03-07-2020, 01:53 AM
When it came down to needs, Blits had several different ways of going about it. In his youth he'd laid down and taken whatever abuse his fellow guards would throw his way, for being discovered as a hybrid or stepping out of line would have warranted a sword's swing directed at his throat. He had feigned stupidity long before it had become his defining attribute. It was with hope of being allowed food, rest, and a place to stay. The last term was easily distributed. The former two, less so. When he had a boyfriend to protect following instances of kidnapping, Blits had felt as if his means had been justified. He had used his magic to protect the human, but it sadly was not something that lasted. Apparently concussing people for looking at the one you were married to was not viable. He'd been told off, and eventually those actions had dwindled. They still tugged at him now and again, but it was hard for those feelings to exist when he was apart from the one he loved.
It was certainly hard for him. Blits had little knowledge and his brain was fried and jumped around more than a bird attempting a game of jump rope. He couldn't think logically. His boyfriend did that for him. He was smart and very, very pretty. Smart enough to compensate for all of Blits' mental shortcomings. They did need each other. Blits with his magic and his ignorance allowing for him to coax away someone who thought there was nothing to live for, and his boyfriend with his smarts and his ability to always provide some form of comfort no matter how small or unintentional it was.They were a set. They were not to be separated, and yet here Blits was; him left to his own devices. He needed the other for the comfort, he desperately required such a thing. He needed to be there to take the weight that his beloved could not carry himself. Other needs had paled in comparison. Such was why he had put himself into a heavy state of exhaustion and had wound up practically collapsing where he currently laid. Food was not important, nor was sleep when it came to finding the ultimatum of his needs. He'd exhausted himself thoroughly.
The Sinornithosaurus carefully rubbed his lidded eyes with a fluffy wing. His mind noted that he'd have to preen them soon to keep their fluffy and clean state, but it was shoved aside as quickly as the random thought arrived. It was not important. There were things far more important at hand. Besides, usually his boyfriend did that. He didn't want to do that now, because it was an activity that could be saved for when he finally found Scot. Blits yawned, giving his head a slight shake. He still felt exhausted. How long had he been asleep for? It couldn't have been more than a few hours, he thinks while he sits more upright. His body still aches and pleas for more sleep, and swiftly those demands are nullified. He mistakes haste in Michael's words for concern, a feat that truly only Blits, perhaps not even in a groggy state, could pull off. Concerned about him? That was... definitely something nice. "I kinda figured that since nobody else was laying here, I could lay here," he mumbles. He again shakes his head, trying to force the movement to aid the process of rising from an exhausted slumber.
The aversion of gaze was not lost to Blits. The only fault was that, despite noticing it, he didn't know what it meant. It was swept under the rug, and he raised a wing to gently scratch at his crooked left horn. "No, I haven't found him yet," Blits answers. Slowly he shuffles his feet into a more comfortable sitting position. His hopes were that if he sat more upright, he'd be less likely to fall asleep during the conversation. "I couldn't even find the chicken that I briefly spoke to, either." Disappointment flickers in his tone briefly. His words stop, fried mind briefly failing to operate with exhaustion overloading him. He gives his horn a slight tug, the pain quickly bringing him back to his senses. "Haven't figured it out yet, no," he answers. Blits' eyes flicker a little, him shifting from where he remained seated. "Oh! Are you gonna help me look? Four eyes are way better than two. Not as good as three, but it works!"
His head tips in an expectant manner, exhausted eyes now glinting with a refueled determination. His body demands he lay back down, but his body is fried and is easily overturned by an equally as fried mindset. Surely he was offering aid! Blits couldn't see any other meaning behind the other's words. Besides, he'd been concerned for his well being! That was certainly pleasantries at its finest. "The land is super confusing. All the trees look the exact same. Very frustrating." With that, the vibrant creature begins trying to stand upright. Finally his tail moves again, taking the gold and silver bands with it. The limb curls, jagged and spiked end scraping at the ground as Blits hoists himself upright. He stumbles as his legs briefly refuse to obey unconscious instructions, but he rises up nonetheless. Another yawn, equally as ignored. Blits knew he likely wouldn't be able to stay awake for long, but any progress was good progress. "Where should we go first?"
It was certainly hard for him. Blits had little knowledge and his brain was fried and jumped around more than a bird attempting a game of jump rope. He couldn't think logically. His boyfriend did that for him. He was smart and very, very pretty. Smart enough to compensate for all of Blits' mental shortcomings. They did need each other. Blits with his magic and his ignorance allowing for him to coax away someone who thought there was nothing to live for, and his boyfriend with his smarts and his ability to always provide some form of comfort no matter how small or unintentional it was.They were a set. They were not to be separated, and yet here Blits was; him left to his own devices. He needed the other for the comfort, he desperately required such a thing. He needed to be there to take the weight that his beloved could not carry himself. Other needs had paled in comparison. Such was why he had put himself into a heavy state of exhaustion and had wound up practically collapsing where he currently laid. Food was not important, nor was sleep when it came to finding the ultimatum of his needs. He'd exhausted himself thoroughly.
The Sinornithosaurus carefully rubbed his lidded eyes with a fluffy wing. His mind noted that he'd have to preen them soon to keep their fluffy and clean state, but it was shoved aside as quickly as the random thought arrived. It was not important. There were things far more important at hand. Besides, usually his boyfriend did that. He didn't want to do that now, because it was an activity that could be saved for when he finally found Scot. Blits yawned, giving his head a slight shake. He still felt exhausted. How long had he been asleep for? It couldn't have been more than a few hours, he thinks while he sits more upright. His body still aches and pleas for more sleep, and swiftly those demands are nullified. He mistakes haste in Michael's words for concern, a feat that truly only Blits, perhaps not even in a groggy state, could pull off. Concerned about him? That was... definitely something nice. "I kinda figured that since nobody else was laying here, I could lay here," he mumbles. He again shakes his head, trying to force the movement to aid the process of rising from an exhausted slumber.
The aversion of gaze was not lost to Blits. The only fault was that, despite noticing it, he didn't know what it meant. It was swept under the rug, and he raised a wing to gently scratch at his crooked left horn. "No, I haven't found him yet," Blits answers. Slowly he shuffles his feet into a more comfortable sitting position. His hopes were that if he sat more upright, he'd be less likely to fall asleep during the conversation. "I couldn't even find the chicken that I briefly spoke to, either." Disappointment flickers in his tone briefly. His words stop, fried mind briefly failing to operate with exhaustion overloading him. He gives his horn a slight tug, the pain quickly bringing him back to his senses. "Haven't figured it out yet, no," he answers. Blits' eyes flicker a little, him shifting from where he remained seated. "Oh! Are you gonna help me look? Four eyes are way better than two. Not as good as three, but it works!"
His head tips in an expectant manner, exhausted eyes now glinting with a refueled determination. His body demands he lay back down, but his body is fried and is easily overturned by an equally as fried mindset. Surely he was offering aid! Blits couldn't see any other meaning behind the other's words. Besides, he'd been concerned for his well being! That was certainly pleasantries at its finest. "The land is super confusing. All the trees look the exact same. Very frustrating." With that, the vibrant creature begins trying to stand upright. Finally his tail moves again, taking the gold and silver bands with it. The limb curls, jagged and spiked end scraping at the ground as Blits hoists himself upright. He stumbles as his legs briefly refuse to obey unconscious instructions, but he rises up nonetheless. Another yawn, equally as ignored. Blits knew he likely wouldn't be able to stay awake for long, but any progress was good progress. "Where should we go first?"
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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