In Which J'ver Gets His Ass Beaten [J'ver]

Always Tyrrisath replied lowly to J'ver, his deep voice smooth and calm in spite of his bonded's rage. Tyrrisath was usually able to keep his own emotions separate from those of his fierce rider, especially in situations like this where he had something to ground his thoughts in himself. Poor Rila. How could Tyrrisath abandon her now, when surely they all knew what was coming? The brown dragon curled himself around his mate, hoping to gently usher her away from the oncoming violence. Tyrrisath would have perhaps tried to stop it, had he any reason to think he might succeed. Such were the way of things.

Inside, S'kef rounded the corner into the living chambers just in time to see J'ver hanging his coat up. The furious brownrider acted without thought, his hand snapping out to snatch a paperweight off of the desk, which he immediately threw at the delicate greenrider at full force. There was just enough control behind the attack to remind himself to aim away from J'ver's face, unwilling to burden either him or his mate with an ugly scar.

"How do you always miss these things, J'ver?!" S'kef demanded, storming across the room right after the throw. He reached out to seize the greenrider by his shoulders and yank him closer. "How?! You're sharding perfect for me so much of the time, and then you miss something like this? You can perfectly handle every tiny, invisible detail of your workings, and then miss something like this? How? How could you overlook something like that?!"

His hand snapped out to strike the greenrider. He just couldn't take it anymore! The rage guided his motions, setting his very blood on fire. He felt that if he had to hold still, he might explode. "You're not stupid and you're not disloyal, so what the fuck are you to screw me over so badly?"

His eyes narrowed and he leaned in closer. "To screw us over so badly, J'ver! Do you want to rot in the gutter again? Because we both could. Do you realize that? Do you really want to drown in the mud with me?!" His voice shook as he spoke. They'd both worked hard, taken risks, and compromised morality to get to where they stood today. Major miscalculations could risk it all, and  S'kef would rather die than see either of them suffer and languish as they had before. Never again, he'd swore it to both of them! Maybe his dear mate just needed a little reminder...