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01.Jan.13, 09:39 AM
The young man's eyes said everything his lips did not; the anger, hurt, betrayal, disbelief, and dread were all visible, mingled lightly but distinctly behind his otherwise exhausted expression. He hung his head for a long moment, the soft stroking halted as he looked into his new partner's eyes. Talian muttered a single word in response, but his throat was tight and his voice weak, and the word was lost.
He cleared his throat. "Khaduceth," he said, looking up at B'jin and giving him a rather pathetic smile, part of an even more pathetic effort to look all right. Talian wanted very much to be happy. He didn't like this strange, grating feeling of disjointed emotions. He didn't like not knowing how to feel about things, and the same horrible uncertainty that followed his every move at Katila was stalking him yet again. He was supposed to love this dragon, right? It was supposed to be some sort of freaky perfect bond, right?
Shards, it really was. Talian was so shocked by his dragonet's complete and total acceptance of him that it almost made him uncomfortable; he was waiting to find out what the catch was! No one had ever been so perfectly accepting and more important, empathetic. Talian wasn't good at communicating his feelings, and many of his frustrations in life stemmed from others being unable to understand the things he tried to tell them. It didn't help that Val attempted to appear as an emotional wasteland and B'jin was about as oblivious as a headless wherry most of the time! Talian loved them completely, albeit in different ways, and while he trusted them both with his life and everything in it, well...this was something completely new.
Khaduceth yawned softly, his consciousness hovering a respectful distance form Talian's. The dragonet had a subtle touch, something Tal appreciated very much. For the first few hours, he'd been so lost in the bond that he could hardly tell his own thoughts from his partner's! Things had calmed down now, and both partners had managed to wade through the initial confusion and find a bit of their own voice again.
Talian swallowed hard. "This wasn't supposed to happen," he said, unclear whether he was speaking to B'jin, Khaduceth, or both. I'm sorry Khaduceth said with perfect civility, eyes flashing yellow for the briefest of moments. Tal quickly shushed him, stroking his nose once more and sighing. "It's...no, don't say that..." he mumbled, feeling a pang of guilt for upsetting his dragonet. He loved the damn thing already. He loved him, but as Khaduceth had figured,d he just didn't like him.
Khaduceth's eyes settled into a calmer shade of green as he nosed Talian's hand. I will make it up to you he promised, sounding perfectly confident in his claim. He could tell how badly his new bondmate needed someone like him. He knew it, he could feel it..But Talian was a human, and he could not. He would eventually, the dragonet just reminded himself calmly to remain patient. A slight purring sound escaped him as Talian's petting continued.
"You better," Talian groaned. Khaduceth just rumbled again, trying to reassure his poor, sad companion. As grumpy as Talian was, though, he did find the dragon's touch oddly soothing, and the utter patience and inner strength to be admirable indeed. Oh, how frustrating! He was just like B'jin: the cause of everything, and yet too amazing to hate!
The healer looked back to B'jin, a frown falling easily into place on his face. "I don't want to be a dragonrider, B'jin," he said, revealing only one of his many misgivings, knowing that most of them would be evident enough to his adoptive father. Thankful for the closeness, Talian leaned forward; he didn't dare actually scoot and rouse Khaduceth too much. The dragonet offered a silent invitation for Talian to do just that, however, and Talian found himself in the odd position of having to choose.
He frowned again. Stupid dragon.
"I don't know how to be a dragonrider. I won't be a good dragonrider. I..." he mumbled, trying to think of something to say about the horrible situation without going on a rant. He didn't have the energy for the rants anymore, and B'jin had heard it all. Khaduceth, however, had not. The dragonet raised his head, poking intently into Talian's brain as the memories floated to the surface. This gesture, the significance of which was lost on Talian, freed the boy to pitch himself forward and hug B'jin.
Poor Fellis was spilled unceremoniously onto the floor. Much like a canine, he immediately began to chitter in apology, as if he was at fault. Talian cursed softly and spun around, gathering the fire lizard into one arm and hugging him apologetically while the other arm wrapped around B'jin's waist.
"But I guess I'm going to be, aren't I?" the healer said in heavy resignation. A dragonrider after all, despite all his efforts to avoid this very fate. He let out a cruel, nervous laugh and buried his face in B'jin's neck. "I guess it is what it is. At least I..." he paused, though, not quite able to 'put a positive spin' on it as his few friends so often suggested he do. 'Thinking positive' was for idiots.
