~Thinking~
He had thought it would be harder to leave his home than it had been. After gathering a few things and grabbing his flute he stuffed them in a duffel back and soon they were heading to Carys's place. This...was going a bit fast, he concluded his mind feeling as if it were spinning. And all of this was prompted by his brothers appearance during their fourth date that evening. He desire to be as far away from Ura as possible mixed with his strange need to be with Carys was confusing.
When Carys was at work he had time to thing about it, feeling strangely out of place in the half dragon's home as well starting to get homesick. He couldn't avoid Ura forever, and thus far his brother hadn't made an attempt to visit him while he had been at Carys. Maybe he really did fear dragons more than he thought.
Chewing on his lower lip while he thought on it, that unsettling fact still loomed in the back of his mind, Carys was part dragon. His races natural enemy and predator, it was hard to move past a fear that was so ingrained in you since birth. When he thought about it too much he felt the anxiety threaten to overwhelm him, the simple idea of meeting Carys parents was enough for him to make excuses. Sure he could handle his human mother...but...he couldn't say as much about his full dragon father.
He knew he was being irrational, and perhaps there was a part of him that was actually excited about the idea of being in danger. He had led such an uneventful life before meeting Carys...and the way he felt about him didn't measure up to anything he had experienced before hand. Sometimes he thought his heart would explode just when Carys would smile at him.
Getting up he settled on making himself useful he was sorely tempted to dust and vacuum, but too scared that he may accidentally break something and thus he moved into the kitchen. He ...really like making Carys happy. That much he had been able to agree with. As he strapped his 'kiss the cook' apron on and rolled up his sleeves he went about gathering ingredients to make gingersnap cookies. A bit out of season...but who said you could only have gingersnaps at Christmas?
The clang of pot ware and cupboards opening filled the area, as well the scrap of a chair being dragged to the counter so he could reach everything. Perhaps that was why he felt so out of place...everything here was big. Meant for someone who was tall, which Paro was not. He had a lot of time to think, ponder and analyze his current relationship with Carys. It...had advanced a bit faster than he had liked, not that he would want to redo anything.
His face blushed recalling the outcome of his third date with Carys and how wine had definitely been the relationship advancer that evening. He made a mental note to himself that neither could ...handle alcohol regardless of how little they consumed. Still...that night has opened his eyes to a lot of firsts, first dance (with someone), first time being intimate with someone. Even if he had to convince himself that he was a hapless maiden being 'ravaged' by the dragon. It had made the experience seem...light hearted and ...much more enjoyable.
He had never really thought role play could or would help satisfy a relationship sexually, then again he had never really thought about sex before that night. He was still very naïve about the world in some senses, and though he would never admit to his brother that Carys had been his first he had a sneaky feeling Ura had already come to that conclusion.
Wiping the flour off onto his apron he reached for the sugar. There was..a lot about his own race he needed to desperately explain to Carys. Before it got to a point where...it would hurt too much. Fae tended to be nomads...they always wandered discontent to stay fixed to one place too long. They bonded for life; reproducing offspring at an alarming rate...
His face turned beat read thinking on it, and they weren't the best parents....tending to get too antsy to look after a child for long and leaving them in the care of someone else. How many countless brothers and sisters did he have but never knew? He only had Ura and that was because Ura had taken care of him since birth.
His stirring paused, he had never had the feeling of a desperate need to leave, content to stay here and live his life, but what if the traveling bug did catch him? He couldn't bare the thought of wrenching himself away from Carys...but he couldn't or rather wouldn't dare ask him to uproot his own life to satisfy a traveling itch. Ura...now that Paro was fully grown would vanish for months at a times, always coming back to check up on him only to leave again just as suddenly as he had appeared....he had a feeling Ura would be staying longer this time...to make sure that Carys hadn't eaten him literally.
Licking his lips he began to spoon chunks of the dough and roll them between his hands before then rolling them in sugar. His movements seemed much slower now...as all these thoughts weighed down his mood. He should be happy and he was when Carys was around he was, but alone..he had too much time to think...to many things he knew he needed to bring up with Carys. He would have to take it one step at a time and try not to let it overwhelm him. He let his mind wander...
