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17.Jul.13, 02:26 PM
So much for well-thought out plans. B’jin wasn’t supposed to come stalking out of the kitchen; in fact, he was supposed to continue sitting in that room, sulking and then preening when he heard the answer. Actually, V’ler would have loved to see a look of embarrassment as well since B’jin didn’t believe the obvious and had likely come up with some far-fetched idea.
As it was, it looked like the greenrider wanted to go against his obvious nature and punch someone and rampage around. V’ler wasn’t too concerned, though. He had been hit and beat black and blue in the past for singing songs that weren’t appreciated at a certain Hold or simply because he didn’t follow fashion trends but had his own style like he wore then with the right side of his shirt longer than his left and trailing down his thigh into a point while he only had a long sleeve on the left. He’d also received a few death glares and several bruises because of his mouth and saying something that may have been the truth but not appreciated all the same. It was a hazard of who he was but somehow Katila had been a bit more accepting of him and V’ler hadn’t been left covered in bruises – at least not for those reasons. Veeth’s lust would possibly be the death of him.
He stared up at B’jin, unflinching and without showing any interest in standing or physically protecting himself. If he knew the greenrider was thinking about destroying the few items he owned, V’ler would have been more active. All he had was his guitar and written records of his time since being kidnapped. Both were priceless to the young bluerider and worth showing emotion over. “I’m not interfering. I’m assisting.” V’ler didn’t see it any other way. To him, interfering was getting in the way and ruining a good thing and that wasn’t the intent of the day. Back in B’jin’s kitchen he had promised not to interfere and said he wouldn’t point out even the age gap near R’nd lest the bluerider freaked out. This wasn’t anything worth freaking out over and one glance at R’nd showed he was shocked but likely not about to bolt for the door and never look back.
I told you it wouldn’t work, Veeth creeled as well, worried about Larrikith and how B’jin didn’t seem interested in listening to anyone. Everything is fine, Veeth. Just a little bump in the road. The story hasn’t finished yet. V’ler flicked his gaze from B’jin and back to R’nd to see what the man would do.
As it was, it looked like the greenrider wanted to go against his obvious nature and punch someone and rampage around. V’ler wasn’t too concerned, though. He had been hit and beat black and blue in the past for singing songs that weren’t appreciated at a certain Hold or simply because he didn’t follow fashion trends but had his own style like he wore then with the right side of his shirt longer than his left and trailing down his thigh into a point while he only had a long sleeve on the left. He’d also received a few death glares and several bruises because of his mouth and saying something that may have been the truth but not appreciated all the same. It was a hazard of who he was but somehow Katila had been a bit more accepting of him and V’ler hadn’t been left covered in bruises – at least not for those reasons. Veeth’s lust would possibly be the death of him.
He stared up at B’jin, unflinching and without showing any interest in standing or physically protecting himself. If he knew the greenrider was thinking about destroying the few items he owned, V’ler would have been more active. All he had was his guitar and written records of his time since being kidnapped. Both were priceless to the young bluerider and worth showing emotion over. “I’m not interfering. I’m assisting.” V’ler didn’t see it any other way. To him, interfering was getting in the way and ruining a good thing and that wasn’t the intent of the day. Back in B’jin’s kitchen he had promised not to interfere and said he wouldn’t point out even the age gap near R’nd lest the bluerider freaked out. This wasn’t anything worth freaking out over and one glance at R’nd showed he was shocked but likely not about to bolt for the door and never look back.
