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734.09.25 | A Colourful Thank You - J'ver - 26.Feb.14
J’ver gave a dainty yawn and then stretched with his arms reaching to the sky to help relieve a slight kink in his back. He had been lying around for far too long and it had long ago become tedious with the charm wearing off. At first it had been nice to be doted on like the Lordling he was but he soon grew restless with not being able to keep track of everyone as well as he liked.
Of course, he could have done without the pain as well.
Both of his legs had suffered breaks or bruises or whatever else the Healers had babbled to him in the early days when he was so wracked with pain or high on drugs that they could have said he was turning into a feline and it would have made sense to him. All J’ver knew was that his right leg was still entirely encased in wrappings and planks to keep it stiff while his left had taken less damage and only had the lower half bundled up now, though the nasty bruise on his thigh deserved to be covered up again.
The landslide had been horrible for multiple reasons but chief among it was the state he was in. His beautiful body had been badly damaged, his skin marred, and his beauty close to being snuffed out forever. As it was, bruises and cuts coated his body for days afterwards but J’ver had been too out of it to truly notice most of them.
What he did know was that while S’kef made sure they were both free of the hut they shared, it had been the perky bluerider he was sometimes tempted to call a friend that saved him from a horrible fate. Z’ia had been doing sweeps of the wreckage and found him soon after a building J’ver had been surveying and about to pass by had collapsed on him, pinning him down with debris on his legs. Who knew how long he could have been stuck there before someone found him? Rilaleeyth’s screeching likely would have ensured it wouldn’t be long but with pain consuming him and consciousness coming and going, J’ver had been a touch more dramatic than usual.
While he still couldn’t get around beyond his bed being pushed in and out of the tent he now currently called home to do a bit of proper spying and blackmailing, his mind and hands had become idle. Finally, cloth and supplies had been found and brought to him by his brownrider and J’ver took up making clothes once more as best as he could without his measurements and little models he had constructed long ago.
After the second shirt had been finished for his new wardrobe, the idea struck that he owed Z’ia something for pulling him to safety and J’ver had sent Vixen off to steal a shirt that belonged to the bluerider. It had taken some time to manage that since the gold firelizard didn’t like playing fetch though she was certainly smart enough to understand the order. J’ver had eventually convinced her it was beneficial to them both and she would be a sneaky little lady for doing it. When she returned with the shirt, it was fully scrutinized for the dimensions. Soon, J’ver was a happy greenrider with a purpose as he worked for days on creating the perfect shirt for Z’ia.
Now, it was completed and time to bestow the gift upon the man. Rilaleeyth had sent word to Aveleth that J’ver wanted to see Z’ia and that the dragons could spend some time together in the process. J’ver wasn’t blind to Tyrrisath’s protectiveness of Rilaleeyth but he also knew how much his girl liked the blue dragon as well and lifted her flagging spirits where he could with allowing little visits. If nothing else, J’ver was certain that Z’ia would see the benefit in allowing their dragons some time together even if he didn’t want to do a social call with him.
Re: A Colourful Thank You [Z'ia] - Z'ia - 06.Apr.14
Z’ia was less than pleased with being ordered around by the meek dragons, but he was not entirely displeased over all. The well timed call from Rilaleeyth to Aveleth had saved him another tedious evening of sitting around while Rhaedalyn moped about the loss of everything and biting his tongue on the several prime comments he was still positively itching to make about her loss of hair. Aveleth had convinced him the girl was incredibly upset about it (as if he could not see that, anyway) and had managed to convince him further that saying something would not actually win him any points. Another thing Z’ia was quite aware of, thank you, but the comments were still burning to be spoken.
He should probably play up the whole prince charming thing and find the woman that had done away with Rhaedalyn’s curls and scold her, but Z’ia could not quite find the energy to bother. Besides, chances were the woman either was dead in all the mess, or would not remember. Then again, ti could be a lot of fun and it would win the annoying goldrider further to his side. Z’ia was not sure why he was still playing the stupid game he had going, but he was not about to give it up before he managed to completely tear down the castle he was building. After all, what was the point in all the effort, if he did not get to enjoy the destruction, too? He kept such thoughts carefully guarded away from Aveleth.
