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13th-dragon-prince -- [Prior]
With hands on his hips, the muscle of his tail swished along the ground; never coming in contact with it directly, the sensitive nature of those telling nerves keeping watch and level before any touch could happen.
“Bryn has yet to burn the wick.” His words made little sense in a natural context, but when one held the heat of aetherical hearts, everything could be made a candle. “Let us go. Up up!”
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Claws, at his back, the prehensile feet of Whill catching fabric as the Au Ra steadied himself, steadied himself against Bryn. He hadn't thought through the position he was suddenly in, the petite male clinging to him, hands on his collar, and close. The closeness wasn't new, but the position was, the tail around his wrist, the clacking laugh and the way he purred out those words. An honor for him. What honor, he could only guess, the soldier barely had time to think on it before wide eyes told him he had caught his interest, the wrapped closeness was relinquished, and Whillow showed off flexibility Bryn could never achieve.
It was that flexibility that had him staring, unable to take his eyes off him as the petite gecko stretched back and over, his hands hitting the dirt as his lower half was still pressed against Bryn. His breath hitched, for a moment, and then was gone, the sight of Whill so perfectly standing into a headstand without hesitation or strain something to behold. Muscles may have flexed, claws may have dug, but not a single shake in arms or body was evident, and the twitching of his tail...tiny little movements, balancing the frame like it was nothing as Bryn let out a slow breath. Dark hair hid Whillow's gaze, but not Bryn's, his eyes watching until the onyx scaled feet were back on the ground, and he found himself staring at the crouched half-dragon. His eyes crinkled slightly, peering into those expanded pupils as he saw the telltale signs of interest, and only confirmed with words.
For a moment, Bryn wondered if the Au Ra felt shame. He wondered if he ever got flustered, ever thought about what he was doing, or ever thought about his actions and teased those around him on purpose. It could be all instinct, just giving into little whims, but either way, he seemed to enjoy and know how to poke Bryn's buttons.
Before the carnivore--if stories were to be believed--decided to turn his chocobo into a meal, he listened to Whill and got up, bearing down on his rifle, using it as a brace to lift himself, toned muscles rippling under his coat as he rose, the tall, well built figure finally in full view, dwarfing Whillow by over a foot as he chuckled at his enthusiasm, whistling once for his chocobo. The red feathered bird let out an answering fweeee, running over and stopping before its owner, waiting patiently as the soldier slung his rifle onto a saddlebag, only one weighing down his mount on the right hand side. For a moment, he considered letting Whillow pull himself onto the beast, then thought better of it, recognizing the generally skittish creature may not like a clawed and toothed chicken eater on its back without any sort of buffer.
Throwing himself up onto the saddle, he swung a leg over, situated himself, and looked down at the shorter horned man, eyeing him a moment much like his chocobo was, before offering a hand and saying, "Use me to climb on, I can handle a claw or two, but Featherflame won't take kindly to it."
Featherflame let out a shrill noise in agreement, a clawed foot pawing the ground, before clacking its beak and holding its head high in pride.