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Same here. T^T
Tene, this is officially the best Roleplay ever. >+<
Oh god, its too much!!
Oh god, its too much!!
Skylark felt his eyes get damp. Why did he feel anger and hate everywhere? Had he... done something wrong? Families fought all the time, but it would be fine because they loved each other. Right? He assumed Edge would just regenerate soon, but was not expecting there to be red blood on his claws. Why didn't Edge have blue blood, like dragons were supposed to?
Skylark nodded solemnly as he was pushed out of the room. Holding onto his brother for support, he wished he could still be in his little egg, where everything would be safe. Everything would be happy. This... this wasn't happy at all.
Almost immediately after stepping out, his brother e,braced him tightly. Then all of a sudden, there was something warm and slippery and slimy on his mouth! It was his brother. Freezing in shock, Skylark's violet eyes widened alone with his mouth dropping open. This was too much... This was what Path and Edge were doing in the bathroom, and... He was too dazed to speak, even as he door closed shut.
Edge's stomach flipped as he saw Sleipnir kiss Skylark sloppily. His careful gaze traveled to Path and he swallowed nervously. He was done crying. He didn't have any tears left. With no water, it was taxing to cry so often. The only water was in the form of food, and even that was running low. His eyes had a new fire to them. "I kissed Sleipnir ." He said slowly. "I'm not going to lie to you anymore, Path."
Edge swallowed nervously. It was time to confront the dragon. "I want to talk about us." He began, clutching his arm as it bled and swinging his legs over the side of the bed to support himself. "I want us to be mates again. And I'm not stupid. I know you're hiding things from me. So I'm going to show you how much I trust you." He took a deep breach and stared into those golden stars.
"I know... I was like, a dragon? Something like that. Anyways, when you and the kids were gone, I was visited by one of my old comrades. He asked me to help them n a war. At first, I said yes, but then I denied him. I'm a human right now, so I'd be pretty much useless in a battlefield, you know?" He tried to force a laugh.
"I'm scared, but I'm even more scared to tell you. You've changed. You never... cared about being strong anymore. I haven't seen you cry ever since the kids were born. What the hell are you trying to prove!?!" He didn't understand. "Path, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you, as long as I'm alive. I'll give you my heart and my soul, but you have to ask for it. I don't need you to be a fearless god, I want to have someone who loves me!" He searched the dragon's eyes for anything that would show his emotions.
"Why? What did I do wrong? Tell me... and I'll try to fix it. I'd do anything for you, Path. But I don't think you know that. I kissed Sleipnir because I wanted someone to love. In the bathroom, I felt like I was making love to a statue!" A few tears fell onto his open wound. "Please... tell me what you want from me and I'll give it to you. I'll let you into my mind if you want to change me. I... I... I don't want to lose you, Path!" He said in a painted voice. "I'm human, so I make mistakes. But I don't want you treating me like a kid. Its good to care and be strong, but does the knight were his armor in the home? No. So why aren't you showing me your true emotions? I can deal with ugly. I can deal with dark. Can deal with scary, or selfish, or whatever! But I can't deal with someone who won't let me in." He finished. Now it was Path's turn to rant.
Skylark nodded solemnly as he was pushed out of the room. Holding onto his brother for support, he wished he could still be in his little egg, where everything would be safe. Everything would be happy. This... this wasn't happy at all.
Almost immediately after stepping out, his brother e,braced him tightly. Then all of a sudden, there was something warm and slippery and slimy on his mouth! It was his brother. Freezing in shock, Skylark's violet eyes widened alone with his mouth dropping open. This was too much... This was what Path and Edge were doing in the bathroom, and... He was too dazed to speak, even as he door closed shut.
Edge's stomach flipped as he saw Sleipnir kiss Skylark sloppily. His careful gaze traveled to Path and he swallowed nervously. He was done crying. He didn't have any tears left. With no water, it was taxing to cry so often. The only water was in the form of food, and even that was running low. His eyes had a new fire to them. "I kissed Sleipnir ." He said slowly. "I'm not going to lie to you anymore, Path."