Slipping through the tent city that Katila had become, Z’ia and Aveleth made their way to where Rilaleeyth had instructed, and Z’ia waited outside to watch as the two dragons greeted each other. Aveleth had been careful to scan for Tyrrisath before approaching, but without the big brown around to scare his precious blue into a puddle, Aveleth was quiet and almost confident as he stretched his nose out to Rilaleeyth and licked her cheek lightly in greeting. Z’ia could not hear any conversation, and was inclined to believe his dragon did not speak to the green; Aveleth had never blocked him out before and he doubted he would start now. Some friendships did not really need words, Z’ia decided, smiling fondly at his dragon before ducking into the tent.
Throwing open the tent flap, Z’ia entered without announcing himself, pausing for just a moment in the doorway to let his eyes adjust to the gloomy light within. Sharp green eyes sought out and found J’ver, and Z’ia threw the man a smug smirk. “Gloomy lighting suits you, Princess.” Bouncing across the small room in his usual manner, Z’ia settled himself on the edge of the bed, being mindful not to jostle J’ver, while making no visible attempt to cater to the greenrider at all. Above him, Plague popped into being, chittering absently as she landed lightly on Z’ia’s left shoulder. Destiny and Chastity joined Aveleth, greeting Rilaleeyth with soft croons.
Re: A Colourful Thank You [Z'ia] - J'ver - 08.Apr.14
"Your humour is as charming as always, Z'ia, " J'ver drawled as he watched the bluerider enter his tent. J'ver was loathe to call it his home even with the little touches he had managed to bring down decorating the small space. He was a son of High Reaches and Nabol! Living in a tent was beneath him but it was currently something that had to be done in order to better position themselves yet again. Soon enough they would be back in their true home and ruling the North as they once had. Given that he couldn't even stand presently, J'ver figured ugly canvas walls was the least of his worries. He needed to be out amongst the people to learn secrets, loyalties, and plots. It was why he was calling in some favours secretly to assist him with that. Z'ia was in line for being useful as well given his past helpful hands but J'ver held off on that for now, focusing on the real reason the bluerider was called.
He made no effort to move his wrapped up and rather infuriating leg out of the man's way when he sat down. He wanted to show his wife gratitude but J'ver wasn't about to become Z'ia's whipping boy either. Vixen crooned her approval for such behaviour from her perch atop the material left piled on the table beside the bed. J'ver gave her smile as he patted her on the head and then turned back to Z'ia. "Whether I said it at the time or not, even I know it deserves to be said again. Thank you for pulling me from the debris that night. I'm inclined to believe you saved me from a fate far worse than what we currently see me in."
What could have been mistaken for another pile of material on the bed beside him was picked up. J'ver laid one hand on top of it, pausing a moment to go over the memories again from that night and finally held it out for Z'ia to take. "A token of my gratitude. A custom one of a kind design by me. It should bring out your eyes nicely and even that golden fool you're playing with will be able to appreciate the work of a true sewing genius." No doubt the entire population believed it to be true love between the bluerider and the goldrider but J'ver knew enough about Z'ia to know the man wouldn't settle down, especially not with a girl that innocent and stupid. Z'ia's ability to bluff was why he had been selected to assist in poisoning D'ren after all.
Re: A Colourful Thank You [Z'ia] - Z'ia - 08.Apr.14
“Naw,” Z’ia cooed, fluttering his lashes at J’ver coyly, “how sweet!” Barely a glance at the item J’ver was forcing upon him was needed to inform Z’ia that he could have lived long and well without any such gift. His face betrayed no such thought, however, as nimble fingers took the item with every outward expression of interest and delight. Holding it up, and out, Z’ia gave a quick flick of the wrists, effectively unfolding the item and spreading it out before him. He studied it thoughtful, one corner of his lips quirking upwards in an amused smile.
