Who

A'ndi, D'ex| Zynth, Taliveth

What

If riders are avoiding each other, dragons arrange a date.

Cussing, References to Violence, Drinking, Torture, and Unhealthy forms of Grieving, ill-advised hugs and kissies, Highly Neglected Bread

When

13th day of the 5th month of the 12th turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Koi Pond

OOC Date 03 Nov 2017 07:00

 

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Koi Pond

This open space is where Phagian's famed roses grow. And grow they do, in a profusion of sizes and colours. Tiny miniature roses in low boxes, rosebushes in ordered ranks behind, wild roses twining upon arched trellises over the path and the bench at the head of the pond, every plant is healthy and neatly pruned. They are also labelled. Here is the red-on-white of Fire and Ice, there the simple crimson of Heart's Desire, over yonder the inky shadow of Blackthorne, and bobbing practically beneath your hand the vibrant gold of Susanna. The pond is a palette of bright colours as well. Within its dim refractive depths there lurk the ornamental koi. Each fish an ancient Oriental soldier in full scale mail, and proud of his polychromal coat. Warm colours are most common, bright vermillion, marigold orange, sunshine yellow, but also there are other, rarer colours. Here a splash of emerald flashes, there a streak of jet, a swatch of white, a blink of azure. Dozens of bejewelled ichthyoids play in this broad pool's depths, each fat, well fed, and haughty.


« We’re here! I shoo’d everyone else away. » Taliveth projects to Zynth with a sneaky little shooting star across the sky. And by ‘shoo’d away’ he means that on this fine evening that he finally convinced A’ndi to take him for a walk, Tali came charging in and squawked and sang and warbled and crooned until all others enjoying the flowers and fish had dispersed. Which is perfectly fine by A’ndi, who has plunked himself down on the bench by the pond. He’s brought a chunk of stale bread which he rips little pieces from, tossing them in to the fat, greedy fish flickering in the water. Even little Snowdrop has come out to attend this family outing, and she paces back and forth along the water’s edge. delicious fishies. And so they sit, A’ndi completely oblivious to his dragon’s devious plotting. If he knew, he might actually be proud of Tali for keeping a secret for so long. « Zynth. I’m going to pick a flower for you! »

Zynth is very proud. It had taken more of his patience than he usually wasted on Tali to explain what a secret was in the first place and why even his bond could not know. But that’s fine. It all works out in the end. After D’ex’s nightly complaining about Lady and her ‘fixing’ things that so conflicted with his view on what is ‘fixed’, Zynth will finally get D’ex to agree to come out. He’d been working at the man all evening, that careful manipulation where suddenly it seems like it was D’ex’s idea to go out in the first place. Lady might have helped. « We are on our way. I like Green Flowers. » If Tali can find a green flower, anyway. It would keep him busy, right? The bluepair touches down not far from the open space of roses, D’ex sliding off and reaching into his pocket, “Okay, so we need two of each, wait, no, how about three of two colors an-Fuck.” The hulk of the starship brown is hard to miss. “Never mind, we can get flowers in the morning.” And D’ex is turning around to climb back onto the blue. The Blue that is not there. Zynth’s sharp silhouette is already on the other side of the clearing, eyes locked intently on the circling fish now surfacing for the bread so nicely provided by A’ndi.

Green flowers? « OKAY, CAN DO! » Taliveth is full of such optimism. And the distraction works! His big smushy face goes poking and snuffling and nudging through the varieties of roses, trying to find green ones, and then he will narrow it down to the most PERFECT green flower. Someone’s going to have to tell him eventually that there aren’t any, or he might be here all day. The brown only ceases in his mission when he senses the sudden tension in his rider who has paused mid-bread-toss at the sight of the bluerider. Then A’ndi looks away quickly and focuses on Zynth. Zynth didn’t cut anyone’s ear off sooo… he’s a little easier to talk to. “You can’t eat the fish here. Taliveth already tried once.”

