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14.May.12, 08:57 AM
B'jin gave up any pretence of of being calm and collected when S'kef whispered against his ear, the man's warm breath causing the greenrider's blood to turn to ice in his veins and he jerked away, eyes wild as he barely managed to restrain from fighting his way out of the Weyrsecond's grip. D'ren might question a torn shirt if he walked in, and B'jin didn't want to share why his shirt might be torn, or how it happened, or why it happened. Brown eyes wild with terror, B'jin stared at S'kef as he spoke again, trembling visibly.
"Th-third t-time's the charm," B'jin stuttered, before getting himself under control and the last word came out smooth, almost purring as he stared up at S'kef. "So we're done." As if to confirm his softly, but clearly spoken words, S'kef dropped his shirt and B'jin brushed his hands over his chest and adjusted the hem, frowning slightly before looking up with slight surprise as D'ren slipped inside, Larrikith tilting her head out of the way so the Weyrleader could get in without issue. The greenrider adjusted his weight, welcoming the calming influence Larrikth fed him to help him control the adrenaline fed trembling that was still gripping his limbs. He was glad he didn't have a glass in hand any longer, as he had no desire to be questioned by D'ren as to a fit of trembling.
"If you don't have any immediate need of me," B'jin's words were directed solely to D'ren, his gaze intense but cheerfully innocent; he wasn't insane enough to even tempt S'kef with such an invitation to torture him. The man had already gone out of his way to remind B'jin exactly how much he would enjoy tracking him down in the dark; he didn't want to encourage him. "I have a dragon to bathe." To back up this particular point, Larrikith gave a happy chirp, her eyes sparkling blue as she stuck her head in the doorway once more, breathing warm breath against the back of B'jin's neck as he backed up a little to be closer to the exit. He didn't want to leave without being excused by the Weyrleader, but his desire to bolt was quite clear, though dressed neatly in Dragonrider Duties.
[sup]-__-; sorry.[/sup]
"Th-third t-time's the charm," B'jin stuttered, before getting himself under control and the last word came out smooth, almost purring as he stared up at S'kef. "So we're done." As if to confirm his softly, but clearly spoken words, S'kef dropped his shirt and B'jin brushed his hands over his chest and adjusted the hem, frowning slightly before looking up with slight surprise as D'ren slipped inside, Larrikith tilting her head out of the way so the Weyrleader could get in without issue. The greenrider adjusted his weight, welcoming the calming influence Larrikth fed him to help him control the adrenaline fed trembling that was still gripping his limbs. He was glad he didn't have a glass in hand any longer, as he had no desire to be questioned by D'ren as to a fit of trembling.
"If you don't have any immediate need of me," B'jin's words were directed solely to D'ren, his gaze intense but cheerfully innocent; he wasn't insane enough to even tempt S'kef with such an invitation to torture him. The man had already gone out of his way to remind B'jin exactly how much he would enjoy tracking him down in the dark; he didn't want to encourage him. "I have a dragon to bathe." To back up this particular point, Larrikith gave a happy chirp, her eyes sparkling blue as she stuck her head in the doorway once more, breathing warm breath against the back of B'jin's neck as he backed up a little to be closer to the exit. He didn't want to leave without being excused by the Weyrleader, but his desire to bolt was quite clear, though dressed neatly in Dragonrider Duties.
[sup]-__-; sorry.[/sup]