Edge swallowed nervously. It was time to confront the dragon. "I want to talk about us." He began, clutching his arm as it bled and swinging his legs over the side of the bed to support himself. "I want us to be mates again. And I'm not stupid. I know you're hiding things from me. So I'm going to show you how much I trust you." He took a deep breach and stared into those golden stars.
"I know... I was like, a dragon? Something like that. Anyways, when you and the kids were gone, I was visited by one of my old comrades. He asked me to help them n a war. At first, I said yes, but then I denied him. I'm a human right now, so I'd be pretty much useless in a battlefield, you know?" He tried to force a laugh.
"I'm scared, but I'm even more scared to tell you. You've changed. You never... cared about being strong anymore. I haven't seen you cry ever since the kids were born. What the hell are you trying to prove!?!" He didn't understand. "Path, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you, as long as I'm alive. I'll give you my heart and my soul, but you have to ask for it. I don't need you to be a fearless god, I want to have someone who loves me!" He searched the dragon's eyes for anything that would show his emotions.
"Why? What did I do wrong? Tell me... and I'll try to fix it. I'd do anything for you, Path. But I don't think you know that. I kissed Sleipnir because I wanted someone to love. In the bathroom, I felt like I was making love to a statue!" A few tears fell onto his open wound. "Please... tell me what you want from me and I'll give it to you. I'll let you into my mind if you want to change me. I... I... I don't want to lose you, Path!" He said in a painted voice. "I'm human, so I make mistakes. But I don't want you treating me like a kid. Its good to care and be strong, but does the knight were his armor in the home? No. So why aren't you showing me your true emotions? I can deal with ugly. I can deal with dark. Can deal with scary, or selfish, or whatever! But I can't deal with someone who won't let me in." He finished. Now it was Path's turn to rant.
Bump. :)
Edge struggled for an answer. As a scientist, he was good at that. Clutching the baby a little bit fighter, he whispered. "That means love, too." After regaining his composure, he pushed Sleipnir away a little. He felt hot, and his heart was beating so fast. This... this wasn't right, was it? Strangely enough, it didn't seem wrong at all.
Skylark was all but sobbing. Why wasn't Daddy coming to Father? Did he not care? That couldn't be so, could it? Skylark ground his teeth together ferociously. "I don't want to play with Daddy, I want to place with you!" Skylark argued. Then, with a look of determination, he burst into the bedroom where he saw Daddy still playing with Sleipnir. With a roar, he jumped at Edge with a burst of strength. Ignoring his Daddy's cry of pain, Skylark pulled at him. Then, deciding to take it a step further, dug his claws in Edge's arm. "Father. Is. Hurt." He growled.
Edge suddenly looked up as Skylark crashed through the doors. He smiled warmly. "Oh, have you come to- Ahh!" He screamed in surprise as Skylark tackled him. Breathless from having the wind knocked out of him, he shot a confused look at the gre-haired dragon. However, before he could say anything further, he screamed once more, this time in pain, when he felt several sharp claws dig into his arm and pull out, tearing a few tendons. Gritting his teeth, violet eyes reflected pain and blood gushed about.
But after hearing what his son had to say, Edge sat up right away. Pushing Sleipnir to the side, he ran out the door, to Path. To his mate. He ran until he was onl a foot away from the dragon. It hurt to see him like this. His dragon. The one he... Still not sure if he loved him, but certain he didn't want him to be hurt. Breathing heavily, he felt his blood leaking out.
Reaching out with a single hand, Edge wordlessly grabbed him in a headlock and dragged him back to their bedroom, not allowing his blood to touch the dragon. If Path wanted to spark up conversation, Edge would ignore him. He silently yet gently put the dragon on the bed, and put a finger to his pulse. Breathing out harshly, he turned to Skylark and Sleipnir. "Don't ever do that again." He said venomously. He then averted his gaze back to Path. "We... we need to talk. No denying it anymore. We need to-" Suddenly, Edge lost it and broke down on top of Path, tears leaking onto the other's furs.
Whimpering as his Daddy threatened him, Skylarl shrunk back and hugged his brother in comfort. Of all the scary things they had seen... Daddy was the worst!
