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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 11:52 am
R'an blushed, "Um....sure." It was easy to tell he was distracted by Sh'en's movements. Even though the boy was younger, R'an was definitely interested in him and he scratched behind his ear nervously. "This is an awfully public place though, and we'd have to go back to my room for sketchbook." "Do you think we can leave those two," He pointed to the two flying above them," alone for that long?" Syriacuth kept his eyes on Kalteth, watching her loop and fly circles around him. Crooning at her with happiness, he followed after her 'How could anyone not like you? Youre one my best friends.' He answered her, flapping his wings to catch up with her and keep even, it wasn't a flight so there was no need to push himself very hard to stay even with her. 'It is the best thing about being up here, except being up here with you.'
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 6:13 pm
Kalteth trilled with delight. She liked to be liked! she said, joyfully, “To your room?” Sh'en asked slyly, raising an eyebrow. He was having more fun than he probably should, but... who cared? Fun was fun. “Why not? They're grown dragons.” he said flippantly, looking up at them. They looked beautiful dancing in the sky – they really were born to it. He gently took the older boy's hand, “So, lets get your sketchbook, shall we?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 6:25 pm
He raised an eyebrow, "Well if you want to. As long as you're comfortable." He said with a slight blush. He glanced up at the sky at their dragons. "You're right, they're adults, they don't need us to watch them." Though he had a suspicion that Syriacuth might follow them eventually. He didn't like to leave R'an alone for long. He gave the hand holding his a squeeze. "let's go." He agreed softly. Syriacuth eyed their riders but stayed airborne, r'an needed some human time and he wasn't ready to leave the sky or Kalteth yet. He crooned at the green as he flew around her once again.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 8:09 pm
Rashel Kitsune I dont know what to do with Diedre and whatsisname... So many tags, Rashel, so many. And uh, what do i do now XP Kalteth was perfectly happy to lose sight of her Shenny. He was always there in her mind, their thoughts intertwined and exchanging faster than they could even finish. If Syria went, she'd follow, but she and Sh'en were close even when they were far. She warbled a dragonic laugh and did a complicated maneuver in the sky, daring him to match her. “I am.” said Sh'en, and he was. He may not be ready for the whole package, as it were, but he trusted R'an enough to know that he was safe, and so, he was comfortable. In fact, he was perfectly fine with posing for the older rider alone in a room, flirting, and being generally playful and touchy and... such. Good beginning things. Good things. Hey, maybe I'll pose nude. That's totally appropriate. he thought with a smile, getting a mental, laugh from Kalteth, who thought it an amazingly funny idea. He looked at R'an, “Lead the way”
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 8:22 pm
DraconicFeline we could go on for sh'en and R'an and take it to pms if it gets too steamy? If you want to take it that far of course, no pressure at all. And for Mika we could just stop if you're stuck. I'm alittle stuck too R'an grinned and lead Sh'en towards his room, once Syriacuth had gotten as big as he would, R'an got his own room thankfully. It was simply attired with a functional bed, nightstand and carpet, a table with two chairs in case he had guests and of course the sand where Syriacuth slept. Though there seemed an excess of glows in the room so that R'an could see for his drawings which were posted around the room. There were pictures of the other riders in their clutch, other dragons, many of Syriacuth and even a few of Sh'en and Kalteth. R'an went to his nightstand and tugged out his sketchbook, flipping to a new page. "So what are you going to inspire me with?" He teased as he pulled out his pencil, getting ready to draw. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable."