« I wouldn’t do that. It would ruin the pretty for everyone else. » Naneska explained this to him after refusing to kill a koi for him. Silly humans and their priorities. « But thank you for letting me know. » Polite, but the blue’s eyes will not leave the pond. Clearly this was why he wanted to be here, right? D’ex himself will remain glued to the spot he dismounted from, mentally calling Zynth back to take him home. He is met by silence.… .and A’ndi talking to his dragon. Jeez, that felt rude somehow. Fine. If Zynth is going to be stubborn about this and A’ndi rude, D’ex might as well go about doing what he came here to do; cut flowers. Two Blue, Two Red. It would match his weyr. Right?

A’ndi is rude on a pretty regular basis. This is nothing new for him. “Honestly, I do kind of wonder what they taste like. But if I’m going to fish, I like ice fishing better.” Then SILENCE. Painful, awkward silence as his blue gaze drifts to focus on D’ex and his newest endeavor in, what, flower arrangements? Why is he a dragonrider and not an interior decorator? But eventually the silence is too much even for A’ndi, he who would typically prefer that everyone SHUT THE HELL UP. “… Hey.” so he at least says hi okay?

Ice fishing. Zynth’s mind shifts, trying to mimic the idea of a frozen lake, cracks running along the surface from the shore, ice itself too thin for fishing. He could work on this. New idea to monopolize on. D’ex must find the perfect flowers. He shifts through the red roses and only finds one he likes. This will be cut, the steam wrapped in a strip of cloth brought for this purpose. “Good evening.” The words are carefully polite, the tone D’ex uses with knots and other people he wants to get what they want to say said so that they can move on. “Funny meeting you here. Since when did you take an interest in fish?” You know, apart from the cat, Fish.

“Taliveth likes to hang around here sometimes. Since when do you have an interest in flowers?” A’ndi snarks back. That piece of bread he’s been holding is finally tossed into the water, creating a flurry of fishies. The brown’s large face comes peering over the flowers, whirling eyes focusing in on the redhead. He doesn’t speak to D’ex, but his uneven head knobs wiggle a little. It’s not really A’ndi’s style to do a lot of pussyfooting around and so, now that they’re here and words are being spoken, he just moves on ahead. Once he thinks of something to say anyway, and it still comes out kind of awkward. “How’ve you been doing? Since… you know.” The whole revenge thing.

“Adding something to my weyr that matches the individuals who live there.” D’ex waves the chosen rose slightly, “Red for me, Blue for Zynth, and I was going to get Green for that flying rat, but it’s not worth the effort.” The head nob wiggle will cause the rider a moment pause. Those could move? Zynth didn’t move his. Jeez, that’s weird. The rose will be waved at Taliveth in an effort to acknowledge him back. That’s what that was, right? Or was that like a hand wave? And he should wave back? The rose will be waved again. “I’m fine.” You know, apart from the sleepless nights worrying about what being arrested again could mean. “Guilt is not something I do.”

It’s entirely possible that the wiggling head knobs is strictly a Taliveth thing. Because all of his parts are kind of wonky, so it wouldn’t be surprising if his knobs were attached a little loosely. Or maybe backwards, even! Who knows with him. “I wasn’t really talking about guilt.” Another bit of bread is tossed. This piece is intercepted by Snowdrop, who then promptly spits it out and flutters away in offended disgust. “Well that wasn’t for you anyway,” A’ndi calls after her. For now, the bread is set aside. “Anyway, I just meant…” What did he mean? “It was kind of. Intense, I guess. And, you know, losing someone, and…” A’ndi shrugs, running a hand nervously back through his hair. “Look, I’m not good at this sort of thing.”

“What do you think? I’m grieving.” It seems all flying rats are the same then? Lady doesn’t go out with D’ex often, but she goes out with Zynth. “It’s fine. Her kids are going to live with my mother and her ashes were scattered in the sea yesterday I think.” Another rose is deemed worthy and this one too is cut and wrapped up, set with the other before D’ex starts to look for a blue flower. For a moment, he will make no effort to continue the conversation, but this moment will pass, “I didn’t mean to get that drunk. I should have kept my head and killed him earlier.” The not-fully frozen lake will be abandoned, « He means ‘thank you’. »

At the mention of killing people, A’ndi hisses, “Keep your fucking voice down!” Not that anyone is around right now, but still. THE ROSES HAVE EARS- He pushes up from the bench, leaving the lonely bread all by itself, strides over to D’ex and grabs for his arm. “You’re not killing anyone, ever,” he snaps, keeping his voice low. “Just get the idea out of your head. You’ve got enough of a record. You can’t add something like that to it.” Taliveth rumblesighs. « Why are they so bad at this? » JUST HUG AND MAKE UP AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER, OKAY? JEEZ GUYS.

