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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 10:08 pm
The day was perfect. Humidity was low, the sun was shining oh so brightly, and a cool breeze was flowing in from seaside. And of course, Natarsio had woken up fast enough to get a sweet roll for breakfast. Oh yes. Perfect. Just like him. A perfect day for his perfect self. No classes, no chores...plus no ugly and annoying people in the bowl. So far, everything was going absolutely perfect.
Well, almost everything.
Earlier that morning Natarsio saw quite an unusual sight. A young woman, with lovely short hair in the kitchens grabbing her breakfast. The girl was quite lovely. Quite.
And it was intolerable.
Unacceptable.
How could she, another perfect being go unnoticed by him? Did she not know like called to like? Not to mention the fact Natarsio didn't even know her name! He must know all the other beautiful people, after all, otherwise..he could end up with some disgusting boar as company. The girl's form plagued Natarsio's mind since he had glimpsed it. Oh..why did someone else have to be so perfect like himself? He just couldn't stand it.
He had to figure out who she was. He had to! Otherwise..he'd never know who was more beautiful and perfect.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 11:15 pm
Weylin had the morning off. He had gotten someone else to take his shift with the children so he could finagle Speckle into a scrubdown (he thought dragons were supposed to like water; why was this flitt so sharding terrified of a good bath?) and was free until afternoon, as well as soaking wet. The humidity, while less than it usually was, wasn’t very condusive to drying out, and though he was in a fresh linen tunic, his hair was still plastered to his skull. It made him look, well, stupid.
So, eye-wateringly blue flitt on his shoulder, he made his way out into the weyrbowl, munching on a piece of redfruit snagged from the kitchens on his way out. Hopefully the breeze (oh, and a cool one to boot! Days like this were so rare in the summer) would dry his hair more quickly, and being outside would keep Speckle from getting into trouble. He hoped.
The flitt had other ideas, however, and was off his shoulder and straight at a young man who seemed to be one of the few non-Dragonriders in the bowl in an instant. Groaning, Weylin shook his head and started off. "Speckle, shardit, come back here."
Even the request was halfhearted. Speckle never listened to Weylin. Ever.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 10:08 pm
Like most days off, Natarsio spent his time wandering aimlessly. And today in the bowl was no diffrent. It was calming, strutting about in his glory, the sun on face, wind in his hair and..a blue flitt flying towards him? That was not part of his usual routine. "Oh well...this is new." He held out his hand for the small creature, smiling. "What are you doing without your owner? Its not very polite to run off with out them." The sound of yelling caught Natarsio's attention. "Oh that must be your...owner..now..." It was her! That girl from this morning! Lady luck was really shining on him this day!
Standing still, he waited for her to arrive. After all, it would seem like he was expecting her or something if he walked toward her. "Hello miss." He gave his best smile. "Is this your lovely blue? Quite a wonderful creature. Not as wonderful as yourself though." He gave his signature wink and grin. How could he go wrong with the classics? "I'm Natarsio. Its a pleasure to meet another beautiful person such as your self on this wonderful day."
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 11:16 pm
...........oh, shards, he did not just do that.
Weylin paused in the middle of what he had been about to do, blinking a few times as Speckle landed on Natarsio's outstretched hand, kreeling affectionately at him and nibbling his fingers with mild interest. After a few seconds, the hand was thoroughly inspected, and the 'lizard made his way down Natarsio's arm and perched on his shoulder to better sniff at his ear and hair. Weylin still stood dumbfounded.
He could almost have forgiven mistaking him for a woman. Or at least, he could understand it. But...this was...this was beyond mistaking him for a woman. This was...he didn't even know what it was. It was something, all right. He maintained just enough composure to avoid an angry sputter, though his face slowly darkened to a scowl.
"I beg," he said, voice strong, commanding, and significantly more masculine than the rest of him (thank Faranth!), "your pardon. I think you must have mistaken me for someone else."
Fat chance, but he had his pride, and hopefully there really had been a mistake. It was so much easier when Weylin didn't have to hate people. Because Natarsio was definitely flirting with him, and that was just a totally unforgivable crime. There was no way he would be able to accept that. Particularly when he was using such, such...hackneyed lines. Shaffit, he was even thinking like a woman at the moment. This was what all that nonsense did to him.
Shards and shells and...shards again!
