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21.Mar.12, 07:58 AM
What? Why! Larrikith's voice went up several mental octaves at Talian's words, and her eyes flashed white in sudden fear. Why did the little healer need her forgiveness? He could help B'jin, couldn't he? Why was he apologising! The green dragon released a creel of distress. Fix him! she implored, her voice wallowing spectacularly close to a broken whine.
Ronarth's reply was less than satisfactory, and the little dragon's posture slumped in defeat. Her words were for no one in particular and perhaps more so for herself.But... it's my fault! Her voice was riddled with guilt. It may have come out as melodramatic from any other, but the utter conviction in her tones and the horrible realisation that was slaughtering her mind voice belied dramatics. Larrikith could be dramatic, even had a tendency when stressed or upset - but it was usually because she didn't curb her responses, rather than fishing for compliments or reassurance. Those were things she rarely needed (though they were appreciated when offered).
Why didn't he tell me? Larrikith asked Ayyonth in a whispery voice as she slipped closer to the larger dragon to coil up against him. She buried her face against his pretty hide, wings tucked in tight so she could wriggle closer, practically crawling under him. She ignored the humans, as B'jin was brought back to consciousness. She would take Ayyonth's advice for now, and grill her rider later. Content in that, the little dragon nuzzled the blue affectionately and let herself relax slowly.
Consciousness was putting up a hell of a fight, but B'jin had a preference for being unconscious when pain - physical or emotional - was involved. As a result, the man put up a valiant effort to remain in the black pool of unconsciousness, even if it were a purulent ocean of bad memories. Unfortunately, while Talian's determined compressions had done their job, it was his gentle touch as the young man cleaned the wounds that woke the greenrider, and his body jerked reflexively away from the pressure. His hip knocked the bowl resting innocently, but the motion did little more than send the water lapping at the edges.
A hiss of pain slithered between the man's teeth, displayed in a snarl as he was welcomed to the world once more by the insistant throbbing of his back. B'jin forced his shoulders and back to relax, though his fingers clamped desperately at R'nd's own without his realising while he wriggled his other arm out from under himself, before it became a candidate for pins and needles - he was uncomfortable enough!
"Shards!" B'jin swore, his voice a half pant, half hiss, breathes deepening and brown eyes remaining closed as the greenrider used techniques he'd been trained in since childhood to counter pain that couldn't be treated with the Planet's usual methods. Fellis was only good if you wanted to be dead to the world - that was an idea! B'jin's eyes, dark with pain, opened, stopping with surprise when the first thing he saw upon lifting them was R'nd's face. His eyebrow twitched, though whether from his obvious surprise at seeing R'nd seated on his bed beside him or as a reaction to Talian's gentle touch as he cleaned up the man's back was debatable. The pout, however, was aimed directly at R'nd as B'jin sulked. "I like it better when you wake me up." And he cast the young healer a dirty look over his shoulder.
"Ow!" the yelp was unexpected, and flew from his lips before he could help himself. B'jin's brows drew down in irritation as he pursed his lips, twisting his head slightly to glare more easily over his shoulder at Talian. "Sweet Faranth boy! Be careful!" He hadn't intended to snap, but B'jin was very rarely companionable when awoken, and adding twenty lashes wasn't making him friendly at all. Brown eyes flashed with irritation, lips pursing before he harrumphed and returned to stare at R'nd, glaring absently when he realised he was staring straight at the man's abdomen, which had obviously been put right there, just to torture him.
Realising absently, even as he grumbled mentally to himself about cruel children and torturous lovers, that he had a death grip on R'nd's hand B'jin loosened his grip and gave him an almost apologetic squeeze. Twining their fingers absently even as he lifted their hands carefully (realising as he did so that simple movements were going to be a painful bother for a while) to use the back of his wrist to brush his hair out of his eyes. It was getting far too long. Dropping their hands to rest between them, B'jin returned to scowling at R'nd with a pout. As he did so, another realisation came to him, and with it, a manner in which to avoid thinking about the fact that Talian's gentle fingers did not feel gentle on his tender back!
"I ruined another shirt." He stated with a deceptively mild voice. His eyes were tight with pain, and though amusement lingering behind the shadows, he was doing a relative job of not letting either emotion mingle in his voice. "You should take it off." Brown eyes widened with innocence, as a smirk flashed over his lips before B'jin grunted in pain, and threw Talian another filthy look. "You're as bad as D'ren!" He snapped, convinced that one had been on purpose.
You're being very ungrateful to the brat, you know, Larrikith put in snidely from where she was curled against Ayyonth, looking particularly at home as her voice brushing on both B'jin and Talian's mind as she spoke - calmer now, however, she was careful not to invade R'nd's. B'jin's gaze shifted to take in the two dragons, and he glared at his green, raising his twined hand to point with one finger at the dragon. "Don't even start." Larrikith gave a snort, and licked Ayyonth's cheek, ignoring her sullen rider completely.
Ignore him, Talian, she advised, brushing his mind with a dismissive voice. Or maybe poke him when he is mean to you. You could try training him to behave. Her amusement laced in that wished the young man good luck with that theory, but also conveyed that she would enjoy watching him try. Lying down, her chin resting on Ayyonth's forearms, Larrikith watched with one slowly swirling eye, apparently at peace now her rider was awake and appeared to be acting normal - well, she knew he was being normal. She expected the two accompanying humans were startled to some degree. B'jin was such a spoiled brat sometimes.