« They don’t have much practice with it is all. They will get better. » Zynth’s eyes shifts from the Koi up to the two riders. D’ex recoils from the touch, but does not pull away completely, “A’ndi, I should have killed him. Torture is wrong. It’s not fair, it doesn’t follow any rules of engagement, it’s crude, and should be only used in last ditch situations, not when someone gets drunk and pissed. I should have kept it right and real and killed him. Do you not see that? It’s why I owe that damnable kid from Igen a few billion times over. It’s why if this gets out, I’m as good as in the mines, dragon or no. It’s different. Killing him would have ended it. Torturing means it never ends. See? One more Dead person on my record is nothing. Torture is a whole new list, see? People expect me to kill people. It’s annoying, but true. They Don’t Expect me to Let Them Live.” For whatever personal rules of Engagement D’ex has, A’ndi is close now, and not letting go, so the roses will be offered. “No point in keeping quiet about it, is there? I’m sure that M’noq has already submitted for my release and arrest. Give me a break A’ndi.” Take the roses and let go.

A’ndi’s grip relaxes a little at first, hearing the declaration that torture is wrong. Because that is correct! But the rest of D’ex’s particular code of honor has him squinting at the bluerider, trying to process this information. You can practically see the hamster running in the wheel. In A’ndi’s world, you punch your enemy’s lights out and move on with your life, and that’s all there is to it. His hand tightens on D’ex’s arm again. “All of it is wrong! But he’s gone, okay? I took care of it. I scared him off and he’s never coming back. Nobody could be that stupid.” The offered roses give him pause though. Because that is a thing that’s never happened before. A’ndi blinks at them in some bewilderment but finally takes them. “… Why are you such a fucking weirdo,” he mutters. But no, he’s not letting go, sorrynotsorry. “Why would M’noq be doing anything? He doesn’t know shit about it.” Now A’ndi is just confused.

In a fight, yes, punch the guy’s lights out and move on. BUT, this wasn’t just a fight. This was revenge. “I think you are missing the point here… .I’m not a weirdo, I’m practical.” However, that he is not released when the roses are taken will bring a frown. At least A’ndi isn’t going to punch him while holding flowers. “What? Did you tell Va’os? L’xan? Fuck, you didn’t tell the fucking goldrider did you? I swear those ladies are crazy. Come on, I’m really too tired to deal with this, who’d you tell and how much?!?” He starts to pull away again, him with one free hand is a nice, but still. “Spit it out, I never did find out who Luci freaked out to, twice, but it’d be nice to have a heads up this time, huh?”

As A’ndi listens, the look of disbelief on his face grows. When D’ex pulls, he tugs back and holds that arm tight. His eyes focus on D’ex’s with a hard stare. “Why would I tell anyone? Why would I get involved and try to help you and then just turn you in?” Taliveth gradually shuffles his way closer and closer to Zynth, hunkering down near his smaller brother. There are no words, just concerned static.

D’ex just stares at him, that careful blank expression flickering a moment, “A’ndi I don’t want to play games with you. Who’d you tell?” The cold that wraps around D’ex will stop the little bubble of anger, « He didn’t tell anyone D’ex. » The Blue has abandoned the fish, straightening to rub up against the space hulk. The concerned static answered by snow. “You …didn’t tell anyone? Why? If we are agreeing this is wrong then why did you continue to perpetuate the wrong and not tell? That’s what people do when they walk in on a crime. They report it.”

