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Post by Lark on Dec 16, 2011 20:52:44 GMT -5
The greenrider expected for him to back away, or to hit her, or something of the sort. Instead he pulled her in closer and continued to kiss her. Oh...okay...I could get used to this then...I mean if he's going to keep going..uh...yeah. I'm going to shut up now. Except by the end of her internal dialogue, he had pulled away. There was a moment that she tensed, ready for him to yell at her or something. However, when he caught his breath she instantly relaxed.
She laughed softly, just a brief sound under her breath as he tried to find the right words. It cut off though at the sound of his voice as he spoke for real. Panille knew it was cliche, that it was girly and immature of her, but her heart melted in that instance and she went to lean against him. So..she had chosen right then? Looking up at him, she fought against the nervous fluttering in her heart. He could still have done it for fun, she wasn't necessarily safe yet. Oh why do you insist on making this so hard?
Iliath hissed at Hers, flaring her wings and lashing her tail behind her. Looking at Aphath she shook her head. Kindly tell Yours that Mine is being stupid and paranoid about being misled again. She snorted, lowering herself back on her haunches. Panille groaned and shook her head. "I hate her sometimes....dimglow green can't keep her mouth shut." She looked away from F'lon and then back at him. "Do you really mean it? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie either...I guess it was a reflex."
Just a reflex? Wow that was real lame love.
It was true though.
Still pretty lame.
"Oh shut up already!" Panille closed her eyes and then snapped them open. "Sorry, not you. She's being...well...." Pan let her words drift off and shrugged. |
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Post by Zero on Dec 16, 2011 21:40:25 GMT -5
His little Aphath happily repeated what the larger green had previously stated and F’lon smirked inwardly to himself at hearing the message. Was it just him or was there a twisted little sing-song tone in the young amy’s words? The thief made the mental note to stop letting her hang around his cousins garnet so much. He smiled gently as he felt her lean just that little bit more into him and he sighed a little, content to simply rest his chin lightly on her head for now.
No slapping, no dragons chasing and threatening to eat him, and no knives. So far this little meeting wasn’t half bad. At least no one’s been stabbed. Musing silently to himself, F’lon almost missed her next words. “Do I mean it?” He repeated slowly, looking down at her with an all too familiar look in his eyes. “Do I mean it… If you ask me if I mean it one more time I’ll…” The thief paused there, whether it was for effect or simply to buy enough time to think of something decent, either way he’d never tell. “I’ll feed you to my brothers wher and she’s a particularly feisty little thing too!”
Playfully sticking his tongue out at her, F’lon quickly scooped her up in his arms and while ignoring the pain in his hand made his way back to the baths with her in tow. Holding on tight in case she struggled, the thief stepped up to the very edge of the water and held her over the warm waters as though he were about to drop her in at any moment. “Now do you think I meant it or not?” With a playful grin he waited for her answer, as a yes would lead her to dry land and a no would mean she’s taking another dip.
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Post by Lark on Dec 16, 2011 21:48:40 GMT -5
She laughed out right when he mentioned his brother's wher. She couldn't help it. "I think that Iliath could easily handle a wheret." Panille emphasized the wheret part as she moved in to kiss his shoulder, however he was soon scooping her into his arms with a loud protest from her and they were heading back to the bathing caverns. "What are you...what?!?! F'lon!!" She wiggled only to wrap herself around him when she realized that probably wasn't the best idea.
So he wanted to know if she believed him. The greenrider was a moment's time away from saying yes when a suddenly devious thought crossed her mind. A slight smirk curled her lips upward but she hid it behind her hair as she looked down at him. "No...I just...I'm not sure..I want to..." She said the words, coyly with a hint of uncertainty that was much more on the playful side then the actual worried one.
When he went to drop her, which she knew he was going to do, what else could he have meant...she held on tight and pulled him with her as best she could. Oh yes, if she was going in, he was coming with her! That's my girl!
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Post by Zero on Dec 16, 2011 22:12:12 GMT -5
The moment he stepped up to the waters edge he got a bad feeling. Not for himself though oh no, this was for her. See no matter what answer she gave him, yes or no, in the end she was still going to wind up in that water. Naturally he was expecting a quick and happy yes, so at least he could have stolen another kiss before dunking her in the baths. Safe to say he hadn’t expected her to turn his little joke back around on himself.
The moment the words "no" left her lips, he frowned. Ah but rules are rules. “Sorry beautiful, but in ya go!” He had barely uttered the last word when he found himself being yanked forward by the greenrider he thought he had outsmarted. Arms flailed as he tried to keep his balance but it would seem she had outsmarted him this time and with a grunt and a large splash the thief was right back in the bath water, only this time he was fully clothed and armed.
Breaking the surface, he struggled at first to find his footing and even slipped under the surface a few times just to come back up coughing and sputtering. “That…was just a dirty trick.” Sloshing through the water, the thief made his way to the edge of the water to either get out, or at least save his boots and knives before they were ruined by the sand and water.
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Post by Lark on Dec 16, 2011 22:30:59 GMT -5
"Comes from the thief who decided to overtake a defenseless weyrgirl?"
She countered his words with a playful jest of her own, smiling at him as he swam away. The greenrider didn't want him angry though, and he did seem a touch upset that his plans were ruined. Following after him, she picked up an eye-brow. "Would have been a better plan if you had worn less my dear weyrling." She teased at him lightly, knowing full well that she had been the cause of him dressing fully.
