Post by Kira on Oct 23, 2010 19:29:59 GMT -5
Who: K’roi and Tess. ♥
What: What happened between Tess following a familiar figure…and running back to the infirmary.
When: During Trith’s Flight.
Where: Unfinished area of the Weyr.
Warnings: None?To Tess’s disappointment, haha! XD
Note: Rouxy and I did this over AIM, so it’s all being posted at once! I’m the blue, she’s the purple.
She could still feel the pangs of a woeful fire-lizard echoing in the back of her mind, but her curiosity was piqued. She only knew of one person who walked around wearing all-white (as her quick glance had led her to believe this person was), and he was supposed to be several hundred clicks away at Honshu. Creeping back along the hallway, she peeked around the corner she was sure the figure had disappeared around, hoping the person hadn't turned another hallway just yet. They were in one of the rougher areas of the Weyr, full of half-hewn Rider weyrs and hallways that would eventually lead to more than dead-ends.
Shard it, shells and scorchit all. Gareth was in his head, and he was all turned around. He veered right on a wingtip one second, and turned left down a semi-familiar hallway the next. He wasn't going to make it to the flight rooms, that was for sure. A bright flash of color entered his head as Sakki sent a worried question, and it cleared his head enough to let him enter a nearly finished but empty weyr. This would have to do. He'd gone alone on flights before, and he didn't want to maul some unsuspecting drudge or youngling. Goldflight lust could be powerful, too powerful. Gareth took his thoughts, and he began pacing the room while the bronze flew the skies.
She just managed to glimpse the figure turn another corner, but still hadn't seen enough to know for certain. Giving a little stomp of her foot in vexation, she continued down that hall too and peeked around the corner again. A nearly finished weyr was what she found, with her friend pacing the length of it. Not really piecing together in her mind that K'roi would be just as affected as any other Rider, she leaned against the doorway in amusement. "So I take it darling Gareth ditched you for a woman?" she teased cheekily. K'roi-baiting was quite honestly her favorite pastime. S'lain-baiting was a close second, but he bit back better.
The wind was a blessing against his skin, the golden beauty just ahead. She dove, he followed. She twirled into a quick spin, and he barrel rolled after, his wings taunt pinnets in the stiff breeze off the ocean. The salt spray was a refreshing -what? The weyrleader turned at the sound of something. A female. She was pretty, but not the queen. Where was the queen? She hid, no doubt, hid in the game. He'd wait until she showed herself, he was patient, oh so patient. He blinked and suddenly 'female' became Tess, and his breath caught. "Go away Tess... you need to leave before..." his eyes widened as Gareth dove after Trith, and he became the bronze again. He took a few steps towards her, something -needy- in his eyes.
Oh. Oh shards. He was caught up in Flightlust, and she was an idiot. Eying the doorway, she edged back toward it slowly. She made it a point that she was nobody's Flightmoth, and any lovers she took were after her and not some other. Secretly, she knew that - if asked - there were two people in the world who she'd make an exception for. Before her stood one of them, with a look in his eyes that at once broke her heart and made her breath catch. She knew that going through a Flight alone was torment to a Rider - especially if they won. And she had her confidence in Gareth's abilities. If left alone and someone else stumbled upon him... She shivered at the thought. But that didn't mean she should stay. He wasn't himself enough to choose, and he'd already told her to go (even if it was for her own sake). Finally, she decided she'd wait at the end of that hall and keep watch. Yes. That was a grand idea. Except he was a lot closer now and she still had another step before she was out of the room. Oops.
The female moved away, and he moved closer, tempting, teasing, drawing near and then further away. The queen moved away too, but Gareth/K'roi followed at an easy pace, winging this way and that, a delightful play of the winds that eddied around her glowing form. His hand/paw dared to touch her, a brief caress of a shoulder, and he was gone again, sweeping wide around the weyr. Would she be angry? Some were, some didn't like to be touched till -they- said it was allowed. He watched the female, watched her move away. Away was it? He'd follow then. Always following. He'd catch her though, oh yes. There were no other males -yes there were!- his head snapped side to side, haunting images of bronze brown and blue at his sides, other chasers. He closed in on her, pressured to show his best.
