scattering water drops in all directions.
G'tor, who had only been dressed in light pants and shirt anyway, came up with a splutter. He laughed heartily as he recovered his balance. "Going to do that," he finished, pushing his wet hair out of his face. He waved with a small grin. "Hello there, Ce'thian." Never fear, Ruskeath told Sparath, blowing bubbles with his nose. If they prove too boring, we can always make our own fun. He waved his tail towards Ce'thian suggestively.
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Jan 14, 2012 19:41:31 GMT -5
Ruskeath was certainly friendly, in a naïve playful sort of way. Sparath fluttered one wing coyly at the brown, dipping his head in mock coquetry. Company was always welcome of course…the same way things like hot springs were always welcome; nice but unnecessary, regardless of the specifics. Even the really grumpy ones were nice sometimes. The brown’s loud bugle and then his plunge into the hot springs had Sparath’s eyes going amusedly green-blue, and he tilted his head to Ce’thian to register the bewildered, blank amusement from His with a playfully broadcasted purr, Betcha between two of us we can make a bigger splash than that…
“Don’t talk to me,” Ce’thian answered, perplexed as he waved at G’tor, uncomprehending of the man’s first sentence fragment, although at least he had the presence of mind not to point out that it was grammatically incorrect to talk like that. “Hi,” he added helpfully, to G’tor’s greeting, and flashed the other man a bemused grin. Turned to indicate Ruskeath—probably to ask if his dragon always did things like that—just in time to catch the sneaky little tail flick; his eyes immediately went wide, eyebrows arching towards his hairline in immediate understanding, and he held up the book like it was a shield. “If you get my baby wet she will die and I will hold you responsible forever,” he told Ruskeath.
Parenthetically, Sparath hummed idly, to Ruskeath, Minething is quite fond of his stapled together paper and ink…doesn’t listen to me when I tell him how awfully sad it is, you know how humans can be all stubborn… He curled his tail closer around his rock, and then slipped his body away from it to wallow deeper into the pool, eyeing G’tor with idle curiosity. Your humanthing seems nicely lacking in all paper babies and other little human things though…he’s quite happy about being dunked. Is that normal for him or is today special?
Ce’thian shot Sparath a decidedly owlish look, and then G’tor, eyebrows slowly easing back into relaxation. He tucked his book firmly against his knee, and then offered with only a little bit of overt glee at his own pun, “Nice of you to drop in…” because with Sparath it was impossible not to find lame jokes like that funny, he acknowledged that it was lame and moved right on past it, “What brings you out this far to start with?”
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Post by Rowana on Jan 31, 2012 20:15:35 GMT -5
Ruskeath's tail drooped back down into the water sadly. If Ce'thian was going to be that upset about it, then getting him wet wouldn't be very fun. What was the point of the papery thing anyway? Oh well, at least he had Sparath to amuse him. I think if we both dove, it would cease to be a pool any longer, he chuckled warmly. He relaxed in the water, letting it settle nicely over his hide. Yours does seem to like them, he agreed, eying Ce'thian curiously. Mine does like water a lot, he added fondly. He also likes fishing, but that is more boring.
G'tor swam lazily over towards Ce'thian's rock and sat part way out of the water so he could talk better. He chuckled lightly. "Don't worry," he assured the other man. "Rusk won't ruin your book." At least, he was fairly sure he wouldn't. Ruskeath was a lot of things, but the brown didn't like upsetting people. G'tor shook water out of his hair. "Oh, no real reason," he admitted. "It just seemed like a nice place to relax. What about you? Seems a risky place to read a book."
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Jan 31, 2012 22:15:22 GMT -5
You tempt the scientist in me, Sparath purred, teasing again as he coiled and uncoiled in the water, watching the ripples of his sinuous motions, You know…not supposed to claim anything until you’ve tried it once or twice, give it a few trials for error and slap it together in a book to make it all official… Not that Sparath was really stupid enough to risk breaking his neck diving into a pool as shallow as this, especially not with the added danger of tangling himself up with Ruskeath in the same go. Which, whatever. It was the hypothetical that was interesting, anyway.