“Yeah, I’m perpetuating it. So I’ll be fucked over too if anyone else hears about this.” A’ndi does finally let go now, though not without giving the arm he’s releasing a shove at the same time. Still holding the flowers, he lets his arms drop to his sides and takes a few steps back. “It’s a thing called ‘loyalty,’ okay?” He looks away, focusing a scowl on a poor rock on the ground that didn’t do nothin’ to no one, but apparently A’ndi really hates it right now. “And giving a shit about someone.” Taliveth stretches a dark wing over his brother. A nice soft leathery Tali-blanket. « I’ve been good too! I didn’t tell anyone ANYTHING! A’ndi says it’s important to keep you and your D’ex SAFE. Safe from nosey fuckers and it’s none of their stupid business! <3 <3 <3 <3 »

« Your’s is good like that. He is right. We appreciate it. Nosey folk need not know what does not involve them. » The blue pulls his own wings in so as not to clip the brown’s, pressing his form into the larger of Taliveth. D’ex will step away instantly, rubbing his arm lightly and scowling at A’ndi. D’ex’s understanding of loyalty rarely extended to people not immediately related to him. The few times it has, have come back to bite him. So A’ndi’s use of this word is met with silence, even the follow up to it, D’ex’s head just shakes. A less-perfect bloom than the two already picked, will be plucked, just the head of the flower, and thrown at A’ndi, before turning and walking back toward the Koi pond and abandoned bread, “You have terrible choice in friends, I hope you realize this.”

A’ndi watches that bloom hit against his shoulder and then bounce off. “Yeah. I’m painfully aware of that.” He trails after D’ex and eventually ends up sitting back on the bench, though he seems totally uninterested in the bread. The bread might cry if it could. So neglected. “I’ve never made such a stupid choice before. I don’t know when I became an idiot.” A’ndi stares off into the pond, watching the fish wriggle in anticipation. People in close proximity = food! “You’re going to keep getting in trouble. And I’m going to keep trying to drag you out of it.” His tone sounds somehow defeated. This is just The Way Things Are.

D’ex plops down as well, on the other side of the highly neglected bread that will continue to be neglected. “Welcome to the ‘Stupid Choice Club’. I’m a life-time member.” It was a joke, but it wasn’t funny. “You’re not an idiot, you’re just too soft.” D’ex pauses, eyes shifting over to A’ndi a moment before falling away again, “It’s not like I mean to get in trouble. It just happens. You can let me take the crap for it, you know. It’s far easier that way.” But A’ndi is the Mother. And D’ex knows it. He should have known A’ndi wouldn’t turn him in. He should have thought about it. “You need to get out more. Hang out with A’hali more. He doesn’t do stupid fucking shit. I really didn’t mean to get drunk. I… fuck. I don’t know. It just happened.” Like most things in D’ex’s life. Shit happened.

A’ndi snrks at the ‘too soft’ comment, though it’s not certain whether he’s laughing because it’s not true or because it totally is. The bread is eyed for a moment, considered, but will be left once more forgotten. “I don’t do anything the easy way. Nothing worth doing is easy.” And it just comes with being a generally stubborn individual. He lets the bluerider finish, gaze settling to look down at the flowers now laid in his lap. A’ndi lets a moment of silence hang in the air when D’ex finishes. It takes time to gather thoughts and form words. “You made a choice. Every time you took a drink, that was your choice. And you chose to do it while you were angry and hurt. You chose your own feelings over everything else. Even over Zynth.” He looks up from the flowers, fixing a look on D’ex. “I’m not going to turn you in, but I’m still going to hold you accountable.” The words themselves are harsh, but the tone of voice isn’t. Just quiet.

D’ex winces at the word ‘Zynth’. His form hunching in slightly, as if A’ndi had just hit him. The bluerider says nothing, just looks up at his dragon, now only half-visible under the dark wing of his brother. Zynth himself will not look back, instead, his head is curled around Taliveth, head resting on one of the brown’s claws, eyes closed as if dozing. “Yeah. I guess I did.” For all the guilt that D’ex may not have about ripping someone up, there is more than a little for that one fact. His wonderful, arrogant, clever, independant, dragon had gone to someone for help. Help for him. About him. “Thanks.” That neglected bread will finally be picked up, a hunk ripped off and thrown for those begging fish. Oh jeez, he didn’t just rip a peice of bread off of this. The knife reappears, cutting the bread into a straight edge and throw the ruined section to the fish. “Thanks for coming to get me.”