Another half-step back, and he took a full one forward. Even if she stepped out the door now, he would reach her before she could truly leave. He had reached out and brushed her shoulder, and she shuddered. She was usually good at ignoring the Flightlust when it washed over the Weyr, but being in such close proximity to a participant...it was practically rolling off of him. Giving a tiny shake to her head to clear it, she reached out to hover her hands near K'roi's chest. "K'roi," she said sternly, hoping to pull his attention back to the man for at least a few moments. She wasn't sure if that would work, but she had to try. "It's okay," she told him softly, wondering if his previous words were his wish or for her own sake. "If you need, it's okay. Tell me to go again though, and I will." It wouldn't be pleasant if he told her to go again; she'd probably have to hurt him a bit to hinder him enough for her to get away. It would be temporary, knowing enough about the body as she did, but it would still hurt like a Threadscore. She didn't let him know this, of course. Her hands, from their placement, could as easily strike out as they could press forward to his chest.
There was no boundary between man and dragon now, they were one. Their particularly deep bond drew the man down into the flight until he barely knew himself for having two legs. The queen was the sun, and a surrogate was there posing as her. Still, her skin was smooth and fair, and she was as beautiful, with a halo of mousy hair seemingly mussed. Was that a shadow of wings? The dragonman couldn't tell. The Gareth part of him wove an intricate dance behind the golden one, wings straining for speed and maneuverability. The man took gentle hold of the female before him, hands on shoulders again in a movement that was half caressing. Was he allowed then? His face drew closer peering into eyes that suddenly dawned familiar on the man again. A healer, a friend. "Tess?" he questioned, before something violent suddenly had him whipping away from her and sprinting across the open weyr to the ledge, skidding to a near stop right before he'd plummet over. "NO!" he shouted, two dragons in his paired dragonsight as Gareth roared his own raging denial. Two dragons, one golden, the other dark and unknown. Spiraling down, down, the rage of the queen ripping through his mind. K'roi fell to his knees, suddenly the man as Gareth broke their intimate connection with a bewildering wrench, the roars of dragons reaching him even from the flight's distant location.
K'roi reached out for her again, and Tess let him. Though gentle were his hands on her shoulders, she felt a warmth radiating from them that made her shiver. So that was the decision then. She felt her eyes flutter as she gave over, for once, to the lust that washed over the Weyr. His face drew nearer, and she tilted her own to make up for the inch of height that separated them- But then she was violently tossed away. She staggered and caught herself on the wall, shock the only thing registering in her partially lust-dulled mind. Why was he…?
Then a voice rang in her mind. A dragon – a bronze, most likely, but not Gareth. And he was saying…WHAT?! She cursed aloud as the words sunk in. So that was why he’d shoved her away… It minutely soothed the odd pang of hurt that had sprung up from somewhere. A quicksnap shake of her head and she was thinking clearly again. No, no time to ponder over that weird disappointment. If someone had hurt the queen, then she would need attention. And perhaps the other chasers. And even perhaps their riders! She was no dragonhealer, but she was Healer and she could still help. Plus, those dimglow assistants were probably off canoodling or stuck in shock. …Er.
Shaking her head again, she glanced over to K’roi. Something pulled at her to go over to him, but she…couldn’t. And well, shardit, she was admittedly rather embarrassed too. “I…I should go to help. There could be…some hurt,” she said lamely, then whipped around the corner and ran. It was a coward move, in some ways, but she didn’t have time to think about that just yet. Using her escape to a better advantage, she hiked up her skirts and took off full tilt – skidding around corners – making it to the infirmary in record time. There were indeed some assistants to bark at, and she managed to lose herself in readying the bays for injured dragons. Faranth knew they would need them.
She would think about why it had hurt later. …A lot later. …Maybe.
