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Post by Reky on Dec 27, 2010 21:56:17 GMT -5
He knew what had happened before he even opened his eyes that morning. Usually, R'fus was the first to rise and it didn't seem like this morning would be an exception. Oftentimes he'd leave right away and things would continue as normal. He and the other rider would rarely think anything of the dragonlust-induced happenings. That was how weyrlife worked. No one really cared. It suited his personality fine; he didn't like to dwell on things that would only slow him down in the long run. He had more important things to think about, like his job as a rider, and his job as a fellis dealer, and his job of not getting caught. Eondith was often the same way; little to no attachment and absolutely no dwelling on it. Today was different in that respect, though.
R'fus felt that Eondith was still sleeping, and that the dragon was genuinely content with the green he was entwined with. It would be hard to get the blue to leave Laemirath. R'fus could tell. It was something completely foreign to him to feel Eondith so attached to one particular female. Perplexing as it was, it made him smile. It was good that the blue had finally found a girl that made him happy, even if he'd probably still be the same silent, irritable, stoic dragon he always was, with a side helping of softness. The closest thing Eondith had ever felt to this was his sympathy towards the little blue wher, Kiosk. R'fus' train of thought went somewhere uncomfortable at that link. Kio. He thought of Kio. Kio who was annoying as anything, drove him crazy for multiple reasons, made him think things he really shouldn't, and managed to make him feel guilty, frustrated and happy all at the same time. It couldn't be good.
So he stopped thinking about Kio. Instead, he thought about X'mor, who was a good source of income. He felt terrible about that being the first thing he thought of when he thought of the greenrider: his addiction. X'mor was also a friend. R'fus thought of him as a friend. He pounded that into his head. He was more than a paying addict. He was a friend, too. A friend. And, apparently, as of last night, a tad more than a friend. R'fus sighed silently. Somewhere on the floor was his jacket, along with the rest of his clothing, which would have at least a tiny bottle of fellis in it. That would help...
But no. He was trying to stop that. Even if he was feeling awkward about where he was, eyes staring at the ceiling of X'mor's bedroom, with X'mor warm and held tight to him, fellis wasn't the right answer. Eondith was happy. R'fus didn't want to wake him because of his bad habits. Instead, he let Eondith's sleepy happiness infect him, and he was oddly content to lay there with X'mor until the greenrider inevitably woke. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Sakoru on Dec 27, 2010 22:56:22 GMT -5
X'mor woke slowly - much more slowly than he usually did. Waking after a flight was always this way, so he wasn't disturbed. There was always that languid, pleasant feel about it - a bit like fellis, but most certainly better for him. So it was that he didn't even bother to open his eyes yet, instead shifting a little bit in his lover's arms. He gave a sleepy, lethargic groan, and one hand found R'fus' arm, the fingers running lightly down it before the greenrider managed to wake himself up properly. He released a deep sigh, opening his eyes, and then realized that the arm over his side wasn't how it should be. It was larger than a girl's arm, stronger - somehow, thanks to Laemirath, he'd ended up in bed with a man.
And then it all came flooding back, striking his mind with all the force of a thrown rock. The muscles along his back visibly hardened, tensing so much it nearly hurt. X'mor lay there for a few long seconds, forcing himself to relax. There was no need to panic. It was a flight. That was all. However, it was complicated by two things - first, the fact that he did not sleep with men (although he didn't feel so bad about that right now because of the circumstances). Second, it was the fact that he'd ended up in bed with his friend and his dealer, all wrapped up in one package. Knowing it was enough to make the greenrider shut his eyes again. At least he'd fallen asleep with his back to R'fus so the other man couldn't see his face. Yet. Until he rolled onto his back - which he did promptly - and stared at the ceiling for a few long moments before he spoke. "R'fus," he greeted quietly. With any other man he might have just shoved them out of his weyr and had done with it. But he couldn't do that to a friend. Friend-turned-lover, rather. Ugh. Faranth, if he could do it to his dragon he'd smack her upside the head for picking Eondith.
The next thing that popped into his head, aside from the awkwardness of lying in the arms of his fellis dealer, was the fact that he wanted some of those goods... and he wanted some right now. But he didn't want to wake Lae and rouse her from a sleeping beauty into a raging fireball at this hour. He would have to suffer (and 'suffer' was an apt term for it) until R'fus was gone (which he couldn't help but hope would be soon). One hand rose to his face, rubbing over it tiredly; he drew it away and held it above him for a moment. His fingers twitched slightly; the entire hand shook so badly he might as well have had a palsy. Unwilling to showcase the need for fellis, however, X'mor dropped his hand and stealthily hid it under a fold of the blanket lying across his belly. His shoulder was touching the bluerider's, and at long last he forced himself to look at R'fus.
What were you supposed to say in this kind of a situation, exactly? 'Hello, get out of my weyr' certainly didn't seem appropriate. Nor did 'let me get some fellis.' Granted, the drug would make this a lot easier - it'd just get rid of what wits he had. Not a good solution.
Soon enough, however, Laemirath woke up. She didn't make any noise, but remained tangled with Eondith, nestling possessively against him. Normally she kicked males out of her weyr immediately, angered that they had dared stay until morning, but Eondith was special. She'd known him for a long time now, and she liked him... loved him, even, after her Flight. The green kept her eyes closed, shifting her head so it lay in direct contact with the blue's, and twined her tail more tightly around his. Sleepiness still dominated her brain, extending to X'mor, but she was capable of at least one muddled thought: Don't make them leave, Mine.
