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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 2:49 pm
"Umm...yes I do have a storage trunk. It's not huge but I'm not crowd. More space than Ista to be sure." he returned and slightly disappointed about the bath. "Mmm...maybe we could build a bath?" He filled up his cup again without thinking about it this time. His mind still tried to solve problems but as he thought of the bath it built itself in his mind as a much larger scale than anything ever seen probably initiated by what he heard gold riders had.
"Good idea because if I have to drag it out of you I will." he responded to the comments concerning talking about problems. "You don't know how much you worry me sometimes!" he said as he took a slurp of his drink not quite realizing how much it was loosening up his tongue. "I'll be sure to tie you down and make you talk if you do that again. Or get Raith to sit on you." he laughed just a bit as he said that because he could imagine she would.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 3:00 pm
"Mmm... That'd be nice," L'thor mused dreamily, "getting hot water up here would be a pain though... I'd have to fill buckets from the communal baths and then carry them outside and get Raith to fly me up and down and up and down until I'd filled it enough and it'd probably be half cold by the time I did... Maybe I should just fill up a big metal tub with water and make Raith flame it until it was hot!" At that thought he giggled slightly; it was just as impractical an idea as lugging buckets back and forward but it was fun to dream about.
"I do try not to be a worry," he went on with a shake of his head, "but sometimes I just don't think, you know? Immediate stupidity Raith can pull me out of but if I put it out of mind long enough for her to forget about it, I need a smart person like you to come along and stick a metaphorical boot up my metaphorical arse. I'm sure she'd be happy to sit on me for you," he added, topping up his wine again and noting there wasn't much left now, "but I do have some nice silky scarves hanging around the place that are easy on the skin for tying up purposes." Woops! That was probably too much information, oh well! It wasn't that he was embarrassed about it, but he thought Veyes might be... Still, maybe the young man was tipsy enough not to wonder why he had nice soft tying up scarves in his weyr.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 3:14 pm
"But you could get a big pot and heat water over the heart then pour it into the bath. Or put the tub in the hearth." he said as the impractical ideas filled his imaginary mind and escaped his looser lips as he tried vaguely to figure out how to make the idea work. There had to be a way to do it. But right now he wasn't grounded at all and the drink kept taking him farther away from sense.
"You are a pain in the arse sometimes." he freely admitted and smirked when L'thor admitted to not thinking. "Mmm...hmm...I need to remember that and bring a big boot too. I know Mom would help." His words very amused and carefree. Mom being Raith-Mom of course and he couldn't help but giggle some more thinking about L'thor grousing under Raith's tail.
"Oh...silky scarves...really? You're giving me ideas now so next time you get like this don't be surprised if theres a big dragon butt on your head and your legs and arms are knotted to bed posts." He didn't quite get the reference but a few moments later his more wanting mind created an erotic idea of what else he could have done if L'thor were tied up and helpless. It was then he blushed and took a fast swig of the wine trying to cover up what he was soooo sloow to get the first time around. Did L'thor like those sorts of things? Or was that the drink talking? Oh come on...after so many flights he had to experiment...right?
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 3:33 pm
L'thor inspected his hearth, big enough to heat a pot of klah for two, with a dubious expression. "It'd have to be a small bath... Maybe I should hunt around the other empty weyrs, see if any have huge fireplaces in them." He doubted any of them would, but there was no harm in looking. "Maybe I should just start a big fire in the middle of the weyr," he said after a moment, chuckling at the mental image. "There'd be soot everywhere, but I could make a nice hot bath... Hey!" he sat up abruptly, grinning. "Should do that in one of the empty weyrs! Yes! You could run a little business like that, bet a lot of people would like to bathe in private." That just about used up his creativity and energy for the day, and as such L'thor flopped backwards into his chair again.
"I suppose there are worse fates," he went on thoughtfully, "at least it's a nice well oiled bottom, and I'm sure she would be good enough not to actually squash me... She might try to get you to tickle me though, she'd probably think that was funny!" Beast that she was she'd probably lick his feet at the same time, he had horribly ticklish feet and she knew it!