Taliveth is all about the Zynth-snuggles. His nose lowers to nuzzle gently at the blue’s headknobs. Properly functioning headknobs that don’t wiggle. But his slowly whirling eyes remain focused on the two riders. Because they’re kind of his OTP and he’ll be discussing how cute they are with other dragons later and arguing about why his ship is not problematic. The fish swarm the bread, tearing it to pieces… I mean, as much as a koi fish can. yaaaaas human FEED US. A’ndi blinks at D’ex in surprise; he was clearly not expecting gratitude. He shrugs and looks down at the feasting fishes. “If you really want to thank me, you’ll work on the drinking problem. And never do it again when you’re angry. Seeing you like that was…” He can’t say ‘fucking scary’ because he’s a DUDE and thus not allowed to, so. He just doesn’t finish that sentence.

“Sorry. That’s… . “ D’ex sighs, slicing another bit of bread off, careful to keep it even, “That’s who I was. When you met me. When A’hali brought be back to this place. So, yeah, thanks. You were right to dislike me then, A’hali’s an idiot like that. But, no point worrying over that now.” D’ex’s eyes shift back to his dragon, the source of his life-turn about. “Most of the folks in this weyr don’t understand what the rest of the world is like. The real world, but I suppose that’s a luxary of being here.” And other slice of bread is cut, but this one offered to A’ndi, if he wanted to feed his bread to the fish himself. “I’ll work on the drinking. No more drinking when pissed.”

A’ndi accepts the nice n’ tidy even slice, turning it back and forth, examining it. So perfectly sized. “The real world. Where nothing is guaranteed, nobody will help you, and the world doesn’t owe you anything.” He’s familiar. He tosses the slice like a little frisbee, and it lands neatly upon the water’s surface. “But we’re part of this world now.” The world of Southern Weyr! Where something is always on fire! I think that’s its most prominent trait, anyway. “Neither of us are the same as we were before we Impressed. And we can’t go back. Not without hurting them.” aka don’t worry Zynth like that ever again. Taliveth butts in with a little whuff noise at his rider. Whufflewhuff. A’ndi looks between his dragon and D’ex, back and forth, suddenly gone all weird and fidgety. With the most put-upon sigh and the most poutygrumpy tsundere-face, he turns towards the bluerider and holds his arms out to him, beckoning him for The Hugging. While stubbornly refusing to look at him. He mumbles, “Put that shit down-“ the knife and the bread “-and c’mere.”

D’ex listens without comment. What could he say? He couldn't argue when his dragon was so obviously listening and here and clearly impressed to him despite all the people who had been so very alarmed by the fact on the Sands. Zynth shifts slightly at the whuffling. His head rising slightly to look at the pair of riders, expression perfectly passive, perfectly in control again, perfectly planned as he liked all situations to be. However, D’ex does not seem to have this part planned out. A’ndi wants a hug? Well, as amusing as that is, D’ex will save all the making light of it for later. The Knife will find it’s way back into it’s sheath, the bread will return to being ignored and emotionally abused. D’ex will hug A’ndi. Tight. Unabashed, but smirking at least a little bit.

The bread just can’t catch a break. It’s just going to have to watch the hugging and yearn for such affection. Despite the few times they’ve done this, it’s always still surprising to A’ndi, regardless of who initiates it. It’s a kryptonite he didn’t know he had, and to allow it to happen willingly, to be vulnerable, is almost as scary as seeing a cut-off ear. But desperate times, like when you’re trying to keep someone away from the brink of self-destruction, call for desperate measures. He settles into the hug, letting it stretch out in silence (aside from excited whuffles from Tali). It’s when he speaks that the tension begins to creep back into his body, along with a growing look of stubborn resolve on his features. “From now on, Drex is dead and gone. You can never be that person again.” And A’ndi takes another step away from who he used to be, turning his head just enough to press a kiss to D’ex’s cheek. He tenses up more, awaiting whatever terrible consequences and mockery for his actions. But he pulls back enough to look the bluerider in the face, glaring, and says, “Promise.” It’s not a request for a promise, it’s an order. Hugs and smoochies aside, this is still A’ndi we’re talking about.