Ronarth's reply was less than satisfactory, and the little dragon's posture slumped in defeat. Her words were for no one in particular and perhaps more so for herself.But... it's my fault! Her voice was riddled with guilt. It may have come out as melodramatic from any other, but the utter conviction in her tones and the horrible realisation that was slaughtering her mind voice belied dramatics. Larrikith could be dramatic, even had a tendency when stressed or upset - but it was usually because she didn't curb her responses, rather than fishing for compliments or reassurance. Those were things she rarely needed (though they were appreciated when offered).
Why didn't he tell me? Larrikith asked Ayyonth in a whispery voice as she slipped closer to the larger dragon to coil up against him. She buried her face against his pretty hide, wings tucked in tight so she could wriggle closer, practically crawling under him. She ignored the humans, as B'jin was brought back to consciousness. She would take Ayyonth's advice for now, and grill her rider later. Content in that, the little dragon nuzzled the blue affectionately and let herself relax slowly.
Consciousness was putting up a hell of a fight, but B'jin had a preference for being unconscious when pain - physical or emotional - was involved. As a result, the man put up a valiant effort to remain in the black pool of unconsciousness, even if it were a purulent ocean of bad memories. Unfortunately, while Talian's determined compressions had done their job, it was his gentle touch as the young man cleaned the wounds that woke the greenrider, and his body jerked reflexively away from the pressure. His hip knocked the bowl resting innocently, but the motion did little more than send the water lapping at the edges.
A hiss of pain slithered between the man's teeth, displayed in a snarl as he was welcomed to the world once more by the insistant throbbing of his back. B'jin forced his shoulders and back to relax, though his fingers clamped desperately at R'nd's own without his realising while he wriggled his other arm out from under himself, before it became a candidate for pins and needles - he was uncomfortable enough!
"Shards!" B'jin swore, his voice a half pant, half hiss, breathes deepening and brown eyes remaining closed as the greenrider used techniques he'd been trained in since childhood to counter pain that couldn't be treated with the Planet's usual methods. Fellis was only good if you wanted to be dead to the world - that was an idea! B'jin's eyes, dark with pain, opened, stopping with surprise when the first thing he saw upon lifting them was R'nd's face. His eyebrow twitched, though whether from his obvious surprise at seeing R'nd seated on his bed beside him or as a reaction to Talian's gentle touch as he cleaned up the man's back was debatable. The pout, however, was aimed directly at R'nd as B'jin sulked. "I like it better when you wake me up." And he cast the young healer a dirty look over his shoulder.
"Ow!" the yelp was unexpected, and flew from his lips before he could help himself. B'jin's brows drew down in irritation as he pursed his lips, twisting his head slightly to glare more easily over his shoulder at Talian. "Sweet Faranth boy! Be careful!" He hadn't intended to snap, but B'jin was very rarely companionable when awoken, and adding twenty lashes wasn't making him friendly at all. Brown eyes flashed with irritation, lips pursing before he harrumphed and returned to stare at R'nd, glaring absently when he realised he was staring straight at the man's abdomen, which had obviously been put right there, just to torture him.
Realising absently, even as he grumbled mentally to himself about cruel children and torturous lovers, that he had a death grip on R'nd's hand B'jin loosened his grip and gave him an almost apologetic squeeze. Twining their fingers absently even as he lifted their hands carefully (realising as he did so that simple movements were going to be a painful bother for a while) to use the back of his wrist to brush his hair out of his eyes. It was getting far too long. Dropping their hands to rest between them, B'jin returned to scowling at R'nd with a pout. As he did so, another realisation came to him, and with it, a manner in which to avoid thinking about the fact that Talian's gentle fingers did not feel gentle on his tender back!
"I ruined another shirt." He stated with a deceptively mild voice. His eyes were tight with pain, and though amusement lingering behind the shadows, he was doing a relative job of not letting either emotion mingle in his voice. "You should take it off." Brown eyes widened with innocence, as a smirk flashed over his lips before B'jin grunted in pain, and threw Talian another filthy look. "You're as bad as D'ren!" He snapped, convinced that one had been on purpose.
You're being very ungrateful to the brat, you know, Larrikith put in snidely from where she was curled against Ayyonth, looking particularly at home as her voice brushing on both B'jin and Talian's mind as she spoke - calmer now, however, she was careful not to invade R'nd's. B'jin's gaze shifted to take in the two dragons, and he glared at his green, raising his twined hand to point with one finger at the dragon. "Don't even start." Larrikith gave a snort, and licked Ayyonth's cheek, ignoring her sullen rider completely.
Ignore him, Talian, she advised, brushing his mind with a dismissive voice. Or maybe poke him when he is mean to you. You could try training him to behave. Her amusement laced in that wished the young man good luck with that theory, but also conveyed that she would enjoy watching him try. Lying down, her chin resting on Ayyonth's forearms, Larrikith watched with one slowly swirling eye, apparently at peace now her rider was awake and appeared to be acting normal - well, she knew he was being normal. She expected the two accompanying humans were startled to some degree. B'jin was such a spoiled brat sometimes.