Skylark was all but sobbing. Why wasn't Daddy coming to Father? Did he not care? That couldn't be so, could it? Skylark ground his teeth together ferociously. "I don't want to play with Daddy, I want to place with you!" Skylark argued. Then, with a look of determination, he burst into the bedroom where he saw Daddy still playing with Sleipnir. With a roar, he jumped at Edge with a burst of strength. Ignoring his Daddy's cry of pain, Skylark pulled at him. Then, deciding to take it a step further, dug his claws in Edge's arm. "Father. Is. Hurt." He growled.
Edge suddenly looked up as Skylark crashed through the doors. He smiled warmly. "Oh, have you come to- Ahh!" He screamed in surprise as Skylark tackled him. Breathless from having the wind knocked out of him, he shot a confused look at the gre-haired dragon. However, before he could say anything further, he screamed once more, this time in pain, when he felt several sharp claws dig into his arm and pull out, tearing a few tendons. Gritting his teeth, violet eyes reflected pain and blood gushed about.
But after hearing what his son had to say, Edge sat up right away. Pushing Sleipnir to the side, he ran out the door, to Path. To his mate. He ran until he was onl a foot away from the dragon. It hurt to see him like this. His dragon. The one he... Still not sure if he loved him, but certain he didn't want him to be hurt. Breathing heavily, he felt his blood leaking out.
Reaching out with a single hand, Edge wordlessly grabbed him in a headlock and dragged him back to their bedroom, not allowing his blood to touch the dragon. If Path wanted to spark up conversation, Edge would ignore him. He silently yet gently put the dragon on the bed, and put a finger to his pulse. Breathing out harshly, he turned to Skylark and Sleipnir. "Don't ever do that again." He said venomously. He then averted his gaze back to Path. "We... we need to talk. No denying it anymore. We need to-" Suddenly, Edge lost it and broke down on top of Path, tears leaking onto the other's furs.
Whimpering as his Daddy threatened him, Skylarl shrunk back and hugged his brother in comfort. Of all the scary things they had seen... Daddy was the worst!
Bachus nodded. He was not one to speak without reason. Now that that troublesome prince was gone, there was no need to put his thoughts into words. Frey couldn't understand much about body language. Either that, or he just loved to push everyone's buttons. After a second of thinking, the sorcerer detmined it was probably a mixture of the two.
Adjusting his robes so they were comletely straight and wrinke-free, he tapped a foot to the ground. Putting up a hand in a silent farewell, the wise old sorcerer calmly at rode out of the room. He couldn't imagine what Asbel would do- he divine creature was not easy to read. Attacking Frey would be idiotic, and the king and queen might get somewhat upset. Somewhat- they didn't really care about Frey, either. Chuckling slightly, Bachus made his way back to his tower.
Frey bit his lip nervously. While the initial pain was clouded by his malice, it was throbbing now, and he really didn't want it to scar. If nothing else, he still retained his charming appearance. Turning his head quickly as the door burst open, Frey's eyes met the ones of one of the castle servants, Aren. Unlike all the other nobles in the castle, Frey hadn't any personal assistants. Why? Well, because 'Only well-behaved princes get person all servants'!
Quite honestly, that wasn't the real reason. It was truly that nobody would volunteer to be around him more than required. He made their lives a living hell anyways, but if they had to wait on him hand and foot all the time...
Well, they'd lose their sanity rather quickly, that much was for sure. Frey almost sighed in relief when he realized it was Aren. The boy was only a few months younger than him, and was one of the lower servants who actually had to deal with him. Frey saw him as a nice guy who he didn't hate as much as he hated everyone else. The only other people who deserved that honor was the castle oracle, some other servants and surprisingly, one of his brother's dragon.
Normally, he would refuse help, but his hand was really hurting. It was how he had bonded with the dragon. The dragon saw his more innocent side that was only unveiled when he was hurt. As such, Frey tried not to be hurt when around others, but in this situation it couldn't be helped. "Please... Aren... can you help me? I beg of you, Aren, please don't tell anyone about this!" He said in a genuine, polite voice that wasn't akin to him. "And don't get Bachus, either!" He added. Blushing profusely, he was embrassed at having to beg his servant.
