LukeDeadwood
Sack of Potatoes
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2018
- Location
- USA
The explanation was a bad one, Silas not knowing how to phrase things and Salis only glaring and making it worse. It served to only further confuse Kaerius — the only real reason he got some part of it was the recognition of the ‘high price’ being mentioned. He wanted to pry some more, ask for more details — especially about the part about Salis falling asleep for a long. If he was out for 800 years last time, what about this time? What, would be be like fifty, or one hundred years? Either way, they weren’t wrong. Veeios isn’t going to be okay. Even with Prism back in the picture. Kae was frowning again, biting at his lip as he glared down at the floor. Maybe it was just him, but part of him wanted to say that maybe waiting for Veeios to wake up first would be better.
Of all the things for Prism to expect for shouting at the dragon, getting hugged was not one of them. He was dead silent as Illarion nuzzled him, unable to think of anything to do aside from staying where he was. Then when the dragon pulled away he was left even more at a loss. He mouthed the words “what the fuck?”, not actually saying them as he looked around — as if the empty room would answer his questions. Then before he knew it Illarion was back, cleaned up and brushing past him like the ass he’d been when Prism got in the shower. “I have a name...” he huffed quietly to himself, glaring at Illarion but following behind him nonetheless. Part of him lit up with satisfaction when they met back up with Kae and the other two dragons, Silas getting on to Illarion for being a dick and not using his name. But the little smirk he had fell away instantly when he’d heard he and Illarion were still stuck together. Prism frowned a little bit, a thought of ‘damn’ filling his head. He shook it away, sighing as he looked at the other three and picked up on the awkward tenseness. “So uh...what’s the deal?” He asked, tilting his head.
Of all the things for Prism to expect for shouting at the dragon, getting hugged was not one of them. He was dead silent as Illarion nuzzled him, unable to think of anything to do aside from staying where he was. Then when the dragon pulled away he was left even more at a loss. He mouthed the words “what the fuck?”, not actually saying them as he looked around — as if the empty room would answer his questions. Then before he knew it Illarion was back, cleaned up and brushing past him like the ass he’d been when Prism got in the shower. “I have a name...” he huffed quietly to himself, glaring at Illarion but following behind him nonetheless. Part of him lit up with satisfaction when they met back up with Kae and the other two dragons, Silas getting on to Illarion for being a dick and not using his name. But the little smirk he had fell away instantly when he’d heard he and Illarion were still stuck together. Prism frowned a little bit, a thought of ‘damn’ filling his head. He shook it away, sighing as he looked at the other three and picked up on the awkward tenseness. “So uh...what’s the deal?” He asked, tilting his head.