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 3:59 pm
Veyes continued to giggle as L'thor filled out the ideas. "Maybe that would work. I bet some of these weyrs have to have better hearths. We should go on an expedition to visit all of them!" he said as he finished the next glass and managed to refill the glass again even though it was a little more work to do so this time. He couldn't rightly remember how many cups he had drank. 1 or 3....or was it more?
"Oh and if I ran a business like that I might make enough marks to buy a flit egg or two." he nodded and blinked just a little. "I love a private bath..but I think that's from having your bath to myself so much."
"Mmm...worse fates than a green's bottom on your belly? Oh indeed! A big bronze bottom squishing you...or an unoiled Raith who's wanting her washing and oiling. Or an Unoiled, dirty, cranky Raith.... Mmm...maybe that's worse than a bronze...You've got to live with her." he giggled then smirked...."Oh...ticklish eh??" He scooted up out of his chair barely setting the glass on the table properly and attacked L'thor's tummy first because it was the easiest target. He was in such a giggly happy mood now that he was determined L'thor would join him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 4:09 pm
L'thor had been about to make some response or other to the cranky Raith comment when he was viciously accosted. Squealing like a little girl, he squirmed in an attempt to escape but only managed to fall out of his chair. He was undamaged however, the only casualty was his cup of wine which fell to the floor with a thump and spilled its contents onto a rug which was, conveniently, a dark reddish purplish colour. Ignoring the mishap completely, L'thor continued with his attempts to escape the tickle monster. "Meanie!" he managed to gasp between helpless giggles.
As the hilarity and tipsiness reached new levels, Raith bade goodnight to the friends she had been relaxing with and returned to her ledge. Somebody in possession of a working brain, she felt, ought to be around to grab any drunken idiot who rolled towards the precipice. The pair were safely inside at the moment, but there was no guarantee they would stay there. Best she keep an eye on them so that nobody ended up spread thinly across the ground below.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 8:27 pm
Veyes gleefully fell with L'tho to the floor as his finger scrambled up and down L'thor's ribs playful. The laughter felt wonderful to his ears especially after all the strangeness lately and Veyes was determined not to let L'thor escape him. "Meanie eh? Yes, you're in trouble now, L'thor!" His own laughter ringing out as he grabbed the man's foot and tossed off his shoe to find the more sensitive toes and feet! "I've got you now!"
Oh he was surely a bit over tipsy now. Because there were other things that tempted him beyond the tickling and his inhibitions had practically been tossed of the edge of the weyr. Having his fingers all over L'thor was surely a sensation that sent his own vivid and tipsy imagination reeling. He couldn't think straight as he tickled back up the legs over the knees and back to L'thor's tummy; his mouth nipped a couple times at the man's stomach taking in his scent. He wasn't sure where things might end up if he continued this game.
He never heard Raith return because their laughter was far too loud now and he may have not realized she had been gone in the first place. If he had known he might have said something to Mom. Or maybe not...would he really want Mom to know what he was thinking right now?
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 5:37 am
Okay what? Biting now? Somewhere in L'thor's mind alarm bells were going off, but the rest of it was too busy being tickled and tipsy to react. Hello - said the sensible part - stomach nibbling is not silly and playful, that's actually rather more like foreplay and that's not good. Veyes was good-looking, obviously, and he had nothing against sleeping with friends. However, there were two problems.
Firstly there was the fact that he did look so much like D'los, and that tangled matter was still too close, not yet resolved. Secondly, Veyes was seventeen, and he was twenty seven. If Veyes was twenty one and he was thirty one or if Veyes had a mature dragon it would be different, but as it was the youth was... well, a youth; he'd feel like a complete creep if things got any further. Still, the part of his mind making these arguments was being suppressed by the tickles; it really was hard to keep your mind on anything sensible when you were desperately squirming in an attempt to escape.