D’ex is comfortable with hugs, that A’ndi usually isn’t is a never-ending source of amusement. While he is vaguely aware of Zynth’s pleased gaze, A’ndi’s words will keep his mind from questioning the blue on it. “I try, an-” And then he is kissed, words are cut off and A’ndi is pulling away and making rules. D’ex blinks, a grin spreading across his face. Would the not-okay-ness according to A’ndi’s family, had A’ndi impressed a blue extend to a not-okay-ness of kissing a bluerider? Oh this was going to be fun, A’ndi was too easy. Still, as odd as A’ndi initiating hugs was, the man kissing first seemed almost alien. And now demanding, sorry, ordering a promise? D’ex leans forward again, his lips brushing’s A’ndi’s gently in a return kiss. “It’s a promise. I will try.” This poor bread must be squirming in it’s crust at all of the negligence it is receiving.

If A’ndi kissing first is alien to D’ex, then D’ex being nice and kissing back without any ‘lol see I told you you’re gaaaaaay’ retort is alien to A’ndi. It was not at all what he was expecting and he just blinks, going all wide starry-eyes like Taliveth. Pink tinges his cheeks and he suddenly laughs nervously. And A’ndi himself has never had that kind of reaction to affection before and just looks utterly lost. Yes, D’ex, he really is too easy. Taliveth is of no help to his rider; his large head swivels to look at his blue brother, his big ol’ maw hanging open in an ecstatic dragon-grin. « ZYNTH! It really worked! It’s totally canon now! » HIS SHIP, IT SAILS. « So what’s next?! Should we go looking at bigger weyrs? OH *GAAAAASP* WHAT ABOUT A SHIPWEYR LIKE CAELISTH AND OHANAVETH?! » Tali gets way ahead of himself, his space junk whirling rapidly, and even the dead, rusting ancient ships that litter his galactic graveyard have come whirring back to life, lights on and engines sputtering.

« Slow down, brother mine. Slow down. Let’s not jump too fast and ruin things. Sometimes things need to go slow and planned. Let’s not talk of moving just yet. » Snow flits among stardust, pleased and smug, but not yet going to start considering too much. D’ex was D’ex and Zynth has no doubt that he can handle himself in a relationship that does not include gambling, drinking, or knots. Wwwaaaayyyyy too easy. D’ex smirks. He can’t maintain the not-teasing for long. “I really don’t want to meet your parents kay? And there is no way I’m introducing you to my family. So let’s never talk about that, ever.” Regardless how true, Hold stereotypes for blueriders got old after a while and D’ex had just agreed to leave the punching people to A’ndi, right? “You never did get the hang of Liar's Dice, did you? Drop by my weyr tomorrow and we can try that one again. I have lasuanga.” D’ex has done casual sex and pick and drop relationships for most of the latter part of his life, in fact, there is no awkward in him now. Just that knowing smirk that A’ndi is new at the whole ‘Yes, I’m Gay’ thing. “Or strip poker, that would be fun.” The grin has grown, teasing, or perhaps challenging.

« butbutbut » Taliveth paws at his brother. pawpawpokenudgepaw. « Why do these things have to take so LOOOoooOOOoOOOOOOnnnnnnnguuuuuh » WHINE. Patience is not one of Taliveth’s virtues. « Fiiiiiine. Will you come roll in some grass with me before bed?! » Even Tali knows that what he needs is a proper distraction. The smirking seems to actually help put A’ndi at ease, because that is normal for D’ex. An expression that A’ndi still kind of has the urge to punch off D’ex’s face, but that too is a very normal feeling for him, and it’s reassuring that things aren’t too terribly different. “My family wouldn’t mind. It’s more the neighbors and their gossip, pulling opinions out of their asses that nobody asked for…” This earns a Disapproving Frown. But he shrugs. “That’s fine, though. Whatever this is-“ A’ndi motions with his hand, indicating the two of them, here on this bench with the sad bread. “-is none of anybody’s fucking business.” He looks indifferent to the offer of more dice practice, but lasagna? UMMM YES. But poker gets a skeptical arch of a brow. “Is that fair, though? You always win at anything with cards.” As the evening light begins to get dimmer and dimmer, A’ndi glances down at the flowers still sitting in his lap. He grabs them up and offers them back to the bluerider. “You wanted these for your weyr, right?”

