+ first would be on the back of our dragons. rarely our own beds."
he stifles a laugh. he loved the days he could lounge in his own bed and sleep a little more. no dangers, no training. just his comfy bed.
"until 6? wow. big sleep-in day." playful sarcasm laced his tone, eyes turned up in a smile.
he relished the warmth emitting from her body against his. with flushed cheeks, he was glad her head was on his shoulder so he wasn't embarrassing himself further.
"it is, i guess. +
And now, here comes the eye roll. Not even a second past before a laugh escaped her.
She didn’t mean to find his pain amusing, but he had to of known better.
‘Tired? Yes, but I’ll survive. I get to sleep in until six tomorrow.’ She grinned, stifling another little yawn-
"they can't get rid of me that easy. we're the iron squad." he boasts proudly, chest puffing but he immediately regrets the movement.
his eyes flick to her eyes and lower to her mouth. "are you tired? i did keep you waiting long. should i escort you to your room?"
as much as +
She returned the gentle squeeze, a teasing eye roll following suit towards his words.
Though, she knew the trouble that would brew with the emotions and feelings she was experiencing with the other. Heck, just a smile would sometimes get a scribe dismissed.
‘Please keep your-
he gives her a nod in response before sliseag takes off after tairn.
"it's not a race," he mutters to his red swordtail. but he was glad he was in the sky.
she gives him an amused smile before putting on her flight goggles.
“ ready — ” she doesn't even finish saying it before Tairn takes off, without even waiting for Sliseag.
how thoughtful of him.
"sliseag would eat both of us with zero hesitation before he stopped flying." this causes him to laugh but he prepares himself by bracing his ribs against his hand.
there is a gentle squeeze to her hand before his thumb smoothes over the back of it. he knew he wasn't able to +
‘Tell your dragon to stop flying, it will be a similar answer to what I will give you.’ She shook her head with a chuckle escaping.
‘I’ll always worry about you and every rider I come in contact with. It’s a terrifyingly badass career you all volunteered for.’ She signed, hand-
+ communicate in her language just yet but he would try to ease his communication skills with physical reassurance.
he wanted to reach out to her - hold her - but he knew scribes were held at a higher standard of decorum than riders. last thing he wanted was for her to get +
his brow furrows just for a moment. he never took into consideration how terrifying it must be for her to watch her friends fly off into the middle of a storm and hoping they make it back.
he reaches out, touching her arm. "i don't want you to worry about me. violet and the +
Gaze torn away from the bottles, she finally chose to sit down beside him.
‘Just because it’s a part of being a rider doesn’t mean I won’t worry. Such terrible traits of selflessness you all hold.’ She huffs before her own faint smile begins to grow towards his own.
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other scribes, yes. but not me. i will try to stay safe."
he knew he couldn't promise her he would always be safe but he hoped it would quell even a sliver of her fears.
a chuckle escapes and the effort makes him cringe from the pain but his smile doesn't ease. "i look +
+ instead of daydreaming about his date, they would be off having fun.
his gaze shifts around the room and his friends take the hint and file out. he was okay and he didn't need a chaperone.
his attention shifts back to her, taking in her outfit for tonight. suddenly, he's +