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04.May.14, 01:02 PM
“As if Larrikith needs more corrupting,” B’jin teased, still breathing warm breath over R’nd’s neck as his head lulled lazily on his lover’s shoulder, brown eyes peering up at the bluerider with dry amusement. Ayyonth could hardly be blamed for much of Larrikith’s current nature, and the green was more than capable of thinking up her own antics when it came to water and humans, but the pair of them sharing ideas? B’jin gave an overly dramatic shudder.
The silence was one that was charged, and B’jin, uncommonly perceptive in that moment, waited patiently as he watched R’nd stare down at their toes, clearly thinking. Smiling just slightly, B’jin brushed one wet foot up his lover’s calf, wondering if that would prompt the other man to speak, or side track him – either of which B’jin was more than prepared to deal with. When the bluerider finally whispered, B’jin tilted his head, lifting it from R’nd’s shoulder and arched an eyebrow at him, clearly surprised.
The suggestion to move out had been purely teasing, and B’jin was more than a little startled to see R’nd thinking about it so seriously. B’jin was chewing over how to respond, when his lover continued. The other eyebrow rose up to join its mate, and B’jin blinked. Licking his lips, B’jin turned to look out over the pool and towards the trees not so far away. He considered the suggestion very seriously, chewing his bottom lip as he thought.
“S’kef wants to return North,” B’jin pointed out quietly; the brownrider had made the announcement the other day, after Tsuen had died. He licked his lips again and turned to study R’nd’s face. “He’d be a fool, to completely abandon Katila, though,” he added, considering. S’kef was a lot of things, and B’jin did not think that highly of him in general, but the man was intelligent and the greenrider was disinclined to believe that Katila would be ultimately abandoned forever. “The Hold’s won’t jump at giving Tithe once more, and I doubt the Halls will like us much,” he gave a dark smile that held no humour within it. “You have to remember those born down here, too…”
He trailed off. If D’ren had been in charge still, he would have dashed off to see the bronzerider almost in that moment (clothing, of course, would have needed to be struggled into first) but with S’kef in charge. B’jin grimaced, and shrugged slightly. He wasn’t about to charge off to see the brownrider, and he knew R’nd didn’t have a good standing record when it came to the acting Weyrleader. Lolling his head back onto R’nd’s shoulder, B’jin gave him a smile that slowly turned into a smirk.
“I’ll talk to J’ver, and he can talk to S’kef.” In all likelihood, R’nd wouldn’t get any credit if he went through J’ver – undoubtedly the slimy greenrider would take credit if S’kef did like the idea, and be very quick to lay it onto B’jin (or R’nd, but B’jin doubted it, unless he had an issue he was unaware of with his bluerider) if S’kef thought it stupid. It would be worth the risk, though, if it meant living by hot water. B’jin really liked hot water.
Grinning again, B’jin slithered into the pool, and turned to face his lover, running wet hands up the bluerider’s thighs.
The silence was one that was charged, and B’jin, uncommonly perceptive in that moment, waited patiently as he watched R’nd stare down at their toes, clearly thinking. Smiling just slightly, B’jin brushed one wet foot up his lover’s calf, wondering if that would prompt the other man to speak, or side track him – either of which B’jin was more than prepared to deal with. When the bluerider finally whispered, B’jin tilted his head, lifting it from R’nd’s shoulder and arched an eyebrow at him, clearly surprised.
The suggestion to move out had been purely teasing, and B’jin was more than a little startled to see R’nd thinking about it so seriously. B’jin was chewing over how to respond, when his lover continued. The other eyebrow rose up to join its mate, and B’jin blinked. Licking his lips, B’jin turned to look out over the pool and towards the trees not so far away. He considered the suggestion very seriously, chewing his bottom lip as he thought.
“S’kef wants to return North,” B’jin pointed out quietly; the brownrider had made the announcement the other day, after Tsuen had died. He licked his lips again and turned to study R’nd’s face. “He’d be a fool, to completely abandon Katila, though,” he added, considering. S’kef was a lot of things, and B’jin did not think that highly of him in general, but the man was intelligent and the greenrider was disinclined to believe that Katila would be ultimately abandoned forever. “The Hold’s won’t jump at giving Tithe once more, and I doubt the Halls will like us much,” he gave a dark smile that held no humour within it. “You have to remember those born down here, too…”
He trailed off. If D’ren had been in charge still, he would have dashed off to see the bronzerider almost in that moment (clothing, of course, would have needed to be struggled into first) but with S’kef in charge. B’jin grimaced, and shrugged slightly. He wasn’t about to charge off to see the brownrider, and he knew R’nd didn’t have a good standing record when it came to the acting Weyrleader. Lolling his head back onto R’nd’s shoulder, B’jin gave him a smile that slowly turned into a smirk.
“I’ll talk to J’ver, and he can talk to S’kef.” In all likelihood, R’nd wouldn’t get any credit if he went through J’ver – undoubtedly the slimy greenrider would take credit if S’kef did like the idea, and be very quick to lay it onto B’jin (or R’nd, but B’jin doubted it, unless he had an issue he was unaware of with his bluerider) if S’kef thought it stupid. It would be worth the risk, though, if it meant living by hot water. B’jin really liked hot water.
Grinning again, B’jin slithered into the pool, and turned to face his lover, running wet hands up the bluerider’s thighs.
