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18.Mar.12, 05:16 PM
It had taken Ayyonth kneeling low, R’nd already on his back, and another rider in the crowd to help get the unconscious greenrider atop the dragon as well but they managed it and R’nd didn’t waste more time than it took to nod his thanks for the assistance before Ayyonth took off towards B’jin’s hut. They avoided popping between despite that being the quickest method of travel but R’nd didn’t want to risk exposing all of the torn skin to the bone-chilling cold that incurred in the seconds travel took. When Ayyonth landed with the utmost grace and care for the injured passenger, once again crouching into the best position to be of assistance, R’nd worked them both down and hesitated for only a moment in deciding the best way to carry the smaller rider which ended up being tossed over one shoulder with his arms securing the hold under a firm bottom.
He didn’t make it far in the charge for the hut when the firmly closed door presented itself as a worthy opponent. R’nd fumbled for the handle, growing increasingly frustrated with every second he wasted in getting B’jin tucked away somewhere for a healer to look at. When he finally caught the knob and turned it just enough to pop the latch, his booted foot swung out to kick the door all the way open, causing the bluerider to wince momentarily as the door bounced off the wall it swung heavily into. He hoped there wasn’t any damage but would explain later if there was and he imagined B’jin would be understanding just this once.
Once he crossed the threshold, R’nd froze as the realization hit that he was in B’jin’s hut; the hut no one was allowed into outside of his family. Of course he had been invited in the heat of the moment brought on by playing with paints until both men were in need of a shower. Despite his desire to get a peek into the man’s world, R’nd had chosen to take them to his hut where children weren’t likely to intervene like they had tried to do earlier in their time together. Now, as much as he wanted to snoop with grey eyes glancing over everything, curious to learn what he could, R’nd knew it wasn’t the time and headed for an open door across the living room which he assumed would be the bedroom if the layout was anything like his own. Any self-congratulations he would have done at navigating the basic hut design were killed instantly at the sight of toys scattered all over the floor. He suddenly had a flash of his own bedroom looking like that now that Volfetti had brought Benden into his life and panic threatened to overtake him thanks to that image coupling with his concern for B’jin.
He had to focus! He knew B’jin had a couple of brats and toys underfoot were to be expected even if they were a bit of a turn off and a danger to bare feet and heads when they smacked against the floor or wall after tripping on something. Again, that wasn’t the issue of the moment, and R’nd chided himself while Ayyonth made his own efforts in calming R’nd until the man was able to get over his aversion to children and all things related to them to once more focus on the man in his arms –and in his arms for all the wrong reasons at that! With his eyes drawn to the bed, R’nd moved almost on autopilot, everything around him becoming indistinct blurs as he ignored all the distractions and only focused on getting his friend much needed aid. There was just one problem.
How was he going to get B’jin on the bed without harming him?
R’nd was already worried he had done more damage with the way he had caught the searchrider, moved him, and even now carried him but he wasn’t foolish enough to do the simple method of leaning over and depositing B’jin on the bed, on his back. Carefully he knelt until B’jin’s limp feet touched the floor and R’nd moved his arms from under the buttocks to under the arms so he could guide the unconscious man onto the bed to lie on his stomach, head turned to the side as suffocating the man you had a crush on and were befriending didn’t help the relationship. R’nd visibly relaxed as the tension caused from his task eased upon seeing B’jin lying safely in his bed.
Without hesitating, the bluerider crawled onto the bed beside B’jin, grabbing one of the man’s hands to hold in his own, “Oh, B’jin… I’m so sorry,” his words were nearly a whisper but the emotion behind each word was strong and genuine. He still blamed himself as the final reason for D’ren to issue the lashings and blamed himself for not convincing the weyrleader to revoke the punishment. It wouldn’t do either of them any good to dwell on what was done and couldn’t be changed. He would have looked around the room for something to talk about if, when B’jin woke with him still there but the toys still weren’t an accustomed sight yet and so grey eyes lowered their gaze and that’s when R’nd saw his shirt. It wasn’t one of his best shirts but it was among his favourites and it was now smeared with blood from when he caught B’jin as he blacked out from the pain. This was the second shirt ruined by the greenrider and it earned a small pout if only because Kerrin liked to lecture him on the amount of clothing ruined in the passion of flightlust and now he was earning a pile of stained shirts.
Speaking of shirts, where was the one B’jin had tossed at him before the lashing? R’nd tried to mentally retrace his steps, wondering where he would have dropped it and hoped it wasn’t back in the Square where anyone could take it or trample it. You left it on my back. You placed it there when you climbed up to get B’jin up. I’ll guard it if you’re that concerned and you can get it later. Well that was a relief! He didn’t need to add lost property to his list of sins against B’jin. Then again, maybe he would add to that list but by holding the shirt hostage until B’jin was feeling better and could appreciate a little humour in the form of the bluerider’s twisted playfulness.
