10.Jan.13, 03:26 AM
Whatever was upsetting R’nd, was doing a really good job of distressing the bluerider, and for his part, that only made B’jin more anxious. What could possibly have upset the man that much? Had something happened to Ayyonth that he hadn’t picked up on? B’jin’s eyes widened slightly at the thought of that, for what kind of Weyrlingmaster would he make, if he couldn’t even pick up on something being wrong with his lover’s dragon? The little ones would be much more insistent on ‘not bothering’ anyone, too. Larrikith’s gentle brush reassured her rider that nothing was wrong with Ayyonth, and B’jin’s anxious mind automatically leapt to Rell. He hadn’t seen the little blue thing in a while! What if he was dead or had been hurt or –
B’jin’s brown eyes snapped to R’nd as his lover guzzled half the glass of wine, B’jin’s still untouched where he held it lightly between his fingers. B’jin’s expression altered, a frown reclaiming his features as he nodded slightly; he remembered R’nd being upset about that. It hadn’t surprised B’jin overly much, as he knew the bluerider was very insistent on helping his friends and always being there for them. The announcement that R’nd had been assisting with the trouble causing, however, caused B’jin’s lips to twitch marginally. Of course R’nd had been part of that adventure. Who else would I’shan drag on in, and then refuse to tattle on? B’jin shook his head slightly, more than prepared to tell R’nd that if he felt bad about I’shan taking all the blame (which was I’shan’s fault, at any rate. What good does coming forward after he’s been punished for both do?) he should be talking to I’shan, not him. Was this a test run?
More information followed, and the snort of laughter was unintentional; B’jin pursed his lips against the desire to offer up a more realistic laugh. Only I’shan would turn an act designed to stop sleeping around into an excuse to sleep around. Brown eyes sparkled with amusement for a moment, before B’jin realised just how distressed R’nd still was. Eyelashes fluttered as he blinked, confusion washing over him, followed by worry. Why was R’nd still upset? Had he been hurt? B’jin’s frown deepened. He couldn’t recall any injuries on the bluerider’s body in recent times; no burn marks or bruises or… Oh. B’jin blinked, his face contorting to an expression of obvious confusion as he shook his head, trying to dispel the emotion but failing miserably.
Following R’nd’s move, B’jin set his own wineglass down, brushing his hand over his face and back through his hair. His posture a combination of confusion and deep thought, B’jin studied the floor for a few moments. After a few breaths, he leaned back, resting against the back of the couch and peering up at R’nd placidly. “I never imagined I had you to myself, R’nd,” he said, voice gentle, as lips curved into a small smile. “I knew what you were like when we first got involved, and – ” B’jin paused, gaze dropping as he eyed his glass of wine for a moment, tempted to toss the contents back. In the end, he decided against it, before lifting his gaze to meet R’nd’s solidly. “It’s a part of what makes you who you are, and I love you. Besides,” he added, attempting to drown the bomb, “Shel can be far too convincing.” While I’shan hadn’t managed more than stolen kisses, B’jin wasn’t unaware that the man could probably talk anyone he seriously wanted out of their clothes. Hussy bluerider! Add in years of R’nd wanting him and finally getting an opening? B’jin would have been shocked if he’d missed it. The greenriders amused smile said as much.
B’jin’s brown eyes snapped to R’nd as his lover guzzled half the glass of wine, B’jin’s still untouched where he held it lightly between his fingers. B’jin’s expression altered, a frown reclaiming his features as he nodded slightly; he remembered R’nd being upset about that. It hadn’t surprised B’jin overly much, as he knew the bluerider was very insistent on helping his friends and always being there for them. The announcement that R’nd had been assisting with the trouble causing, however, caused B’jin’s lips to twitch marginally. Of course R’nd had been part of that adventure. Who else would I’shan drag on in, and then refuse to tattle on? B’jin shook his head slightly, more than prepared to tell R’nd that if he felt bad about I’shan taking all the blame (which was I’shan’s fault, at any rate. What good does coming forward after he’s been punished for both do?) he should be talking to I’shan, not him. Was this a test run?
More information followed, and the snort of laughter was unintentional; B’jin pursed his lips against the desire to offer up a more realistic laugh. Only I’shan would turn an act designed to stop sleeping around into an excuse to sleep around. Brown eyes sparkled with amusement for a moment, before B’jin realised just how distressed R’nd still was. Eyelashes fluttered as he blinked, confusion washing over him, followed by worry. Why was R’nd still upset? Had he been hurt? B’jin’s frown deepened. He couldn’t recall any injuries on the bluerider’s body in recent times; no burn marks or bruises or… Oh. B’jin blinked, his face contorting to an expression of obvious confusion as he shook his head, trying to dispel the emotion but failing miserably.
Following R’nd’s move, B’jin set his own wineglass down, brushing his hand over his face and back through his hair. His posture a combination of confusion and deep thought, B’jin studied the floor for a few moments. After a few breaths, he leaned back, resting against the back of the couch and peering up at R’nd placidly. “I never imagined I had you to myself, R’nd,” he said, voice gentle, as lips curved into a small smile. “I knew what you were like when we first got involved, and – ” B’jin paused, gaze dropping as he eyed his glass of wine for a moment, tempted to toss the contents back. In the end, he decided against it, before lifting his gaze to meet R’nd’s solidly. “It’s a part of what makes you who you are, and I love you. Besides,” he added, attempting to drown the bomb, “Shel can be far too convincing.” While I’shan hadn’t managed more than stolen kisses, B’jin wasn’t unaware that the man could probably talk anyone he seriously wanted out of their clothes. Hussy bluerider! Add in years of R’nd wanting him and finally getting an opening? B’jin would have been shocked if he’d missed it. The greenriders amused smile said as much.