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 7:46 am
Rashel Kitsune Then we can just finish the mi'ca one and figure out some other way to get Didi some rp... And, uh... XD Yes. Good plan. I'm expecting more steam from the Flight one, though. Sh'en admired the room lazily as he was led in. It was a nice room – Sh'en himself had to share his and Kalteth's weyr with two others. Not that either minded: they were wingmates and not bad folks besides. Still, this was nicer. “I had my suspicions, but you've definitely gotten better.” said Sh'en, impressed, as he took a moment to examine the sketches. A few he recognized. A few he'd even posed for. Some, he didn't, and he amused himself trying to place them. He turned to R'an. Well. What was he going to inspire him with, then? He took off his riding jacket and began to unbutton his shirt further, until it was open and revealing the corded, healthy muscles of his body. He sat on the floor, posing in a natural resting pose, his head turned up at the ceiling, his flexible back arched. “We can start with this.” he said sweetly, “And see where it goes.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 3:00 pm
DraconicFeline I'm expecting some too lol "What do you mean? I've always been good." He said with a chuckle as he sat the bed, his head was down at first so he didn't see Sh'en disrobe but when he looked up, his mouth went a little bit dry. 'Shells....' He heard somewhere in his head, the approval of Syriacuth as he flew with Kalteth somewhere in the air above them. Atleast his dragon thought Sh'en was good for him. "Well uh... t-that works." He said as he bit his lip and realized he was going to have to stare at Sh'en for a long amount of time to get that detail in... He hoped that his blush would eventually go away, despite it painting his cheeks at the moment. "Just uh... Hold still." He said, his voice a bit husky as he began to draw, looking up and down between Sh'en and the paper several times.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 3:58 pm
“Of course I can stay still” teased Sh'en, giving him a sidelong, sly glance. “I can stay very still. And more besides” - He'd seen that blush. Admittedly, it was not as easy a pose to hold as it had looked, but Sh'en was enjoying himself as the charcoal – and R'an's intense and clear eyes – sketched his form. He loved to be admired – attention sat highly among his favorite things. But so did fidgeting, and it took a lot of control not to move, not even a little. It became a matter of pride to not scratch that itch, or fiddle with his hair. But he couldn't help talking. “On a scale from one to 10.” he said conversationally, playfully, “How inspired are you now?” he asked, managing not to move too much, though he glanced at R'an behind half-lidded eyes. ~~~ In the sky above, Kalteth was blissfully silent, only the sound of the wind in her ears as she looped and dived and played with her friend in the sky. A few stray thoughts filtered through her bond, and she caught one and, without bothering to consult her rider, she decided to ask it. she said, drawing up just above him, she pulled away before Syriacuth's next wingbeat, expertly drawing up to him, level and on his side, ~~~ Sh'en thought at her, getting only a puzzled laugh in return. He grimaced at the private thought turned question, forcing his face back into the angelic serenity he'd been trying for... the blush still remained, though, rosy on his round cheeks...
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 4:26 pm
R'an let out a soft sigh as he looked between the paper and Sh'en he couldn't help after a few moments smiling and pausing in his sketch. "If you're getting tired or stiff you can relax for a few minutes." He offered with a chuckle when he noticed that Sh'en looked alittle...frustrated. R'an was sure he had never seen Sh'en hold so still. He went back to sketching getting the basic outline down and going into detail, looking at Sh'en for longer amounts of time. At the question of how inspired he was, he blushed but smiles as well. "Pretty inspired. Maybe a 6 or a 7." He commented. He was about to say something else when Syriacuth's voice slipped into his head. ' What does it mean to "be with someone" ?' R'an paused in his sketching. 'It can mean a few things. Why?' 'Kalteth says her rider is wondering if you've ever been with someone.' Syriacuth said simply, despite the fact that he just choked in his spit at the question. He had to take a moment not to choke to death and he patted his chest. "Sorry." He said to Sh'en, sure he looked crazy when he choked out of nowhere. "Syriacuth surprised me with a...strange question." -- Syriacuth continued to fly alongside Kalteth, letting the strong wind help him stay in the air. ' Mine seems to think that was a strange question. But he didn't say if he has or not.' He told the green beside him. 'Nor did he say what it meant.' He gave a Dragon shrug.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:10 pm
“Oh dear...” murmured Sh'en, with mock dismay, trying not to move – though his muscles longed to stretch - “*only* a six or seven?” he gasped theatrically, “I shall have to make my next pose more interesting, then...” he trailed off, looking over in some alarm as R'an began to choke. “R'an? Are you all right?” he said, moving stiff muscles to come to the bluerider's aid, his facade – for the moment – put aside. He put a hand on R'ans back, ready to do the age old 'percussion' treatment for choking when the choking subsided. “What was that?” Sh'en asked. The answer made him laugh, a little nervously, and the seriousness faded away. “Oh. That.” he said, as if it was nothing, “Kalteth mentioned...” he said, looking at the sketch, very aware that he was shirtless and behind the artist. “Wow.” he whistled, hoping the subject of R'an's... prior experience.. would be put aside until later, “Are you sure it's only a six or seven?” he asked, raising an amused eyebrow, “Because it's very good.” ~~~ Kalteth blinked. she commented, perplexed, she said. And, with a whoop, she folded her wings and dived, she called out, her eyes whirling a brilliant, joyous blue.
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