Post by rii on Aug 21, 2009 21:36:52 GMT -5
Although his arms were freed, F'lix refrained from touching the other man. He wanted to run his fingers along one of the scars on F'ur's chest, but he would also want to know what caused it. Too personal. And the way F'ur went still alarmed F'lix. It was hard not to notice the frown as well, being as close as they were, and F'lix sank back faintly wondering about the sudden change. The follow-up of a searching look knitted F'lix brows together in poorly veiled confusion.
The partial kiss (and to F'lix biting counted as such) caught the younger by surprise. Considering the situation, F'lix never expected to brush lips together--that seemed an act reserved for intimacy; or rather, between people who actually gave a croon about each other. So, in a way, it bothered F'lix. He began to glare but it vanished when F'ur began to.. leave? Blink. Golden eyes showed his inner confusion about the shift of mood.
Before he could stop himself F'lix had reached out to touch F'ur's calf. "Wha--"
Instantly he snapped his hand back and pressed his lips together. He had been about to ask what he had done wrong--why that even mattered evaded F'lix understanding. It was just a game afterall, F'ur had just been playing with him. Sharding Fortian. To what purpose? Stupid. Manipulative. What a waste of time. Now F'lix was never going to get back to sleep. How foolish, F'lix scolded himself, to let that man get to him.
Come get me.
Annoyed beyond reason, F'lix stood to his feet and stalked over to his abandoned gear. He looped the belt over his shoulder and picked up the rest, not planning to get dressed. He wanted away from the scene as soon as possible. Wanted nothing to do with F'ur. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. F'lix impatiently raised his face to the sky to watch for his blue. When the gray-blue did come he landed with a heavy thump due to the large tawny object he carried in his front claws. A feline?
F'lix arched a brow at his ever amused dragon. Saboth took pleasure in hunting felines since their first days of scouting the south. "You should be more careful." Said the pot to the kettle. That sounds familiar. F'lix stilled at his dragon's side, resisting the urge to look back and say anything to F'ur--the man had probably left already anyway. Hn. F'lix scowled, climbed onto Saboth's back and they took to the air..
The partial kiss (and to F'lix biting counted as such) caught the younger by surprise. Considering the situation, F'lix never expected to brush lips together--that seemed an act reserved for intimacy; or rather, between people who actually gave a croon about each other. So, in a way, it bothered F'lix. He began to glare but it vanished when F'ur began to.. leave? Blink. Golden eyes showed his inner confusion about the shift of mood.
Before he could stop himself F'lix had reached out to touch F'ur's calf. "Wha--"
Instantly he snapped his hand back and pressed his lips together. He had been about to ask what he had done wrong--why that even mattered evaded F'lix understanding. It was just a game afterall, F'ur had just been playing with him. Sharding Fortian. To what purpose? Stupid. Manipulative. What a waste of time. Now F'lix was never going to get back to sleep. How foolish, F'lix scolded himself, to let that man get to him.
Come get me.
Annoyed beyond reason, F'lix stood to his feet and stalked over to his abandoned gear. He looped the belt over his shoulder and picked up the rest, not planning to get dressed. He wanted away from the scene as soon as possible. Wanted nothing to do with F'ur. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. F'lix impatiently raised his face to the sky to watch for his blue. When the gray-blue did come he landed with a heavy thump due to the large tawny object he carried in his front claws. A feline?
F'lix arched a brow at his ever amused dragon. Saboth took pleasure in hunting felines since their first days of scouting the south. "You should be more careful." Said the pot to the kettle. That sounds familiar. F'lix stilled at his dragon's side, resisting the urge to look back and say anything to F'ur--the man had probably left already anyway. Hn. F'lix scowled, climbed onto Saboth's back and they took to the air..