((...And later K'roi got to be angry AND blueballed, since Roux didn't give me another reply. ;D))
What: What happened between Tess following a familiar figure…and running back to the infirmary.
When: During Trith’s Flight.
Where: Unfinished area of the Weyr.
Warnings: None?
Note: Rouxy and I did this over AIM, so it’s all being posted at once! I’m the blue, she’s the purple.
She could still feel the pangs of a woeful fire-lizard echoing in the back of her mind, but her curiosity was piqued. She only knew of one person who walked around wearing all-white (as her quick glance had led her to believe this person was), and he was supposed to be several hundred clicks away at Honshu. Creeping back along the hallway, she peeked around the corner she was sure the figure had disappeared around, hoping the person hadn't turned another hallway just yet. They were in one of the rougher areas of the Weyr, full of half-hewn Rider weyrs and hallways that would eventually lead to more than dead-ends.
Shard it, shells and scorchit all. Gareth was in his head, and he was all turned around. He veered right on a wingtip one second, and turned left down a semi-familiar hallway the next. He wasn't going to make it to the flight rooms, that was for sure. A bright flash of color entered his head as Sakki sent a worried question, and it cleared his head enough to let him enter a nearly finished but empty weyr. This would have to do. He'd gone alone on flights before, and he didn't want to maul some unsuspecting drudge or youngling. Goldflight lust could be powerful, too powerful. Gareth took his thoughts, and he began pacing the room while the bronze flew the skies.
She just managed to glimpse the figure turn another corner, but still hadn't seen enough to know for certain. Giving a little stomp of her foot in vexation, she continued down that hall too and peeked around the corner again. A nearly finished weyr was what she found, with her friend pacing the length of it. Not really piecing together in her mind that K'roi would be just as affected as any other Rider, she leaned against the doorway in amusement. "So I take it darling Gareth ditched you for a woman?" she teased cheekily. K'roi-baiting was quite honestly her favorite pastime. S'lain-baiting was a close second, but he bit back better.
The wind was a blessing against his skin, the golden beauty just ahead. She dove, he followed. She twirled into a quick spin, and he barrel rolled after, his wings taunt pinnets in the stiff breeze off the ocean. The salt spray was a refreshing -what? The weyrleader turned at the sound of something. A female. She was pretty, but not the queen. Where was the queen? She hid, no doubt, hid in the game. He'd wait until she showed herself, he was patient, oh so patient. He blinked and suddenly 'female' became Tess, and his breath caught. "Go away Tess... you need to leave before..." his eyes widened as Gareth dove after Trith, and he became the bronze again. He took a few steps towards her, something -needy- in his eyes.
Oh. Oh shards. He was caught up in Flightlust, and she was an idiot. Eying the doorway, she edged back toward it slowly. She made it a point that she was nobody's Flightmoth, and any lovers she took were after her and not some other. Secretly, she knew that - if asked - there were two people in the world who she'd make an exception for. Before her stood one of them, with a look in his eyes that at once broke her heart and made her breath catch. She knew that going through a Flight alone was torment to a Rider - especially if they won. And she had her confidence in Gareth's abilities. If left alone and someone else stumbled upon him... She shivered at the thought. But that didn't mean she should stay. He wasn't himself enough to choose, and he'd already told her to go (even if it was for her own sake). Finally, she decided she'd wait at the end of that hall and keep watch. Yes. That was a grand idea. Except he was a lot closer now and she still had another step before she was out of the room. Oops.
The female moved away, and he moved closer, tempting, teasing, drawing near and then further away. The queen moved away too, but Gareth/K'roi followed at an easy pace, winging this way and that, a delightful play of the winds that eddied around her glowing form. His hand/paw dared to touch her, a brief caress of a shoulder, and he was gone again, sweeping wide around the weyr. Would she be angry? Some were, some didn't like to be touched till -they- said it was allowed. He watched the female, watched her move away. Away was it? He'd follow then. Always following. He'd catch her though, oh yes. There were no other males -yes there were!- his head snapped side to side, haunting images of bronze brown and blue at his sides, other chasers. He closed in on her, pressured to show his best.