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 5:20 pm
If being oblivious was a skill, Natarsio was talented. He was so enthralled with the firelizard that he utterly missed the scowl. "Oh, get out of there!" He let out a light chuckle as the blue sniffed in his ear. "Oh well," he smiled as he tried to edge the 'lizard more on his shoulder and less in his hair. "Yes, I'm hardly ever wrong about these things. You are the one I saw this morning. Of that I have no doubt. You're to beautiful to forget!" He grinned. "Sorry about the miss bit. I'm usually good with identifying gender...But, its nothing to be ashamed of. Your beauty I mean. You're probably the dream boy of all the kitchenmaids, eh? Get out of there!" He pushed again at the 'lizard, grinning.
He offered his hand for a good shake. "What did you say your name was again?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 11:47 pm
Speckle was not so easily deterred. Letting out a mildly irritated "Queep!" when Natarsio pushed him away, he climbed around to the boy's other shoulder and began inspecting that half of him. Weylin bit back a groan and focused again on the boy. He did not appreciate being flirted with, and Natarsio's change in tactics only sounded condescending to him. Whether or not he was being acknowledged as male at the moment, he had just been called beautiful.
And shardit, even if he technically was, WEYLIN. WASN'T. BEAUTIFUL.
The comment about the kitchenmaids brought a deeper frown to Weylin's face, and he shook his head slowly. No, they liked manly men, unless they were lesbians...in which case they liked women. Either way, he was missing out on them. "I didn't," he answered the last question with a matter-of-fact statement, taking Natarsio's hand and gripping just hard enough to hurt if the other boy didn't have a strong grip as well. "My name is Weylin."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 12:47 pm
"Oh, stop that! I just washed my hair this morning..." Natarsio's enthrallment with the flitt suddenly froze as the handshake turned into a death grip. The frozen state lasted about a second, before Natarsio retaliated with his own force. "Well, it's a pleasure Weylin. Mind if I call you Lin? You can call me Nats if you like." He grinned, paying no mind to frown. At this point, Weylin's dislike of Natarsio was obvious, and no matter how skilled he was at not noticing such things, it was a bit too obvious..even for him.
"Do you mind if you can remove you cute little fire lizard from my neck? As much as I adore him, I rather not like having to brush out my hair more often then necessary." He smiled as he used the handshake to pull Weylin a bit closer. "See, the little scamp is just nesting my hair and well..." He smiled, trying to act innocent...
Which really did work, "He does belong to you doesn't he?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 10:47 pm
"I would prefer you call me by my full name, and if that's too difficult, Wey will suffice," he answered, completely unimpressed in the face of the boy's cheer. There was no way he was about to consent to being called by a female name. And then he was pulled closer, and Speckle was cheerily inspecting the collar of Natarsio's shirt, and Weylin was in a situation that he had no control over that would only get worse as the time went on. It was killing him already.
"Speckle, shardit, get over here," he said quietly, enforcing it with a wave of mental insistence that made the flitt cheep and disentangle his tail from about Natarsio's neck. "Kirikirikree," he informed Weylin as he fluttered back to perch on his shoulder and preen his hair gently. Weylin turned to scowl at him but said nothing else for the moment.
"Yes, this mannerless sod is mine, unfortunately," Weylin said, though he was affectionate enough in his tone that he clearly didn't mean the insult in the slightest. Speckle trilled and curled his tail around Weylin's neck, continuing to preen him happily. Weylin ignored the mood at the moment; determined not to cave until the clearly foolish boy had seen the error of his ways. Weylin might be small and pretty, but he was not a force to be trifled with.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 11:29 pm
"Mmm well, not that poorly mannered. He listened to you just now didn't he?" Natarsio fluffed his hair a bit, trying his best to rid it of imaginary knots. "Well...Wey doesn't have that much flair does it? No...You look more like a Lin. Maybe a Win. But then that would be a bit silly. But...if it bothers you I guess I'll have to go with Weylin." He sighed as he stopped fighting with his locks.
His attention turned back to the fire lizard. "Ah well, he really is quite cute. Even if he is a bit of a handful I'm guessing? Do you mind if I also ask for his name?" Natarsio pulled out the last bits of his breakfast sweet roll and offered it to the fire lizard. Sure, he may not get them often..but having such a cute flit nearby...how could he resist?
