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05.Aug.12, 05:13 AM
Oh, that squeal! S'kef smirked, but in his drunken state, it wasn't his usual devious smirk. Instead, it was a warm, giddy, completely delighted smile. It was actually quite nice and suited him well, and was even accompanied by the happiest of giggles.
Surely this was something Katila had never seen. Too bad it came at poor B'jin's expense! As S'kef felt B'jin's hand snap across his face, he recoiled a little bit out of sheer surprise and produced his happy giggle a second time. He was almost out of breath!
J'ver was just...just so cute.
Look how precious he was, running away like he didn't want it! That sly little slut, always putting on a big front and pretending to be sharp and defiant! Everyone knew he was just a sweet thing on the inside...a sweet, delicate, beautiful, wonderful thing that needed to be held and loved and petted and squeezed and...
That's not J'ver. That's B'jin.
Idiot
S'kef blinked a few times. He watched as multiple copies of B'jin wrestled to escape multiple copies of I'shan. Why were there so many B'jins? Why weren't the I'shans sharing them? What had the world come to?
This had to be put to a stop!
"Oh! Hello, 'Jinny," S'kef said suddenly. He'd taken a step to intervene, but look at that! It seemed like B'jin had escaped his cruel tormentor and thrown himself into his savior's arms.
Before he could say anything else, B'jin was kissing him. Shocked, S'kef's eyes flew open and he sank into a reciprocating kiss, arms locked tightly around the handsome greenrider. His touch was firm but gentle, almost caring, for he couldn't quite get the images of J'ver out of his mind. As his hands slid down the man's back and the moment sank in, however, S'kef realized just what he had.
Drunk on both ale and nostalgia, S'kef found himself back at Telgar.
He would never forget that day. B'jin...in a way, his first. The young harper had been so annoying and so obnoxious! Arrogant and frivolous, he'd acted like he owned the Weyr. His youthful reslessness made him a perfect target for a young brownrider's youthful restlessness, It was like he wanted it to happen.
Sometimes, when he really thought about it, S'kef felt bad. He knew that day marked the beginning. When Benjinamor, his first prize, went on to Impress a green...Well, clearly that was the sort of person who Impressed a green. And then there was the feeling of power.
He'd been drunk on it ever since.
He pulled back and looked down at B'jin, a warm yet deviously accomplished smile crossing his lips. "Oh, Benjinamor...Just when I was finally over you...." he slurred. Ale was heavy on his breath.
Oh, wait. He had a problem. B'jin was wiggling to get away, and some catty bluerider was trying to make something of it. It was one of the I'shans, it looked like. S'kef glowered and pinned B'jin to his chest with one arm before throwing a punch at the I'shan, hoping he would hit his mark. It was a shabby punch, but screw it. I'shan was small. All four of him were.
A moment later, S'kef's fist started to hurt and the I'shan seemed to disappear from his swirled vision, which was only just catching up. Good enough.
"B'jin," S'kef said, shaking his head and looking down at the greenrider again. He continued to hold tight, smiling that same delightful smile as he leaned in close and put his mouth next to B'jin's ear. "I should tell you something!" he said. He lifted one hand to pet B'jin's hair.
"Something very special. I'm in love with someone!"
Then, for reasons that not even Tyrrisath could discern, he pulled B'jin into another kiss, his strong grip threatening to hurt the poor greenrider if he didn't cooperate.
Aww, J'ver was so cute! Look at him wiggling like he actually wanted to get away!
Surely this was something Katila had never seen. Too bad it came at poor B'jin's expense! As S'kef felt B'jin's hand snap across his face, he recoiled a little bit out of sheer surprise and produced his happy giggle a second time. He was almost out of breath!
J'ver was just...just so cute.
Look how precious he was, running away like he didn't want it! That sly little slut, always putting on a big front and pretending to be sharp and defiant! Everyone knew he was just a sweet thing on the inside...a sweet, delicate, beautiful, wonderful thing that needed to be held and loved and petted and squeezed and...
That's not J'ver. That's B'jin.
Idiot
S'kef blinked a few times. He watched as multiple copies of B'jin wrestled to escape multiple copies of I'shan. Why were there so many B'jins? Why weren't the I'shans sharing them? What had the world come to?
This had to be put to a stop!
"Oh! Hello, 'Jinny," S'kef said suddenly. He'd taken a step to intervene, but look at that! It seemed like B'jin had escaped his cruel tormentor and thrown himself into his savior's arms.
Before he could say anything else, B'jin was kissing him. Shocked, S'kef's eyes flew open and he sank into a reciprocating kiss, arms locked tightly around the handsome greenrider. His touch was firm but gentle, almost caring, for he couldn't quite get the images of J'ver out of his mind. As his hands slid down the man's back and the moment sank in, however, S'kef realized just what he had.
Drunk on both ale and nostalgia, S'kef found himself back at Telgar.
He would never forget that day. B'jin...in a way, his first. The young harper had been so annoying and so obnoxious! Arrogant and frivolous, he'd acted like he owned the Weyr. His youthful reslessness made him a perfect target for a young brownrider's youthful restlessness, It was like he wanted it to happen.
Sometimes, when he really thought about it, S'kef felt bad. He knew that day marked the beginning. When Benjinamor, his first prize, went on to Impress a green...Well, clearly that was the sort of person who Impressed a green. And then there was the feeling of power.
He'd been drunk on it ever since.
He pulled back and looked down at B'jin, a warm yet deviously accomplished smile crossing his lips. "Oh, Benjinamor...Just when I was finally over you...." he slurred. Ale was heavy on his breath.
Oh, wait. He had a problem. B'jin was wiggling to get away, and some catty bluerider was trying to make something of it. It was one of the I'shans, it looked like. S'kef glowered and pinned B'jin to his chest with one arm before throwing a punch at the I'shan, hoping he would hit his mark. It was a shabby punch, but screw it. I'shan was small. All four of him were.
A moment later, S'kef's fist started to hurt and the I'shan seemed to disappear from his swirled vision, which was only just catching up. Good enough.
"B'jin," S'kef said, shaking his head and looking down at the greenrider again. He continued to hold tight, smiling that same delightful smile as he leaned in close and put his mouth next to B'jin's ear. "I should tell you something!" he said. He lifted one hand to pet B'jin's hair.
"Something very special. I'm in love with someone!"
Then, for reasons that not even Tyrrisath could discern, he pulled B'jin into another kiss, his strong grip threatening to hurt the poor greenrider if he didn't cooperate.
Aww, J'ver was so cute! Look at him wiggling like he actually wanted to get away!