And X'mor, glad that his dragon was happy, didn't. He extended a sleepy promise to Lae, and with a satisfied croon she snuggled closer to Eondith, her beloved mate. X'mor wished he could do the same with R'fus, but that would be entirely too awkward. Entirely too awkward - and besides, he didn't like men in that way. All the same, he didn't move away. "G'mornin'," he finally mumbled, unsure of what else to say. Everything else he could have said to another man would be entirely too unkind to the bluerider (who had not only supplied him with fellis, but become his friend as well). [/center] |
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Post by Reky on Jan 1, 2011 0:05:30 GMT -5
And there it was. X'mor woke up. He was bound to eventually, and suddenly, as soon as the other party was conscious, the whole situation got a lot more awkward. R'fus had almost been hoping X'mor would keep sleeping forever. Laying comfortably with someone warm, his dragon's thoughts infecting his, was worth savouring. Quietly, he sighed at the utterance of his name. While he personally wanted to be right where he was, he was almost one hundred percent certain that X'mor wouldn't. As he replied with a similar "G'morning," he reluctantly pulled all his extremities back to himself and away from X'mor. He made sure the bedfurs were close around him.
Eondith, meanwhile, had felt Laemirath's gentle movements. He stirred from his own sleep thanks to a combination of his lady's touch and his rider's active mind. R'fus' obvious discomfort was of little to no concern to the blue. R'fus knew how to deal with awkward morning-afters. He'd get over it. Eondith only had a smidgen of sympathy to spare. He knew that R'fus actually knew the female's rider for once, which would logically intensify the level of awkwardness, but mostly his thoughts were all for Laemirath. She was still beautiful as ever, even if she wasn't glowing quite like she'd been the night before. He had a perfect view of her - up close and personal. He gave into her protective tail-twining willingly, and rumbled softly. Good morning, Laemirath, he said quietly, letting those few words convey all his emotions.
R'fus was perplexed by the amount of feelings Eondith was currently entertaining. The blue was usually unmovable. As full of emotions as a rock. To have him ready to proclaim love at any moment was strange. It was like someone had replaced Eondith with another blue that happened to look exactly the same. Equally perplexing was his own situation. He wasn't sure how to get out of it without digging himself a hole or doing something wrong. He figured, though, that the best way to go was to avoid talking about what had happened at all. His eyes flicked to the floor, where his clothes lay (somewhere - he couldn't see all of them exactly), and then to the ceiling.
"I... ah. I could go, if ya want. Leave Eon with Lae 'n' be off," he offered, voice oddly hoarse, even for him. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Sakoru on Jan 1, 2011 13:40:58 GMT -5
X'mor couldn't help but be relieved when R'fus pulled his limbs away from him. Although he liked the warmth, he most certainly didn't like being in bed with another man - particularly his fellis dealer, whom he'd known for some time. The awkward factor increased exponentially just because of this fact. The 'g'morning' didn't really bring much a response from the greenrider, for the simple reason that he didn't have much to say. What could you say to someone who was your friend but whom you really didn't want to have slept with?
Laemirath was beyond pleased that Eondith didn't want to leave, and that he let her twine her tail tightly around his. Snuggling closer to the larger dragon, she crooned gently to him and adjusted herself so that she was as physically close as she could get without actually occupying the same space as he did. Perfectly content, the green set her head so that it was touching the blue's cheek. Eyes half-lidded and whirling a content shade of blue, she fell silent, content to lie there and admire her mate. There was nowhere else she'd rather be right now - not flying, not eating, not swimming, not even close to X'mor. Hers could wait. She'd never gotten to be so close to Eondith before and she obviously adored her present location.
Good morning, Eondith, she returned, nuzzling his face gently before settling down again. X'mor, his gaze having traveled to the two happily intertwined dragons, smiled a little. He'd never seen his green so happy the day after a Flight. Nameleth was also nowhere to be seen, which was nice considering that if she had been, she would be attacking everyone that was currently present in the weyr. Then again, the flit didn't really like Flights - she tended to distance herself from them and the results whenever Laemirath rose. That was perfectly fine by him.
Lying here with R'fus was not. Despite the strong desire to sit up and go get dressed, X'mor wasn't sure he really wanted to... well... to expose himself like that. He didn't like being naked in front of other men. It was awkward, terribly awkward. The scars on his back didn't matter all that much - although he couldn't remember if he'd ever told the bluerider about them (he didn't think he had) - the other man was bound to have noticed them yesterday. No matter. R'fus already knew he was an addict.
'I... ah. I could go, if ya want. Leave Eon with Lae 'n' be off,' the other rider's voice said suddenly, and X'mor turned his head with a thoughtful look on his face. About to open his mouth to respond, he suddenly felt sleepy thoughts from his dragon - ones that said she didn't want R'fus to leave because he was Eondith's, and Eondith might go too if R'fus left. Unable to bear the idea of taking such happiness away from his green, the dragonrider offered a dull smile to R'fus. If they didn't speak about last night, it hadn't necessarily happened. "Won't be necessary," he murmured unexpectedly, and although he didn't roll over on top of the other man, his tone implied that he was slowly getting used to this awkward situation. Tugging a fur up over himself, X'mor heaved himself into a sitting position, adjusted the fur, and glanced at the bluerider, some faint humour evident in his eyes. "But let's... er... let's get dressed," he suggested. He could see his tunic on the floor, at least, just barely within reach if he leaned down to grab it. Carefully ensuring that his cover didn't slip, the greenrider grabbed the long shirt with a small sigh of relief and tugged it on over his head, simultaneously concealing both his nudity and the long, twisting scars that covered his back. There. Problem solved. Now they could behave like civilized human beings, pretend nothing had ever happened, and maybe get some breakfast, because he was hungry after last night's exertions. [/center] |
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