And then his attention was back, focused on Weylin. "Anyway Li-Weylin, Where did you get that shirt? Its not very flattering. Hardly shows off your assets. " He circled Weylin like shark, smiling all the same. "You need a bit more...oomph. Pizzaz. You know? Make you more robust yet, show off you natural qualities...Hmm..." He stopped. "I can help you if you like."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 3:31 pm
"He only listens at the last minute, and then only because I'm Impressed to him." He shrugged and watched Nat fluffing his hair with a blank expression. So this boy was...everything Weylin went out of his way to avoid being. Vain, self-centered, flighty...oh, this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.
Because sarcasm always makes situations so much better, Weylin. Good job.
The boy's fussing over his name did nothing to lighten Weylin's mood, though he managed not to scowl and even inclined his head in a semblance of a gracious thanks when Nat agreed to call him Weylin. He wondered if it would be worth it to explain to Nat that he would really prefer not to be called by a female nickname because it ruined his image even more, but decided against it. "Thank you," he said instead, because it was always polite to thank someone when they agreed to call you by your actual name and complimented your firelizard. "His name is Speckle....but he answers better to 'shardit'," he went on with a shrug.
Speckle, hearing both his name and his alias and seeing a sweetroll, broke in to a cacophony of trills. "Kirikirikirikreeeeee!" he said delightedly, leaping from Weylin's shoulder and swooping down on the scraps. Returning to Weylin, he greedily stuffed his face, eyes swirling merry blue.
At least one of the pair was impressed with Nat...
His clothing? Weylin didn't remember where he got his clothing! Why would he keep something like that in mind? "I don't know...probably a Lower Caverns woman? Maybe at a Gather? It's a shirt, it does its job," he remarked, turning to keep Nat in his sight. He didn't like the idea of the boy behind him, to be frank, not when he was acting nearly predatory. "And...I'm certain I don't need help, but thank you for offering..." he trailed off uncertainly. What exactly was going on?
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 8:27 pm
Rubbing his chin, Natarsio gave Weylin a glare. "No, you do need help." He grab out on Weylin's shirt. "Look at how loose and stretched out this is! It makes you look like you either have sagging tits or a gut. Which, from your shape, I'd say you have neither." He pulled back. "You pants are also cut very poorly to you form. Unless you want people to start calling you Lin, of course." Natarsio made a small tisk sound. "Really. Its no wonder I mistook you for a girl. You clothes are so...unflattering. Your natural beauty isn't just in your face I'd bet. You may be a more to the feminine side, but you hardly come off as a man in those rags."
Waving his hand, he began to think. Usually, this meant thinking about himself, but right now, he was think about how to make a very feminin man look like a man. "Yes..Tuck in the seems...hem the legs...fit the chest..." He smiled suddenly, as if he had won the lottery. "Say Weylin..." Natarsio leaned a bit closer, "What is your favorite color?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 9:00 pm
When Natarsio grabbed him, Weylin jerked back instinctively, stopping just short when he realized how rude he was being and regarding Nat with huge, scared brown eyes that would have looked more at-home on a herdbeast staring up a dragon's muzzle. It wasn't that he was put off by what he had by now guessed was Natarsio's orientation. What people did with other people behind closed doors, regardless of gender, was their own business. But by the Egg, he didn't want any of their apparently 'superior' fashion sense foisted on him.
"....Of course my clothing is loose. I spend from sunup to sundown with children. They hang off me, and my clothing, and just about everything. They have grabby little hands and get sticky if left to their own devices for longer than it takes to pass between. I'm not wasting time or marks on clothes that will be ruined within the candlemark."
Frowning at Natarsio, he actually did jerk straight away from the other boy at the question. He had spent enough time around new recruits to know what being hit on by them felt like. Any promiscuous gay Candidate who had been around longer than a few sevendays knew enough not to attempt to hit on Weylin, but the new recruits generally needed...a good strong punch or perhaps a handful of spiderclaws in their beds to keep them from trying it again. "The colours I favour are none of your business," he said, putting his hands on his hips and completely forgetting the fact that the pose, a favourite when punishing naughty children because it put them in mind of their mothers, made him look even more like a woman.
Speckle queeped sadly and nibbled Weylin's ear. He wasn't entirely sure why Weylin was so vehemently angry at the nice source of sweetrolls.
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