Logs:Should've/Would've
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| RL Date: 3 July, 2016 |
| Who: Alida, Ilicaeth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, Harper Hall |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: More discoveries are made...but in the Hall...and in a certain blue's head. |
| Where: Private teaching room, Harper Hall; Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 3, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Snowing |
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| She'd been handed off to yet another Journeyman 4 months ago, when Alida had fulfilled, learned all that her previous teacher could offer. Each 'rung' of the performance ladder she climbed was all the more reason for the bluerider to devote even more of her precious free time to studying the art of the gitar...trying to master what she could, though Ilicaeth must always remain her primary focus. Sometimes, the fact of their Impression irked the ex-Guard, and not only when the pair had had a small rowe or needed a little time 'apart.' While Ilicaeth celebrated, enjoyed his human's continually-growing talent - her passion in playing and sometimes even in the learning of reading music - there were occasional times that he couldn't help but feel a pang or two of jealousy. He kept them strictly to himself, unwilling to curtail the blossoming of the woman he'd chosen over all others - the woman he so utterly and fiercely devoted himself to - but he could not deny the echos of love that brimmed over from Alida's mind into his when she was playing. To be certain, her 'love' of being a Guard was just as passionate, but he could perfectly understand *that*, given that the blue was just as much a Guard at heart(s) as his human. But this gut-level intensity of love for music - for something Ilicaeth couldn't really understand, but only enjoy secondhand - it made the gritty blue feel conflicted, uncertain at times, again most especially when Alida managed to discover something new and wonderful with the Harpers who taught her, or when she played perfectly, or with such passion that it visibly moved her instructors. Today was such a day - an evening, really, as a light snow drifted over the Hall, Hold, and Weyr nearby - and Ilicaeth found himself grumbling internally, on a tightly-closed mental channel, while his human grinned like a fiend as she struggled to master the intricate gitar duet with her teacher. He refused to let his jealousy ruin one whit of Alida's non-violent pleasure (something he'd 'worked' on for Turns), but - feeling a surge of internal mental heat he finally couldn't deny - the blue hurled himself away from the cliffs above the Hall, and towards Fort Weyr. Where a very glowy green dozed in curled-up complacency on her ledge. For an hour Ilicaeth waited like a gargoyle sentry - silent and snow-covered and still as stone - on an unoccupied ledge, his geothermal heat simmering slowly higher. And, just as Alida reached near the end of the most intricate passage - fraught with multiple and complex fingering patterns of strings and board itself - that green woke up, stretched, and bellowed her challenge to any male willing to answer. Bellowing back for all he was worth, Ilicaeth suddenly let loose his bottled-up emotions, turned them all into incendiary lust and a few darker wishes, hot on the green's tail as she eschewed blooding in favor of instant ascent. Back at the Harper Hall, Alida found her fingers grabbing convulsively at the strings as the song fumbled into disharmony, her eyes far away, throat swallowing convulsively as her heart suddenly beat to the rhythm of an even greater lust. "Fuuuuuck..." the bluerider growled out low and intensely, her teacher at first looking very concerned, then confused...and finally embarrassed and knowing. "We'll get it another time, I'm sure, bluerider. But..." Ahem... "Sunnuvabitch..." Beat. "Yeah. Thanks. See ya next seven..." was all Alida managed to grunt out before she simply ran for the door. Never before had she ever left her 'axe' behind, but the teaching Harper knew how to treat a gitar well, and minded it for the blonde as her brain took her concentration and her body elsewhere. It was a damned good thing that Hall and Weyr were close together, and that Alida was in good enough shape to jog quickly up to the rampart to tersely request a quick ride from one of the greens (and her visiting rider) there to the Weyr itself. By the time the greenpair had made their way through the thickening snow to the Weyr, Ilicaeth had clawed, snapped, tail-lashed, and forced his way through the gamut of other males to latch a hold onto the risen green, and make certain they were firmly joined...though not for long. Faster catches tended to equal lower flights. Angered by the interruption of her lesson, confused, and suddenly overwhelmed by Ilicaeth's incendiary lust like she'd not been in nearly a Turn, the bluerider gurgled out her mindless need, managed to groan to her transport counterpart, "Hurry, 'r it'll be too late!" The greenrider knew the other green had just been caught, and the wild look on Alida's features let her know just who had done the catching...and he instantly comprehended. It was a sight for enough eyes - if they were outside in the thick snow of Fort Weyr that early evening - to see a Fortian greenrider trying not to take advantage of his passenger - her hands and mouth all over him - as he propelled them towards the flight weyr, where a likewise randy greenrider was already pawing the nearest stand-in. The quick fight was nothing more than a snarl from Alida at seeing her 'prize' being stolen, a launch at the clueless woman, and a swift punch to the gut that sent the brownrider doubling up and instantly forgetting about the young man missing half his clothing. *His* growl quickly enough became muffled by the 'Reachian bluerider crawling all over him, and ridding both of them of their excess garments while the others swiftly departed...the punched brownie helped out by a head-shaking bronzerider. Back on her ledge, post-flight and lazy - lounging with his green lady of the moment - Ilicaeth barely remembered the reason he'd come here in the first place. But when he did...the blue dragon smirked to himself. |
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Squishy (17:13, 4 July 2016 (PDT)) said...
Hahahahahahahash. 'Caeth you jerk.
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