Bonding.....
Thuk. The first rolled piece of dough smacked onto the cookie tray with a wet sound. He tried NOT to think on it. Bonding was...tricky and meant to be a forever thing. Kinda like marriage but was a binding of souls....
Thuk.
Paro licked a bit of sugar off his fingers oddly comforted by the sweet taste. Though sugar had always helped calm him down. All these irrational thoughts rushing to his mind..he had a horrible habit of worrying about things...then that may not ever come to pass, things that were certainly too far ahead in the future to be worrying about now.
Cross that bridge when you get there..
The saying didn't ease the sudden sweat on his forehead. He knew he would have to come to terms with it, heck he was sure if he wanted he wouldn't have to bond with Carys. He could remain with Carys without the looming presence of magic keeping them together. The only reason fae did it was because how...flaky they were. They could never stay in one place long enough to develop such trusting and deep relationships...and thus they would pick someone they like, by appearance or maybe some chance meetings... both parties were always in agreement to make the bonding work. And then suddenly that person was all they cared about, and they could not be serperated.
He wasn't sure if he could...do that to Carys. Make something so perminant that if the half dragon changed his mind down the line he couldn't leave. Besides...maybe it couldn't work with people outside his species. Maybe he was just worrying for nothing.
Thuk. Scrape...Thuk.
Ug...he hated being alone, alone to be forced to think of his relationship with Carys in such an analyzing manner. But he knew as soon as he came home from work he would want a kiss...he already wondered if he had started to bond to him already...
Could that happen? A one sided bond? He frowned rolling the ball of dough a bit too much and having to recoat it in sugar. His species never ....'dated' or copulated outside their own so this...was probably a new experience and he wasn't going to find many answers. Swallowing he dropped the rolled dough onto the cookie sheet.
Thuk.
No sense in worrying...he concluded...if...that happened there wasn't much he could do about it. It was just apart of what he was. Though he would make a note to mention it to Carys at dinner....to see what he thought, and warn him that it may happen.
He had thought it would be harder to leave his home than it had been. After gathering a few things and grabbing his flute he stuffed them in a duffel back and soon they were heading to Carys's place. This...was going a bit fast, he concluded his mind feeling as if it were spinning. And all of this was prompted by his brothers appearance during their fourth date that evening. He desire to be as far away from Ura as possible mixed with his strange need to be with Carys was confusing.
When Carys was at work he had time to thing about it, feeling strangely out of place in the half dragon's home as well starting to get homesick. He couldn't avoid Ura forever, and thus far his brother hadn't made an attempt to visit him while he had been at Carys. Maybe he really did fear dragons more than he thought.
Chewing on his lower lip while he thought on it, that unsettling fact still loomed in the back of his mind, Carys was part dragon. His races natural enemy and predator, it was hard to move past a fear that was so ingrained in you since birth. When he thought about it too much he felt the anxiety threaten to overwhelm him, the simple idea of meeting Carys parents was enough for him to make excuses. Sure he could handle his human mother...but...he couldn't say as much about his full dragon father.
He knew he was being irrational, and perhaps there was a part of him that was actually excited about the idea of being in danger. He had led such an uneventful life before meeting Carys...and the way he felt about him didn't measure up to anything he had experienced before hand. Sometimes he thought his heart would explode just when Carys would smile at him.
Getting up he settled on making himself useful he was sorely tempted to dust and vacuum, but too scared that he may accidentally break something and thus he moved into the kitchen. He ...really like making Carys happy. That much he had been able to agree with. As he strapped his 'kiss the cook' apron on and rolled up his sleeves he went about gathering ingredients to make gingersnap cookies. A bit out of season...but who said you could only have gingersnaps at Christmas?
The clang of pot ware and cupboards opening filled the area, as well the scrap of a chair being dragged to the counter so he could reach everything. Perhaps that was why he felt so out of place...everything here was big. Meant for someone who was tall, which Paro was not. He had a lot of time to think, ponder and analyze his current relationship with Carys. It...had advanced a bit faster than he had liked, not that he would want to redo anything.
