Post by Ruby on Aug 30, 2011 20:28:14 GMT -5
Oho,[/i] Arhenaiyth drawled, without even a touch of anything besides dry, sarcastic humor. Your silence is ever so telling, dear sister,[/i] he added, swimming right along behind her to the beach. Shall I chew off my own leg? Will it make you like me better? I doubt it would be pretty at first, but once the ichor was cleaned and it healed...[/i] Arhenaiyth certainly wasn't the sort of dragon to do anything a female asked, typically, but the absolute dryness of his mental voice left the level of his seriousness in doubt. Was he really suggesting that he would chew his own leg off?
"Is that so," T'ri murmured, leaning in even closer. She might be trying to look away, but the Blueweyrling's hazely eyes bored into her with the kind of smoulder that seemed to require her to meet his gaze. The fact that he'd leaned all the way in front of her now so her eyes were level with his again certainly didn't help. She wouldn't be looking directly into his face - had to tilt the head to keep the nose out of the way when you were that close to someone - but looking at some part of him would be unavoidable. His mouth hovered a hair's breadth from hers, lips parted as if in expectation, but the hand that had tucked her flyaway behind her ear had traveled down to her neck, where he'd buried a hand in her hair, not anywhere near enough to hurt but enough to keep her head in place. She wouldn't be able to complete the promised kiss without pulling her own hair, not even if she wanted to.
The tension mounted, and their lips finally brushed when T'ri whispered a single word: "No." Letting her head go, he pulled back and hopped to his feet, dusting off his pants with a very mysterious smile on his face. "Good to see you, Roselle," he practically purred, "Hopefully I'll catch you later. Me and Henny have somewhere to be. Henny, time to go." We have somewhere to be? We do indeed: not here. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and dear Roselle could benefit from a little fondness.[/i]
"Is that so," T'ri murmured, leaning in even closer. She might be trying to look away, but the Blueweyrling's hazely eyes bored into her with the kind of smoulder that seemed to require her to meet his gaze. The fact that he'd leaned all the way in front of her now so her eyes were level with his again certainly didn't help. She wouldn't be looking directly into his face - had to tilt the head to keep the nose out of the way when you were that close to someone - but looking at some part of him would be unavoidable. His mouth hovered a hair's breadth from hers, lips parted as if in expectation, but the hand that had tucked her flyaway behind her ear had traveled down to her neck, where he'd buried a hand in her hair, not anywhere near enough to hurt but enough to keep her head in place. She wouldn't be able to complete the promised kiss without pulling her own hair, not even if she wanted to.
The tension mounted, and their lips finally brushed when T'ri whispered a single word: "No." Letting her head go, he pulled back and hopped to his feet, dusting off his pants with a very mysterious smile on his face. "Good to see you, Roselle," he practically purred, "Hopefully I'll catch you later. Me and Henny have somewhere to be. Henny, time to go." We have somewhere to be? We do indeed: not here. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and dear Roselle could benefit from a little fondness.[/i]