Talian pulled his face back and sighed. "...I love him, though. I can't sharding help it!"
Khaduceth chirped, eyes flashing blue.
He cleared his throat. "Khaduceth," he said, looking up at B'jin and giving him a rather pathetic smile, part of an even more pathetic effort to look all right. Talian wanted very much to be happy. He didn't like this strange, grating feeling of disjointed emotions. He didn't like not knowing how to feel about things, and the same horrible uncertainty that followed his every move at Katila was stalking him yet again. He was supposed to love this dragon, right? It was supposed to be some sort of freaky perfect bond, right?
Shards, it really was. Talian was so shocked by his dragonet's complete and total acceptance of him that it almost made him uncomfortable; he was waiting to find out what the catch was! No one had ever been so perfectly accepting and more important, empathetic. Talian wasn't good at communicating his feelings, and many of his frustrations in life stemmed from others being unable to understand the things he tried to tell them. It didn't help that Val attempted to appear as an emotional wasteland and B'jin was about as oblivious as a headless wherry most of the time! Talian loved them completely, albeit in different ways, and while he trusted them both with his life and everything in it, well...this was something completely new.
Khaduceth yawned softly, his consciousness hovering a respectful distance form Talian's. The dragonet had a subtle touch, something Tal appreciated very much. For the first few hours, he'd been so lost in the bond that he could hardly tell his own thoughts from his partner's! Things had calmed down now, and both partners had managed to wade through the initial confusion and find a bit of their own voice again.
Talian swallowed hard. "This wasn't supposed to happen," he said, unclear whether he was speaking to B'jin, Khaduceth, or both. I'm sorry Khaduceth said with perfect civility, eyes flashing yellow for the briefest of moments. Tal quickly shushed him, stroking his nose once more and sighing. "It's...no, don't say that..." he mumbled, feeling a pang of guilt for upsetting his dragonet. He loved the damn thing already. He loved him, but as Khaduceth had figured,d he just didn't like him.
Khaduceth's eyes settled into a calmer shade of green as he nosed Talian's hand. I will make it up to you he promised, sounding perfectly confident in his claim. He could tell how badly his new bondmate needed someone like him. He knew it, he could feel it..But Talian was a human, and he could not. He would eventually, the dragonet just reminded himself calmly to remain patient. A slight purring sound escaped him as Talian's petting continued.
"You better," Talian groaned. Khaduceth just rumbled again, trying to reassure his poor, sad companion. As grumpy as Talian was, though, he did find the dragon's touch oddly soothing, and the utter patience and inner strength to be admirable indeed. Oh, how frustrating! He was just like B'jin: the cause of everything, and yet too amazing to hate!
The healer looked back to B'jin, a frown falling easily into place on his face. "I don't want to be a dragonrider, B'jin," he said, revealing only one of his many misgivings, knowing that most of them would be evident enough to his adoptive father. Thankful for the closeness, Talian leaned forward; he didn't dare actually scoot and rouse Khaduceth too much. The dragonet offered a silent invitation for Talian to do just that, however, and Talian found himself in the odd position of having to choose.
He frowned again. Stupid dragon.
"I don't know how to be a dragonrider. I won't be a good dragonrider. I..." he mumbled, trying to think of something to say about the horrible situation without going on a rant. He didn't have the energy for the rants anymore, and B'jin had heard it all. Khaduceth, however, had not. The dragonet raised his head, poking intently into Talian's brain as the memories floated to the surface. This gesture, the significance of which was lost on Talian, freed the boy to pitch himself forward and hug B'jin.
Poor Fellis was spilled unceremoniously onto the floor. Much like a canine, he immediately began to chitter in apology, as if he was at fault. Talian cursed softly and spun around, gathering the fire lizard into one arm and hugging him apologetically while the other arm wrapped around B'jin's waist.
"But I guess I'm going to be, aren't I?" the healer said in heavy resignation. A dragonrider after all, despite all his efforts to avoid this very fate. He let out a cruel, nervous laugh and buried his face in B'jin's neck. "I guess it is what it is. At least I..." he paused, though, not quite able to 'put a positive spin' on it as his few friends so often suggested he do. 'Thinking positive' was for idiots.
Talian pulled his face back and sighed. "...I love him, though. I can't sharding help it!"
Khaduceth chirped, eyes flashing blue.
