09.Jan.13, 06:35 AM
“Mmhm,” B’jin murmured, curled up cosily against R’nd and watching the liquid swirl in his wine glass as he twisted the stem. He wasn’t really paying all that much attention to much of anything, simply enjoying the casual companionship with his lover and a quiet moment to himself. He had forgotten how much of a handful weyrlinghood was, never mind being responsible for eleven of them. On top of that, B’jin was pretty sure most of his class had forgotten everything he taught them in candidacy in preparation for sharing their brain with a dragonet. It was a massive headache and it was making his brain bleed. Moments like this, where he could slump against his lover comfortably and forget about them for a few breaths were treasured. Larrikith was on watcher duty, curled up comfortably close to the Weyrling Barracks and ready to assist in any way needed. “I’m trying,” B’jin hummed softly, “he promised me a song for his graduation.” He’d be damned if that wasn’t around the corner. Another six months, and they’d be fully fledged and S’kef (or someone, at any rate) would be working them into the wings.
B’jin hummed happily as R’nd adjusted to hold him close, the greenrider finishing his glass of wine and curling against the bluerider contentedly. B’jin had always been an affectionate person, and while he was cautious during his years of Journeying not to let anyone get attached to him, he’d always been relaxed about hugs. When he’d settled into his relationship with N’mall, it had become more apparent, the greenrider often seen with arms linked of hands held. The man had only been publically affectionate, for the majority of their relationship, and as a result B’jin’s modesty was completely at peace with public displays, so long as they didn’t go past hand holding or chaste kisses. It hadn’t really taken the greenrider by surprise when he’d realised R’nd wasn’t really into such things as hugging or kissing or holding hands unless it lead to the bedroom, or directly followed it.
But the gentle bluerider was sweet, and B’jin enjoyed his company, and it was with a deep but subtle pride B’jin claimed moments like lazy couch cuddling with wine and one another’s company without the air of promised sex hanging over them. He knew the bluerider didn’t give them away easily, and considered it a great treat that he would bestow such moments on B’jin. The greenrider didn’t think that it might be an indicator of R’nd’s hidden and deeper feelings for him; rather he felt the bluerider enjoyed the easy companionship as much as he did, simply because it was an enjoyable way to spend time together. It didn’t occur to B’jin that the lazy company they shared was fuel for the gossip fire, though had he known, he likely would laugh it off. Talian was just as clingy with cuddles and leaning against him as he was with R’nd, and no one thought they slept together! (If they did, B’jin did not want to know about it!)
B’jin curled quietly against R’nd, more asleep than awake in the beautiful quiet that was a lack of weyrlings, dragonets, firelizards, children and obnoxious opinion givers. B’jin was almost positive by the time his group came around to graduation he would have forgotten what silence was, were it not for moments like the one he was blissfully wrapped up in where he could just forget. Oblivious as ever, B’jin hummed a soft question as R’nd struggled out of the embrace and strode into the kitchen, the greenrider blinking blearily. He’d probably had too much wine already, if he were more asleep than awake in that short space of time! That, coupled with the lack of sleep he generally got as dragonets and distressed weyrlings were at him every moment of day and night. B’jin scrubbed his face as R’nd returned.
He took the wine glass quietly when it was offered, the sleepiness falling away as he took in the anxious pacing of R’nd, a frown furrowing his eyebrows while brown eyes studied the younger man carefully. Lips parted as he was about to ask if R’nd was okay, when the bluerider beat him to the punch and B’jin blinked. His frown deepened as he gazed up at R’nd, lips pursing thoughtfully as he considered the bluerider before him carefully. Whatever was on his mind was obviously (now he was aware of it) causing R’nd some distress, and after a moment, B’jin nodded slowly. “Okay,” the word was spoken as slowly as the nod that had preceded it, but B’jin’s expression remained cautiously concerned.
B’jin hummed happily as R’nd adjusted to hold him close, the greenrider finishing his glass of wine and curling against the bluerider contentedly. B’jin had always been an affectionate person, and while he was cautious during his years of Journeying not to let anyone get attached to him, he’d always been relaxed about hugs. When he’d settled into his relationship with N’mall, it had become more apparent, the greenrider often seen with arms linked of hands held. The man had only been publically affectionate, for the majority of their relationship, and as a result B’jin’s modesty was completely at peace with public displays, so long as they didn’t go past hand holding or chaste kisses. It hadn’t really taken the greenrider by surprise when he’d realised R’nd wasn’t really into such things as hugging or kissing or holding hands unless it lead to the bedroom, or directly followed it.
But the gentle bluerider was sweet, and B’jin enjoyed his company, and it was with a deep but subtle pride B’jin claimed moments like lazy couch cuddling with wine and one another’s company without the air of promised sex hanging over them. He knew the bluerider didn’t give them away easily, and considered it a great treat that he would bestow such moments on B’jin. The greenrider didn’t think that it might be an indicator of R’nd’s hidden and deeper feelings for him; rather he felt the bluerider enjoyed the easy companionship as much as he did, simply because it was an enjoyable way to spend time together. It didn’t occur to B’jin that the lazy company they shared was fuel for the gossip fire, though had he known, he likely would laugh it off. Talian was just as clingy with cuddles and leaning against him as he was with R’nd, and no one thought they slept together! (If they did, B’jin did not want to know about it!)
B’jin curled quietly against R’nd, more asleep than awake in the beautiful quiet that was a lack of weyrlings, dragonets, firelizards, children and obnoxious opinion givers. B’jin was almost positive by the time his group came around to graduation he would have forgotten what silence was, were it not for moments like the one he was blissfully wrapped up in where he could just forget. Oblivious as ever, B’jin hummed a soft question as R’nd struggled out of the embrace and strode into the kitchen, the greenrider blinking blearily. He’d probably had too much wine already, if he were more asleep than awake in that short space of time! That, coupled with the lack of sleep he generally got as dragonets and distressed weyrlings were at him every moment of day and night. B’jin scrubbed his face as R’nd returned.
He took the wine glass quietly when it was offered, the sleepiness falling away as he took in the anxious pacing of R’nd, a frown furrowing his eyebrows while brown eyes studied the younger man carefully. Lips parted as he was about to ask if R’nd was okay, when the bluerider beat him to the punch and B’jin blinked. His frown deepened as he gazed up at R’nd, lips pursing thoughtfully as he considered the bluerider before him carefully. Whatever was on his mind was obviously (now he was aware of it) causing R’nd some distress, and after a moment, B’jin nodded slowly. “Okay,” the word was spoken as slowly as the nod that had preceded it, but B’jin’s expression remained cautiously concerned.