His face blushed recalling the outcome of his third date with Carys and how wine had definitely been the relationship advancer that evening. He made a mental note to himself that neither could ...handle alcohol regardless of how little they consumed. Still...that night has opened his eyes to a lot of firsts, first dance (with someone), first time being intimate with someone. Even if he had to convince himself that he was a hapless maiden being 'ravaged' by the dragon. It had made the experience seem...light hearted and ...much more enjoyable.
He had never really thought role play could or would help satisfy a relationship sexually, then again he had never really thought about sex before that night. He was still very naïve about the world in some senses, and though he would never admit to his brother that Carys had been his first he had a sneaky feeling Ura had already come to that conclusion.
Wiping the flour off onto his apron he reached for the sugar. There was..a lot about his own race he needed to desperately explain to Carys. Before it got to a point where...it would hurt too much. Fae tended to be nomads...they always wandered discontent to stay fixed to one place too long. They bonded for life; reproducing offspring at an alarming rate...
His face turned beat read thinking on it, and they weren't the best parents....tending to get too antsy to look after a child for long and leaving them in the care of someone else. How many countless brothers and sisters did he have but never knew? He only had Ura and that was because Ura had taken care of him since birth.
His stirring paused, he had never had the feeling of a desperate need to leave, content to stay here and live his life, but what if the traveling bug did catch him? He couldn't bare the thought of wrenching himself away from Carys...but he couldn't or rather wouldn't dare ask him to uproot his own life to satisfy a traveling itch. Ura...now that Paro was fully grown would vanish for months at a times, always coming back to check up on him only to leave again just as suddenly as he had appeared....he had a feeling Ura would be staying longer this time...to make sure that Carys hadn't eaten him literally.
Licking his lips he began to spoon chunks of the dough and roll them between his hands before then rolling them in sugar. His movements seemed much slower now...as all these thoughts weighed down his mood. He should be happy and he was when Carys was around he was, but alone..he had too much time to think...to many things he knew he needed to bring up with Carys. He would have to take it one step at a time and try not to let it overwhelm him. He let his mind wander...
Bonding.....
Thuk. The first rolled piece of dough smacked onto the cookie tray with a wet sound. He tried NOT to think on it. Bonding was...tricky and meant to be a forever thing. Kinda like marriage but was a binding of souls....
Thuk.
Paro licked a bit of sugar off his fingers oddly comforted by the sweet taste. Though sugar had always helped calm him down. All these irrational thoughts rushing to his mind..he had a horrible habit of worrying about things...then that may not ever come to pass, things that were certainly too far ahead in the future to be worrying about now.
Cross that bridge when you get there..
The saying didn't ease the sudden sweat on his forehead. He knew he would have to come to terms with it, heck he was sure if he wanted he wouldn't have to bond with Carys. He could remain with Carys without the looming presence of magic keeping them together. The only reason fae did it was because how...flaky they were. They could never stay in one place long enough to develop such trusting and deep relationships...and thus they would pick someone they like, by appearance or maybe some chance meetings... both parties were always in agreement to make the bonding work. And then suddenly that person was all they cared about, and they could not be serperated.
He wasn't sure if he could...do that to Carys. Make something so perminant that if the half dragon changed his mind down the line he couldn't leave. Besides...maybe it couldn't work with people outside his species. Maybe he was just worrying for nothing.
Thuk. Scrape...Thuk.
Ug...he hated being alone, alone to be forced to think of his relationship with Carys in such an analyzing manner. But he knew as soon as he came home from work he would want a kiss...he already wondered if he had started to bond to him already...
Could that happen? A one sided bond? He frowned rolling the ball of dough a bit too much and having to recoat it in sugar. His species never ....'dated' or copulated outside their own so this...was probably a new experience and he wasn't going to find many answers. Swallowing he dropped the rolled dough onto the cookie sheet.
Thuk.
No sense in worrying...he concluded...if...that happened there wasn't much he could do about it. It was just apart of what he was. Though he would make a note to mention it to Carys at dinner....to see what he thought, and warn him that it may happen.