“We’ll get you patched up and right as new soon, B’jin.” With one hand still holding B’jin’s, R’nd brushed the other hand over the greenrider’s forehead checking for a fever. He wasn’t an expert in such things but it made him feel a bit more useful to at least try.
He didn’t make it far in the charge for the hut when the firmly closed door presented itself as a worthy opponent. R’nd fumbled for the handle, growing increasingly frustrated with every second he wasted in getting B’jin tucked away somewhere for a healer to look at. When he finally caught the knob and turned it just enough to pop the latch, his booted foot swung out to kick the door all the way open, causing the bluerider to wince momentarily as the door bounced off the wall it swung heavily into. He hoped there wasn’t any damage but would explain later if there was and he imagined B’jin would be understanding just this once.
Once he crossed the threshold, R’nd froze as the realization hit that he was in B’jin’s hut; the hut no one was allowed into outside of his family. Of course he had been invited in the heat of the moment brought on by playing with paints until both men were in need of a shower. Despite his desire to get a peek into the man’s world, R’nd had chosen to take them to his hut where children weren’t likely to intervene like they had tried to do earlier in their time together. Now, as much as he wanted to snoop with grey eyes glancing over everything, curious to learn what he could, R’nd knew it wasn’t the time and headed for an open door across the living room which he assumed would be the bedroom if the layout was anything like his own. Any self-congratulations he would have done at navigating the basic hut design were killed instantly at the sight of toys scattered all over the floor. He suddenly had a flash of his own bedroom looking like that now that Volfetti had brought Benden into his life and panic threatened to overtake him thanks to that image coupling with his concern for B’jin.
He had to focus! He knew B’jin had a couple of brats and toys underfoot were to be expected even if they were a bit of a turn off and a danger to bare feet and heads when they smacked against the floor or wall after tripping on something. Again, that wasn’t the issue of the moment, and R’nd chided himself while Ayyonth made his own efforts in calming R’nd until the man was able to get over his aversion to children and all things related to them to once more focus on the man in his arms –and in his arms for all the wrong reasons at that! With his eyes drawn to the bed, R’nd moved almost on autopilot, everything around him becoming indistinct blurs as he ignored all the distractions and only focused on getting his friend much needed aid. There was just one problem.
How was he going to get B’jin on the bed without harming him?
R’nd was already worried he had done more damage with the way he had caught the searchrider, moved him, and even now carried him but he wasn’t foolish enough to do the simple method of leaning over and depositing B’jin on the bed, on his back. Carefully he knelt until B’jin’s limp feet touched the floor and R’nd moved his arms from under the buttocks to under the arms so he could guide the unconscious man onto the bed to lie on his stomach, head turned to the side as suffocating the man you had a crush on and were befriending didn’t help the relationship. R’nd visibly relaxed as the tension caused from his task eased upon seeing B’jin lying safely in his bed.
Without hesitating, the bluerider crawled onto the bed beside B’jin, grabbing one of the man’s hands to hold in his own, “Oh, B’jin… I’m so sorry,” his words were nearly a whisper but the emotion behind each word was strong and genuine. He still blamed himself as the final reason for D’ren to issue the lashings and blamed himself for not convincing the weyrleader to revoke the punishment. It wouldn’t do either of them any good to dwell on what was done and couldn’t be changed. He would have looked around the room for something to talk about if, when B’jin woke with him still there but the toys still weren’t an accustomed sight yet and so grey eyes lowered their gaze and that’s when R’nd saw his shirt. It wasn’t one of his best shirts but it was among his favourites and it was now smeared with blood from when he caught B’jin as he blacked out from the pain. This was the second shirt ruined by the greenrider and it earned a small pout if only because Kerrin liked to lecture him on the amount of clothing ruined in the passion of flightlust and now he was earning a pile of stained shirts.
Speaking of shirts, where was the one B’jin had tossed at him before the lashing? R’nd tried to mentally retrace his steps, wondering where he would have dropped it and hoped it wasn’t back in the Square where anyone could take it or trample it. You left it on my back. You placed it there when you climbed up to get B’jin up. I’ll guard it if you’re that concerned and you can get it later. Well that was a relief! He didn’t need to add lost property to his list of sins against B’jin. Then again, maybe he would add to that list but by holding the shirt hostage until B’jin was feeling better and could appreciate a little humour in the form of the bluerider’s twisted playfulness.
“We’ll get you patched up and right as new soon, B’jin.” With one hand still holding B’jin’s, R’nd brushed the other hand over the greenrider’s forehead checking for a fever. He wasn’t an expert in such things but it made him feel a bit more useful to at least try.