A half-interested hum at the brown’s explanation, Sparath shooting a glance at G’tor. Liking water wasn’t synonymous to approving of being spontaneously tossed into it, of course, but who was he to argue. I think you could make it interesting if you tried… he answered in wicked playfulness, flaring his wings abruptly to flick water at G’tor, slanted at a deliberate angle to gleam in the sunlight. Don’t they fish for the human-eating monster fish too…could be bait, you know. How’s he like taking chances?
As a private aside to Ce’thian, he added, Oh Minething do be more interesting…you hurt his feelings with your Neanderthal straightforwardness.
Ce’thian threw a half-concerned glance at Ruskeath, just in case it was actually true, eyebrows knitting together briefly before he decided Sparath was probably exaggerating, or just screwing with him for fun (which wasn’t exactly atypical anyway), and turned back to quirk a lopsided smile at G’tor, shrugging. “Sparath has a secret love affair with the hot springs, so I indulge him. Also, if I’m not here for him to talk at, he’d probably end up talking to trees or something; he’s sort of aggravatingly gregarious even when he’s alone. And I’m part lizard, I like the sun.” The lighting was better for reading than glows, anyway, but that was such a mundane reason that even Ce’thian didn’t want to bring it up.
Sparath would also probably die of acute humiliation if he did.
“I won’t disturb you if you wanted to swim,” he added, with a vague gesture at the pool. “Sparath won’t either, now that he’s got Ruskeath to ramble at.” Well, debatably. Sparath did get bored of people and dragons very quickly, tended to think of them as disposable with respect to his entertainment. Not that Ruskeath wasn’t suitably entertaining, if the bronze’s current distraction was anything to go by, but they’d see. “His penchant for inconsequential rambling is contagious, in fair warning. To me, at least.”
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Post by Rowana on Feb 6, 2012 21:18:44 GMT -5
Ruskeath gave a deep chuckle. He was enjoying the image of G'tor trying to fish for something large enough to eat him. Not that he would ever want him to be in danger, but it was an amusing picture. Not usually, he answered after a pause. Somehow I do not believe he would enjoy such a risk. He enjoyed the feel of warmth for a moment. This warm water is truly wondrous, he said after a while. A pity Yours is not enjoying it. Are those paper things so useful?
G'tor mirrored Ruskeath's laugh with one of his own. "Part lizard, eh?" he eyed the other man with mock severity. "You hide your scales quite well, I must say." He did a few lazy circles near Ce'thian before stopping to tread water. He waved aside the other man's concern. "If I wanted exercise, I would swim in the river. Besides, I have such good company! So what are you reading?"
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Feb 18, 2012 19:22:14 GMT -5
A pity, a pity, purred in a woefully drawled murmur as Sparath slanted a lazy glance from Rusketh to G’tor and then back again, It would be such a lovely spectacle…and oh yes Minething is quite convinced of their importance, all papery bits and glue. They taste awful, the bronze added on a conspiratorial hum to Ruskeath, Sparath’s head tilted secretively as his eyes flashed dulcet blues. He dropped his ‘voice’ further into a low rumbling lyrical croon, Whole new worlds and lives you know, so many strange humans with strange ideas and isn’t it so fascinating Minething says, like a million dancing puppets putting on a show…
Not that Ce’thian had actually ever said anything along those lines; his affection for books was not quite so crass. Did that stop Sparath? Not in the least. The bronze stretched, rumbling a yawn, and flashed a curious glint of teeth at Ruskeath. What, your humanthing doesn’t read? Thought all the smart people did, Minething’s ever so disgruntled about the library being all locked up, so many whispers behind dusty old covers…and anyway the worst a monster can do is kill you, if you wither away in boredom it’s so much worse. Your humanthing should borrow some books from Minething, perhaps if he takes the whole stack Minething won’t be able to read so much.
“I can hear Sparath plotting,” Ce’thian commented, disgruntled and probably apropos of nothing from G’tor’s point of view, but he flashed the other man a wry grin anyway. “I wear clothes for a reason, people’d be screaming if I took off my shirt. Lizard chest is truly a terrible affliction.” His smile turned embarrassed at G’tor’s question, and he flipped the book over to display the cover to the other man, “Les Miserables, heard of it? Incredibly depressing, but it’s a good book anyway. I found it stagnating at the bottom of my trunk the other day, apparently I’d never gotten around to it before.”
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