« The best things are worth waiting for. » Still, Zynth will start to stand, he can roll in some grass with Taliveth, though he will never be able to match the brown’s enthusiasm. « Let’s not get too close to the flowers, I’m sure that would annoy some people to have thier flowers rolled on. » The smirk only grows. Most families do mind when one brings a murderer home, but D’ex will keep this to himself. Perhaps Zynth has gotten some of his mouth to slow. “Whatever this is can be whatever the hell you want it to be.” After all, A’ndi is the new-bie at this, right? “Of course it’s fair, you’re never going to get better if you don’t practice and there is no way I’m getting your clothing off otherwise.” IE, It’s more fun and offers so many opportunities to mock and tease. D’ex is great at poker. The flowers will be looked at and he nods, “Yeah, and I need some blue ones that match Zynth.” Not that a flower could even think about coming close to Zynth’s particular shade of blue, but it was worth a shot. D’ex’s brain clicks out of sex to interior design, turning away from the koi pond to study the flowers. He stands, abandoning A’ndi to the bread, starting toward a bush with a vibrate blue, perhaps able to match Zynth’s electrifying hide.

  • ”Most families do mind when one brings a murderer home” lolololol he’s not gonna tell them that part! He’s gonna have to make up a looooot of backstory to cover the inevitable “So how did you two meet?” question.

« OKAY I’LL RACE YOU THERE~! » His words shoot across Zynth’s chilly sky like a comet, beckoning the blue to follow the fiery, shimmering tail. Taliveth is up surprisingly quickly, fueled by the pure power of his innocent joy (can somebody bottle that?), and he goes galumphing through the foliage to find a soft patch of grass to roll and wriggle on like a very large puppy. A’ndi listens to D’ex’s argument for poker with a contemplative frown, and begrudgingly admits, “I guess you have a point.” He watches the redhead’s journey back into the flowers, setting the bundle in his hand down on the bench. A’ndi stands, stretches a little, tries to act like none of this is IN ANY WAY A BIG DEAL, it’s cool, it’s fine, we’re all cool here. Just totally casually hugging a guy, kissing a guy, talking about strip poker with a guy, and the guy used to be a pirate, and the guy used to kill people, and the guy recently cut somebody’s ear off and was totally going to trap them in a burning building, but IT’S FINE, EVERYTHING IS FINE, A’NDI’S GOT THIS ALL UNDER CONTROL— Deep breath. “Anyway. Good luck with your arts and crafts or whatever the fuck.” A pause. “I’ll stop by tomorrow.” The brownrider’s hands shove into his pockets as he makes his exit, so he can go home and internally panic.

Yeah, yeah, Keep telling yourself that A’ndi. Just keep telling yourself that.

D’ex waves slightly, his focus now on the potential flower options for his weyr. Drat, he really would have to find a flower that matched Lady. The damn flying rat was some mis-match of green that could only be called calico chaos. How was he supposed to find a flower to match that? Maybe add some sprouts? Or? “Right, right, see ya tomorrow. Bring some red fruit if you can. I picked up a juicer recantly.” Hmmm, maybe try ferns? Or? Damn it, that wretched firelizard even managed to ruin his decore when she wasn’t trying to be a pain. Speaking of that green, with the Sun down, Lady is now UP! And ready to be busy! The svelt form blinks in with a cheerful twitter, swooping around the gardens with the chipperness that is only ever seen at night. Hello All! Miss Lady Lovely is Awake! Zynth’s rolling with Tali will be paused at this arrival and he will stand, head up to call the lizard to him. « I think now is a good time to call it a night, Taliveth. Missions Successful. Me and mine will see you and your’s tomorrow. Clear Skyies. » And the blue is darting away to fish his rider from his task.

P. S. The bundle of flowers was laid down next to the bread on the bench. HAS THE BREAD FOUND LOVE AT LAST? Tune in next time~!

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