Moving to place a hand on his shoulder though, she tilted her head a bit. "It gives me a reason to warm you up though." Her voice was soft, quiet comparatively to her louder jests. Besides, knowing F'lon this is exactly where they would end up. He just was sore about his possessions, that was nothing new though. "Relax, steel dries and so do boots. You tend to learn a thing or two about that when you live Ina place surrounded by water." She swam around him, dipping under the surface and going away a few feet before swimming back.
At least she was starting to enjoy herself again. He hadn't changed his mind, though a tiny bit in the back of her head said the one word she hated most. Yet. He hadn't changed his mind yet. Shaking the thought away, Panille wadded back to him, wanting to move into his arms. I just hope he doesn't take advantage of that... Out loud she looked up at him and smiled slightly. "I did say I'd warm you up again." Of course it was an excuse to hug him again, but oh well.
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Post by Zero on Dec 18, 2011 0:10:55 GMT -5
“Defenseless?” He laughed and shook his head but continued to wade towards the waters edge. He wiggled out of his boots and dumped the majority of the water out before setting them, and his knives, out to dry. “Yeah about as defenseless as a new hatchling.” Shaking his head, he pulled his focus away from his waterlogged items and eyed her as she swam and floated about.
“Steel still rusts though…” F’lon seemed to mumble under his breath as he cast another look back at his drying weapons. He wasn’t mad by any means, just a little upset with himself more then anything that he had allowed himself to be put in this situation. Almost as if it was already a natural reaction, the second she moved in close to “warm him up”, his own arms were wrapping around her to pull her in closer. From time to time he still grumbled about his belongings.
“This is payback…isn’t it? For that once upon a time when I broke into your room, huh?” He inquired at long last, partially serious but there still was the lightest trace of teasing and playfulness still in his voice.
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Post by Lark on Dec 18, 2011 0:31:14 GMT -5
Panille hummed as be pulled her closer and asked about if her actions were pay back or not. Shaking her head, she smiled innocently. "Whatever do you mean? Oh! You mean the thing you stole then I got back? Oh no, you already paid for that one. Though you don't know it." She hummed again, coyly refusing to give any information on just how he had already paid for it. Instead she continued. "Actually this is for something you'll no doubt do in the future." Panille nodded, agreeing with herself before splashing water his way.
"As for being as helpless as a hatchling, depends on the hatchling F'lon." There were those that couldn't harm a fly.....then there were those like Iliath. The green chortled as she was thought of. "If I was like a certain amethyst we know I probably wouldn't do much of anything....though with being under your arm F'lon I doubt she's the same as when she hatched." Glancing to no where in particular, Panille listened for Iliath's reply. It was nothing really though, just a simple question.
"Yes, how have you affected that poor innocent little thing?" Panille laughed as she repeated her dragoness' question. Naturally that brought other ideas with it too. Sighing, Panille wiggled out of F'lon's arms slightly. "I guess we have to be careful about her for a tiny bit longer don't we? Not much though..." She closed her eyes as she tried to remember just how old the dragonet was. Yes, a month or two more then there wouldn't be any worry at all. Leaning toward him though, Pan gave the thief a quick kiss. "I guess old habits die hard though...I'm still stealing things from you." She laughed, referring to the quick kiss she had just given.
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Post by Zero on Dec 19, 2011 23:15:06 GMT -5
“So you’re going to punish me now for something I may or may not do in the future?” F’lon threw her a look a mock hurt. “Well that’s not even fair…because there’s no doubt that you’re just going to conveniently forget this moment of punishment now only to scold me later.” He moved to wipe the water from his face as she sent a wave of water his way before sending his own wave, or three, back in retaliation.
He laughed lowly as she brought up his dragon and her current behaviors. “No…no, she’s definitely a little different I’d say.” His characteristic smirk soon returned as he remembered how the young amethyst had offered to singe Pan’s hair during their previous conversation. Not that he would inform her of that. Oh no. Probably best to keep that one to himself. No use letting everyone know that the little amy had a devilish streak to her.
“She’s still trying to keep me in line though if that’s what you’re talking about. Still doesn’t approve of my dastardly ways.” The thief sighed and sank down till the water lapped at his chin. It wasn’t entirely annoying but it was definitely frustrating. A man just can’t function when a female has such intimate access to his every thought. It wasn’t right. She wiggled out of his grip and he frowned at the loss of contact. Although the frown was quickly replaced by a light grin when she leaned in and stole another kiss from him. “Oh feel free to steal those from me anytime.” He raised an eyebrow and flashed her a playful grin. “Anytime.”
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Post by Lark on Dec 21, 2011 1:21:09 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at his tone, splashing him again before moving back into his arms if he'd take her. It was warm and comfortable here, and for the first time in a while, Panille could just relax. There was no plot, no manipulation, no nothing. Breathing lightly and sighing in contentment, the greenrider moved to put her head against F'lon's shoulder. Yes, this was quite nice.
"As for your dastardly ways, it's good she's keeping you out of trouble. You get to see your kid that way." She smiled softly at him, remembering when they had met after The Great Storm had sent refugees to Trelis from the ruined hold. Even now Soloace was still pretty desolate though gaining its numbers slowly. "And as for forgetting about paying you back for something in the future, I never forget." She smirked at him, narrowing her eyes too to make her point.
Iliath wasn't the only one who could hold a grudge or remember a debt in their pairing. "Oh and remember to tell me to show you something in my weyr...I think you might find it interesting." She laughed finding the double meaning inher words but knowing they meant something quite different. Oh no, a certain token of their relationship, or more specifically it's start, was there. Something she was sure he would be astonished to find was still perfectly intact. This ought to be good then.
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