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05.Dec.12, 11:34 AM
“M’fine,” B’jin grumbled irritably as he was half dragged, half carried by the two men to the edge of the room. Unwilling to make a scene of himself, however, B’jin actively picked himself up as much as he could upon reaching the door, though his head spun with the motion and he collapsed back against R’nd with an unhappy whine between his teeth. Why did the world hate him so much? B’jin stared ahead with a swimming vision as the two young men hauled him across the Gather Square, bee lining for the Healer Hall. At least it was late, and the people out and about were minimal. B’jin grumbled under his breath about how he was fine and he just wanted to go home.
Talian’s comment when they entered the hall had a slightly delusional and very twisted smirk weaving itself across B’jin’s lips as he lifted his head from R’nd’s shoulder, eyeing all three Talian with determination. “Bit S’kef,” he said smugly, though the words were terribly slurred. “Stupid cunt bled on me.” Most of that was unintelligible, but B’jin expected both Talian and R’nd would get the gist of what he had said. How dare S’kef bleed on him! If he hadn’t been such a son of a whore, B’jin wouldn’t have needed to bite him! How many times had he bitten him? It was more times than he’d been bitten, right? B’jin blinked, frowning in confusion as he was set on a surface of some type. He pet the towel that was still wrapped around his waisted.
Then his hand shot out and latched on to R’nd’s wrist. “D’nyou dare,” B’jin grumbled, twitching slightly at the pain the sudden movement had caused to flare up his side. When he was sure R’nd wasn’t going to leave him, the greenrider let the vice like grip he’d latched onto his lover with relax, fingers sliding down to wave through R’nd’s own and tug gently to invite the bluerider closer. Only when R’nd was as close as he could be without being directly in the way, did B’jin stop his insistent and somewhat childish tugging, though dark brown eyes were turned irritably on Talian as he watched the multiple young men trot around the room.
“Cn’t we go home?” B’jin slurred, slumping to lean lightly against lover and scowling unhappily. He had absolutely no intent of going anywhere by himself and he certainly wasn’t going to let R’nd leave him on his own. B’jin would never have dreamed of blaming R’nd, and was especially aware that the bluerider would be inclined to blame himself for the situation enough for the both of them (and anyone else). Besides, it was ayyonth’s fault for not chasing. But that was neither here nor there to the greenrider, who was worried about his gorgeous lover seeking revenge and ending up in even worse repair than the greenrider was currently in.
“Stinks like numbweed in here.” The statement was slurred, as much from the knock on the head as to the exhaustion claiming his body as adrenaline fled and left him without fuel for the fire. Accusing brown gaze was levelled on Talian, and he squeezed R’nd’s fingers tightly for a moment. “Keep that shit away from me!” It was bad enough he had to smell it! What if Talian touched it and then touched him?! He was in enough pain (only not really!) without Talian adding more to it because he was a sadistic little healer brat! His suspiciously narrowed gaze watched his foster son’s every move. He’d already taken his delight in poking him in the ribs!
Oh, for the love of Faranth Larrikith said, boldly talking to both healthy men in the room, and including Ayyonth because it was only polite, though her rider was making her feel anything but polite. Do me a favour and knock him out, Talian. He’s thinking absolute wher-shit.
Talian’s comment when they entered the hall had a slightly delusional and very twisted smirk weaving itself across B’jin’s lips as he lifted his head from R’nd’s shoulder, eyeing all three Talian with determination. “Bit S’kef,” he said smugly, though the words were terribly slurred. “Stupid cunt bled on me.” Most of that was unintelligible, but B’jin expected both Talian and R’nd would get the gist of what he had said. How dare S’kef bleed on him! If he hadn’t been such a son of a whore, B’jin wouldn’t have needed to bite him! How many times had he bitten him? It was more times than he’d been bitten, right? B’jin blinked, frowning in confusion as he was set on a surface of some type. He pet the towel that was still wrapped around his waisted.
Then his hand shot out and latched on to R’nd’s wrist. “D’nyou dare,” B’jin grumbled, twitching slightly at the pain the sudden movement had caused to flare up his side. When he was sure R’nd wasn’t going to leave him, the greenrider let the vice like grip he’d latched onto his lover with relax, fingers sliding down to wave through R’nd’s own and tug gently to invite the bluerider closer. Only when R’nd was as close as he could be without being directly in the way, did B’jin stop his insistent and somewhat childish tugging, though dark brown eyes were turned irritably on Talian as he watched the multiple young men trot around the room.
“Cn’t we go home?” B’jin slurred, slumping to lean lightly against lover and scowling unhappily. He had absolutely no intent of going anywhere by himself and he certainly wasn’t going to let R’nd leave him on his own. B’jin would never have dreamed of blaming R’nd, and was especially aware that the bluerider would be inclined to blame himself for the situation enough for the both of them (and anyone else). Besides, it was ayyonth’s fault for not chasing. But that was neither here nor there to the greenrider, who was worried about his gorgeous lover seeking revenge and ending up in even worse repair than the greenrider was currently in.
“Stinks like numbweed in here.” The statement was slurred, as much from the knock on the head as to the exhaustion claiming his body as adrenaline fled and left him without fuel for the fire. Accusing brown gaze was levelled on Talian, and he squeezed R’nd’s fingers tightly for a moment. “Keep that shit away from me!” It was bad enough he had to smell it! What if Talian touched it and then touched him?! He was in enough pain (only not really!) without Talian adding more to it because he was a sadistic little healer brat! His suspiciously narrowed gaze watched his foster son’s every move. He’d already taken his delight in poking him in the ribs!
Oh, for the love of Faranth Larrikith said, boldly talking to both healthy men in the room, and including Ayyonth because it was only polite, though her rider was making her feel anything but polite. Do me a favour and knock him out, Talian. He’s thinking absolute wher-shit.
