[ these rolls are so good. dion generally doesn't really care for sparring, after many years of the monotony of training his body. but occasionally, he's pushed enough that the exertion of it burns his blood a little hotter to the point that he actually feels excitement.
nodd finally falls, and dion digs his lance into the centre of his chest to keep him down, hair out of place, and sweating as he leans over nodd.
he's smiling, and throughout the course of the fight his appearance has changed slightly, usually brown eyes a bright gold and pupils slit. white scales shimmer over his the scant exposed skin of his neck and jaw, while two dragon-like horns extend out from his hair.
it fades as the fervour of the fight fades, and he shifts his stance back, lifting his lance and holding out a hand to help nodd up. ]
Well fought. That was more enjoyable than I expected.
[ if directly asked after chugging a truth serum, perhaps nodd will admit he was distracted at the end by dion's physical shifts. the scales and horns and the dazzling sparkles. the whole dion package bearing down on him, weapon in hand.
nodd never claimed to be a good man, not once, not ever in sincerity.
he pants on the ground, reeling as the lance prods dead center in his chest. nodd's pupils have all but fully consumed his irises.
a hand over his face instead of taking dion's. his eyelashes flutter between his spread fingers. ]
[ he isn't at all fazed by the answer or nodd's reluctance to take his hand, so he just leans down to take one in hand on his own so that he can pull nodd up.
the floor is no place to rest. ]
I'm rather parched myself. Unfortunately, I don't believe there is a fountain in this space.
[ there are towels though, of which dion will take one to wipe his face and neck. ]
You're welcome to drink from my canteen if you would like.
[ pulled to his feet, nodd remains deadweight for most of it. he frowns, glancing off to the side. back to dion.
he follows him to the towels, steps light, brain buzzing. and when dion has one briefly around his neck to wipe it, nodd grabs for either end. he uses that leash to pull dion down, stopping when their mouths are about a half inch apart. noses possibly bump. ]
I find you repulsive.
[ the kiss, when it comes, is strong yet fleeting. and then a second later, nodd is fleeing. goodbye forever. it was cool knowing u. ]
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nodd finally falls, and dion digs his lance into the centre of his chest to keep him down, hair out of place, and sweating as he leans over nodd.
he's smiling, and throughout the course of the fight his appearance has changed slightly, usually brown eyes a bright gold and pupils slit. white scales shimmer over his the scant exposed skin of his neck and jaw, while two dragon-like horns extend out from his hair.
it fades as the fervour of the fight fades, and he shifts his stance back, lifting his lance and holding out a hand to help nodd up. ]
Well fought. That was more enjoyable than I expected.
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nodd never claimed to be a good man, not once, not ever in sincerity.
he pants on the ground, reeling as the lance prods dead center in his chest. nodd's pupils have all but fully consumed his irises.
a hand over his face instead of taking dion's. his eyelashes flutter between his spread fingers. ]
I should let you know I'm bone dry right now.
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the floor is no place to rest. ]
I'm rather parched myself. Unfortunately, I don't believe there is a fountain in this space.
[ there are towels though, of which dion will take one to wipe his face and neck. ]
You're welcome to drink from my canteen if you would like.
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he follows him to the towels, steps light, brain buzzing. and when dion has one briefly around his neck to wipe it, nodd grabs for either end. he uses that leash to pull dion down, stopping when their mouths are about a half inch apart. noses possibly bump. ]
I find you repulsive.
[ the kiss, when it comes, is strong yet fleeting. and then a second later, nodd is fleeing. goodbye forever. it was cool knowing u. ]