Z’ia arched an eyebrow and peered at J’ver sideways. “I see your talents with a kneedle and thread has not diminished.” It was a pity the landslide had not landed on the greasy little bastard’s head. Maybe it would have knocked some colour sense into him! A sly smile flickered into life on the bluerider’s lips and he tilted his head, curls bouncing joyously around his shoulders. “Does S’kef know you spend so much time ogling me?” He raised his eyebrows, giving them a little wiggle. “I do believe this will fit spectacularly.” A particularly unfortunate detail Z’ia had noticed. If it had been a lousy fit, he could have shelved it. Fucking greenriding whores.
“I’m sure Rhaedalyn will be enthralled,” Z’ia chirped cheerfully, grinning as he folded the shirt up very carefully and placed it on his lap. He had no doubt that J’ver had his suspicions about the game Z’ia was playing with the young goldrider, but Z’ia was far from inclined to give his hand away, especially to someone the likes of which would just as swiftly turn it against him.
Re: A Colourful Thank You [Z'ia] - J'ver - 14.Apr.14
“S’kef needn’t worry about my actions towards or with you,” Z’ia was only a bluerider, an interesting one that had similar goals at times, but still only a bluerider. J’ver had worked every angle for turns to raise a brownrider to the top when a bronzerider would have been easier but doing such a thing with a bluerider was laughable even by him. Z’ia had his uses and would be lifted up when needed but he’d never sit on the ruling throne, though courting a foolish goldrider would help him for the moment. They were another obstacle that had to be dealt with but it would have to wait until things settled down a bit more.
“I believe she already is rather enthralled, Z’ia,” J’ver remarked not about sewing but the girl’s interest in the curly haired man keeping him company. “I do so like seeing you both together. It always leaves me with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Which one will corrupt the other? Will she make you eternally sweet with flowers weaved in your hair or will you teach her your skills in and out of the bedroom?” He had only ever slept with Z’ia during flights but he had no complaints about the man’s ability.
“Anyway, enjoy the sweater and I’ll work on warmer clothing for you when we return to Telgar. I’d hate for any of my favourite people to freeze their asses off.” J’ver reached over and brushed away a ball of fluff that clung to the shirt he gifted Z’ia and smiled. He really had done a marvellous job with that one.
Re: A Colourful Thank You [Z'ia] - Z'ia - 14.Apr.14
Z’ia snorted out a soft laugh, but made no actual comment. He knew well that he was of no interest to J’ver, notably since he’d gleaned some idea of what type of a man J’ver was; Z’ia was well aware that he wasn’t at all to the slimy greenrider’s particular taste, and it was a fact he was quite happy about. Indeed, the only use Z’ia himself had for J’ver was his green’s flight, in those times when Aveleth managed to win, either by outwitting the brown or by Tyrrisath not entering for whatever reason happened to be the cause. Aveleth had not won for an unfortunate period of time. Quite unfair, considering how regularly the brown was fucking golds.
“My dear J’ver,” Z’ia’s voice was eternally amused, “how could anyone possibly make me any sweeter?” Green eyes twinkled with amusement and the little rider fluttered his lashes playfully; behind the playful banter, Z’ia was more than a little disgusted by the implications. As if one such as Rhaedalyn could possibly affect his personality with any impact. If Aveleth had not managed to turn his insides as sweet as his mask, nothing would! A thought that was carefully kept from the delicate dragon.
As the topic was changed back to the clothing, Z’ia’s gaze shifted to once more look at it, folded lightly over his lap. The prospect of even more was far from reassuring, but he smiled charmingly none-the-less, and tossed J’ver a wink. “I can’t wait!” Bouncing up in a smooth motion, Z’ia landed lightly on the ground and nodded. “I think I will leave Aveleth here, until Tyrrisath chases him off. I, on the other hand, have a date to attend to, so I will see you later.” Vague amusement tinged Z’ia’s tones and features, and he flashed a quick smirk before sauntering out of J’ver’s tent with a lazy and mocking salute.