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08.Feb.12, 03:21 AM
Talian was wholly shocked. B'jin accepted the question with ease, not even batting an eyelash at what Talian assumed would be a controversial subject. He was still green to Weyr life. It still shocked him that he'd even been approached in such a way, or that anyone at all would take anything he did as some sort of sexual advance. Even worse, another man! He was again surprised to find that B'jin hadn't only thought about such things, but had been in a long committed relationship with a man.
He started to reply, but he fell silent as B'jin continued. Talian nodded politely through the story, his face occasionally twisting into a sympathetic grimace. Talian remembered how he first felt about B'jin. He'd been practically repulsed and even offended that the greenrider expected anything resembling sympathy from one of his victims. Now, he found himself pitying B'jin.
One part about the story in particular bothered him. "So you had to choose between them?" he inquired in a shallow voice, not bothering to elaborate any further. It wasn't a judgmental question, just a sad one. Choosing between a lover and a dragon...how horrible. From what he understood, a dragonbond was all-consuming. The notion of Impressing one and having to choose it over a beloved human companion made his stomach churn. He knew he didn't understand relationships well, but he did know what it was like to be lovestruck.
He found himself wanting a dragon even less.
He snapped out of his nervous torpor when B'jin asked his final question. "Oh! Er..I'm not sure what you mean," he asked. "I'm...not looking." His voice was weighed down by self-pity. How could be be looking, when Fiora was still out there? "It was...well, one of them approached me." He didn't want to admit that he was making friends. That would somehow make it better to be at Katila, and he wasn't ready to concede that yet. "It...caught me off guard. And I was, well..." He inhaled sharply and composed himself before continuing. "...a little drunk."
He started to reply, but he fell silent as B'jin continued. Talian nodded politely through the story, his face occasionally twisting into a sympathetic grimace. Talian remembered how he first felt about B'jin. He'd been practically repulsed and even offended that the greenrider expected anything resembling sympathy from one of his victims. Now, he found himself pitying B'jin.
One part about the story in particular bothered him. "So you had to choose between them?" he inquired in a shallow voice, not bothering to elaborate any further. It wasn't a judgmental question, just a sad one. Choosing between a lover and a dragon...how horrible. From what he understood, a dragonbond was all-consuming. The notion of Impressing one and having to choose it over a beloved human companion made his stomach churn. He knew he didn't understand relationships well, but he did know what it was like to be lovestruck.
He found himself wanting a dragon even less.
He snapped out of his nervous torpor when B'jin asked his final question. "Oh! Er..I'm not sure what you mean," he asked. "I'm...not looking." His voice was weighed down by self-pity. How could be be looking, when Fiora was still out there? "It was...well, one of them approached me." He didn't want to admit that he was making friends. That would somehow make it better to be at Katila, and he wasn't ready to concede that yet. "It...caught me off guard. And I was, well..." He inhaled sharply and composed himself before continuing. "...a little drunk."