Another half-step back, and he took a full one forward. Even if she stepped out the door now, he would reach her before she could truly leave. He had reached out and brushed her shoulder, and she shuddered. She was usually good at ignoring the Flightlust when it washed over the Weyr, but being in such close proximity to a participant...it was practically rolling off of him. Giving a tiny shake to her head to clear it, she reached out to hover her hands near K'roi's chest. "K'roi," she said sternly, hoping to pull his attention back to the man for at least a few moments. She wasn't sure if that would work, but she had to try. "It's okay," she told him softly, wondering if his previous words were his wish or for her own sake. "If you need, it's okay. Tell me to go again though, and I will." It wouldn't be pleasant if he told her to go again; she'd probably have to hurt him a bit to hinder him enough for her to get away. It would be temporary, knowing enough about the body as she did, but it would still hurt like a Threadscore. She didn't let him know this, of course. Her hands, from their placement, could as easily strike out as they could press forward to his chest.
There was no boundary between man and dragon now, they were one. Their particularly deep bond drew the man down into the flight until he barely knew himself for having two legs. The queen was the sun, and a surrogate was there posing as her. Still, her skin was smooth and fair, and she was as beautiful, with a halo of mousy hair seemingly mussed. Was that a shadow of wings? The dragonman couldn't tell. The Gareth part of him wove an intricate dance behind the golden one, wings straining for speed and maneuverability. The man took gentle hold of the female before him, hands on shoulders again in a movement that was half caressing. Was he allowed then? His face drew closer peering into eyes that suddenly dawned familiar on the man again. A healer, a friend. "Tess?" he questioned, before something violent suddenly had him whipping away from her and sprinting across the open weyr to the ledge, skidding to a near stop right before he'd plummet over. "NO!" he shouted, two dragons in his paired dragonsight as Gareth roared his own raging denial. Two dragons, one golden, the other dark and unknown. Spiraling down, down, the rage of the queen ripping through his mind. K'roi fell to his knees, suddenly the man as Gareth broke their intimate connection with a bewildering wrench, the roars of dragons reaching him even from the flight's distant location.
K'roi reached out for her again, and Tess let him. Though gentle were his hands on her shoulders, she felt a warmth radiating from them that made her shiver. So that was the decision then. She felt her eyes flutter as she gave over, for once, to the lust that washed over the Weyr. His face drew nearer, and she tilted her own to make up for the inch of height that separated them- But then she was violently tossed away. She staggered and caught herself on the wall, shock the only thing registering in her partially lust-dulled mind. Why was he…?
Then a voice rang in her mind. A dragon – a bronze, most likely, but not Gareth. And he was saying…WHAT?! She cursed aloud as the words sunk in. So that was why he’d shoved her away… It minutely soothed the odd pang of hurt that had sprung up from somewhere. A quicksnap shake of her head and she was thinking clearly again. No, no time to ponder over that weird disappointment. If someone had hurt the queen, then she would need attention. And perhaps the other chasers. And even perhaps their riders! She was no dragonhealer, but she was Healer and she could still help. Plus, those dimglow assistants were probably off canoodling or stuck in shock. …Er.
Shaking her head again, she glanced over to K’roi. Something pulled at her to go over to him, but she…couldn’t. And well, shardit, she was admittedly rather embarrassed too. “I…I should go to help. There could be…some hurt,” she said lamely, then whipped around the corner and ran. It was a coward move, in some ways, but she didn’t have time to think about that just yet. Using her escape to a better advantage, she hiked up her skirts and took off full tilt – skidding around corners – making it to the infirmary in record time. There were indeed some assistants to bark at, and she managed to lose herself in readying the bays for injured dragons. Faranth knew they would need them.
She would think about why it had hurt later. …A lot later. …Maybe.
((...And later K'roi got to be angry AND blueballed, since Roux didn't give me another reply. ;D))