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10.Jan.13, 04:52 AM
B’jin shifted uncomfortably, grimacing slightly when R’nd leapt on the words he’d been trying to over shadow with others; he had been perfectly aware of what he was saying, but he had hoped the leap to talking about Shel would cause his lover to miss them. He should have known R’nd would pick up on them, but he had also been partially convinced that the younger man would let them lie and pretend he hadn’t heard them; he should have known better than that. The greenrider watched anxiously as R’nd wobbled on the spot, his face an outstanding display of emotions that B’jin wasn’t sure analysing would be a good idea.
He tracked R’nd’s stumble to the couch anxiously, terrified the bluerider would faint. If he cracked his head on the corner of the table-! B’jin shifted worriedly, relaxing only slightly when R’nd finally collapsed on the couch. That was the longest twenty seconds of B’jin’s life, and the greenrider was still trying to figure out how he’d tell Talian why the bluerider had massive bruising on his face from his hypothetical fall when he became aware R’nd was gawking at him. The greenrider flushed, dropping his eyes in a manner both shy and awkward, an air about him clearly waiting for R’nd to tell him to get out of the hut, and desperately hoping he wouldn't.
His gaze lifted, and B’jin gave R’nd a small smile as the bluerider spoke, eyes dropping to the trembling hand placed on his own. B’jin’s hand twitched, the temptation to turn it over and twin fingers obvious, though he refrained as soft words were spoken, brown eyes searching R’nd’s face silently as his lover swept hair off his face. Then, R’nd picked up speaking once more and as he spoke, the blood drained from B’jin’s face in a sweep, leaving the greenrider pale and sickly looking, brown eyes huge in his face. That- that sounded like—B’jin’s trembling hand was extracted from under R’nd’s, features scrunching up in distress.
Moment's later, B’jin’s expression smoothed out, tears toppling down his cheeks as he stared at his hands, trembling and knotted together in his lap. He knew R’nd didn’t do love confessions, and he knew he didn’t do relationships, and what had made him think he was better than any of the others? A deep, soft breath was expelled, stilling some of the subtle trembling, as B’jin tried to figure out how to go about leaving quietly without looking like he was fleeing; just because he was fleeing didn't mean he had to broadcast it! How was he going to face Valerian now? He still had to see him, and the kid was far too insightful. Oh, what a mess he’d made with his big fat stupid mouth!
“I’m sorry,” it was a whisper, the greenrider managing to keep his voice steady though he refused to so much as look at R’nd. He’d ruined everything; he should have known better than to say that. He’d managed not to for so long, too, to ruin it now? What had he been thinking? It was said to reassure the bluerider that he didn't want or expect him to change... he still should have known better! Stupid!
Over at the Weyrling barracks, Larrikith was trying to decide which hard surface was the hardest, for maximum face planting.
He tracked R’nd’s stumble to the couch anxiously, terrified the bluerider would faint. If he cracked his head on the corner of the table-! B’jin shifted worriedly, relaxing only slightly when R’nd finally collapsed on the couch. That was the longest twenty seconds of B’jin’s life, and the greenrider was still trying to figure out how he’d tell Talian why the bluerider had massive bruising on his face from his hypothetical fall when he became aware R’nd was gawking at him. The greenrider flushed, dropping his eyes in a manner both shy and awkward, an air about him clearly waiting for R’nd to tell him to get out of the hut, and desperately hoping he wouldn't.
His gaze lifted, and B’jin gave R’nd a small smile as the bluerider spoke, eyes dropping to the trembling hand placed on his own. B’jin’s hand twitched, the temptation to turn it over and twin fingers obvious, though he refrained as soft words were spoken, brown eyes searching R’nd’s face silently as his lover swept hair off his face. Then, R’nd picked up speaking once more and as he spoke, the blood drained from B’jin’s face in a sweep, leaving the greenrider pale and sickly looking, brown eyes huge in his face. That- that sounded like—B’jin’s trembling hand was extracted from under R’nd’s, features scrunching up in distress.
Moment's later, B’jin’s expression smoothed out, tears toppling down his cheeks as he stared at his hands, trembling and knotted together in his lap. He knew R’nd didn’t do love confessions, and he knew he didn’t do relationships, and what had made him think he was better than any of the others? A deep, soft breath was expelled, stilling some of the subtle trembling, as B’jin tried to figure out how to go about leaving quietly without looking like he was fleeing; just because he was fleeing didn't mean he had to broadcast it! How was he going to face Valerian now? He still had to see him, and the kid was far too insightful. Oh, what a mess he’d made with his big fat stupid mouth!
“I’m sorry,” it was a whisper, the greenrider managing to keep his voice steady though he refused to so much as look at R’nd. He’d ruined everything; he should have known better than to say that. He’d managed not to for so long, too, to ruin it now? What had he been thinking? It was said to reassure the bluerider that he didn't want or expect him to change... he still should have known better! Stupid!
Over at the Weyrling barracks, Larrikith was trying to decide which hard surface was the hardest, for maximum face planting.