Raith sighed. Well. It didn't look as if anyone else was going to be sensible; she could feel her lifemate's thoughts though, and decided that it fell to her to act on them. Moving inside the weyr as far as she could, Raith stretched her neck out towards the tussling pair and bugled loudly. That ought to snap them out of it. She hoped they were both silly enough by now just to drop the matter with a few giggles, the last thing any of them needed this evening was more drama.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 5:52 am
Veyes mind might have stayed on its course had it not been for the loud bugling sound that penetrated his head. He looked up suddenly and about fell over on top of L'thor in a fit of giggles. "Mom's home." he said loosing his train of thought completely with the alcohol. By now he was drunk and even if he tried to get up he was going to have a hard time doing so. Things wobbled way too much.
"Did L'thor forget to oil you Raith?" his mind only grasping the last part of a previous conversation. "I told him you'd sit on him if he forgot." Actually at the moment he couldn't quite put his finger on the exact conversation either. Although he was pretty comfy on the floor next to L'thor. He kissed L'thor's cheek firmly in his state and smirked back at Raith. "Don't worry Mom he's ok. He'd not going to be that dumb again." Oh yeah. that was the part that went with the sitting! "Or you'll sit on him with an oily bottom....."
He started to wobble just a little more trying to decide if he could even get upright but in the end stated right where he was. "I'm...sleepy..." he admitted against the warm body of L'thor and feeling the buzz of the liquor in his head. "Mom...can I go to sleep now?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 6:08 am
Wow, he hadn't expected Veyes to be such a lightweight! Still, he suppose his young friend hadn't really had the chance to build up a tolerance. Chuckling happily to himself, L'thor rubbed his face in an attempt to clear his head a little and sat up, pulling Veyes up with him. "I don't think we're going to get you back to the dorms very easily, some people will already be asleep and you'd wake them up... Yes, I think you should stay here tonight." Getting to his feet, L'thor pulled Veyes' arm over his shoulders and dragged the rather more than tipsy young man upright. Once he had a decent grip on him by holding the arm and wrapping his other arm around Veyes' waist he half led half dragged the young man over to his bed.
"There," he dumped Veyes among the warm furs and pulled off his boots, "sleep. I'm going to take a couple of furs and kip with Raith. Just give me a shout if you want anything..." He'd probably need a drink at some point after all that wine. Yawing to himself, L'thor padded over to the table and poured a large cup of water from the jug that rested on it. After a moment of thought, he downed it himself and poured out another one for Veyes. "Drink this when the world stops spinning," he told his friend firmly as he put it down on the bedside table. "There's more water on the table over there if you need it, 'kay?" Giving another massive yawn, L'thor selected a couple of furs and a pillow for himself before dragging a few of the others over Veyes. "Raith usually wakes early, so we'll be able to get you to your chores on time," he assured his friend as he gathered up his own bedding and moved over to Raith's bed, where the green had already curled up comfortably. "Sleep well Veyes."
He knew he would. Dropping one fur down onto the sandy bed and climbing onto it, L'thor finally got around to removing his second boot and flopped over backwards, dragging the other fur over himself and shoving the pillow under his head as he did so. Sleep. Tired.
Raith shifted slightly closer to her rider and gave a contented sigh. All things considered, she felt that the evening had gone rather well.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 7:34 am
Veyes stumbled even as he sort of got to his feet smiling vividly as L'thor chuckled, "I like it when you are laughing. Makes me happy." he said with a giggle as he slumped a bit against the man trying to get his balance but finding none to be had. "We should go flying! Oh but the dorms are down there. I don't think I can get down." His words were pretty much losing their cohesiveness as he got dragged along by L'thor to his bed.
As he was dumped among the furs the soft fuzz made him feel snuggly and warm almost immediately. "This smells like you...I'm lucky" he muttered as he took a wiff very happy to be sleeping with L'thor's furs although he'd have rather slept with L'thor himself..."Uh? Where are you going?" he said as L'thor put the cup on the table trying to comprehend why he'd want water and why he might have chores in the morning? "You should stay..." he murmured as he sunk back into the furs soon drifting off to sleep hardly hearing L'thor leaving the room.
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