Adjusting his robes so they were comletely straight and wrinke-free, he tapped a foot to the ground. Putting up a hand in a silent farewell, the wise old sorcerer calmly at rode out of the room. He couldn't imagine what Asbel would do- he divine creature was not easy to read. Attacking Frey would be idiotic, and the king and queen might get somewhat upset. Somewhat- they didn't really care about Frey, either. Chuckling slightly, Bachus made his way back to his tower.
Frey bit his lip nervously. While the initial pain was clouded by his malice, it was throbbing now, and he really didn't want it to scar. If nothing else, he still retained his charming appearance. Turning his head quickly as the door burst open, Frey's eyes met the ones of one of the castle servants, Aren. Unlike all the other nobles in the castle, Frey hadn't any personal assistants. Why? Well, because 'Only well-behaved princes get person all servants'!
Quite honestly, that wasn't the real reason. It was truly that nobody would volunteer to be around him more than required. He made their lives a living hell anyways, but if they had to wait on him hand and foot all the time...
Well, they'd lose their sanity rather quickly, that much was for sure. Frey almost sighed in relief when he realized it was Aren. The boy was only a few months younger than him, and was one of the lower servants who actually had to deal with him. Frey saw him as a nice guy who he didn't hate as much as he hated everyone else. The only other people who deserved that honor was the castle oracle, some other servants and surprisingly, one of his brother's dragon.
Normally, he would refuse help, but his hand was really hurting. It was how he had bonded with the dragon. The dragon saw his more innocent side that was only unveiled when he was hurt. As such, Frey tried not to be hurt when around others, but in this situation it couldn't be helped. "Please... Aren... can you help me? I beg of you, Aren, please don't tell anyone about this!" He said in a genuine, polite voice that wasn't akin to him. "And don't get Bachus, either!" He added. Blushing profusely, he was embrassed at having to beg his servant.
Alright. Well you know I'm here for you, man/girl.
That being said, I don't mind waiting. :3
That being said, I don't mind waiting. :3
Aw, thanks. :3 I love your ability to make characters, by the way.
I'll try to post in the morning. xD
I'll try to post in the morning. xD
Skylark at first did as he was told, sitting on the bed and bouncing a bit. He didn't feel like playing with Daddy right now. He just felt oddly... itchy? It was a strange emotion, and he couldn't level it. However, with his sensitive ears, he could hear something crash. Getting up right away, Skylark ran out the room and to his Father. "Father! Father! Are you alright?" He was horrified. He was always so strong, and Skylark hated seeing the white dragon this way. "Path..."
Edge finished with Sleipnir , and placed him on his lap. It was a little awkward, because Edge wasn't even twice the size of him. Nevertheless, he rubbed their noses together, saying, "This means love..." Smiling all the while, violet met violet.
Suddenly, Edge pulled Sleipnir forward and attacked his mouth. Tenderly, he lapped at the other's lips. As if he was... kissing his mate. Sucking on Sleipnir's bottom lip with a hunger. As a baby, he didn't expect Sleipnir to know what was going on. Then again, this was a dragon and not a human baby... Pulling away, Edge smiled. But the smile soon broke when he realized what he had just done. He couldn't help himself, Sleipnir was just.., so...
Feeling tears prick out, Edge's grip on is child slackened. "I'm so sorry, baby... I ... I.." he didn't know what to say that could possibly justify what he had just done.
Edge finished with Sleipnir , and placed him on his lap. It was a little awkward, because Edge wasn't even twice the size of him. Nevertheless, he rubbed their noses together, saying, "This means love..." Smiling all the while, violet met violet.
Suddenly, Edge pulled Sleipnir forward and attacked his mouth. Tenderly, he lapped at the other's lips. As if he was... kissing his mate. Sucking on Sleipnir's bottom lip with a hunger. As a baby, he didn't expect Sleipnir to know what was going on. Then again, this was a dragon and not a human baby... Pulling away, Edge smiled. But the smile soon broke when he realized what he had just done. He couldn't help himself, Sleipnir was just.., so...
Feeling tears prick out, Edge's grip on is child slackened. "I'm so sorry, baby... I ... I.." he didn't know what to say that could possibly justify what he had just done.
I was just making sure you weren't bored or anything. xD
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