19.Jul.18, 09:41 AM
B’jin came into his own with the warm contentment that, even after all these Turns, was foreign to him. After some two decades of Larrikith being snatched by a different dragon every flight, and having to force himself to ‘wake’ and flee before the other rider did, B’jin relished the warm familiarity of being won by Ayyonth and R’nd. But it was still odd. To be able to wake up when his body was ready, to wake up feeling good about Larrikith’s flight, to not be in pain or uncomfortable or feeling dirty… it was all so good and really, it all worked together to put B’jin into a mood that was the polar opposite of his pre-flight mood.
The greenrider gave a soft hum as he pressed himself closer to the warm and very familiar body, nuzzling against R’nd’s neck and breathing in the bluerider’s scent as he slowly opened his eyes and pressed a kiss to his mate’s jawline. B’jin didn’t know if anyone else had bothered to chase – they must have, or Larrikith would be pissy – but honestly, it was irrelevant. So long as R’nd and Ayyonth won, B’jin didn’t care who gave chase. It wasn’t even that he hated it when V’ler or D’hys won – they were nice enough – but when R’nd won, it was special.
When they didn’t even leave the bed – never mind their weyr! – B’jin couldn’t be happier. Lifting himself up slightly, B’jin smiled down at R’nd, brushing mussed up blonde hair from the bluerider’s face. The gentle kiss that was pressed to R’nd’s lips was still curved with the same smile, “I love you,” he said gently, with just enough space between their faces that they could look at each other comfortably. B’jin still felt a flutter of anticipation in his belly when he said the simple, but powerful, words to R’nd; he knew how uncomfortable they made the bluerider, but sometimes they were the only way B’jin could express how much R’nd meant to him.
“Thank you,” he added softly, eyebrows drawn together seriously. There was a lingering – if deeply buried – terror that one day R’nd and Ayyonth wouldn’t chase, and not because the dragons were playing games, but because they didn’t want to any more. B’jin didn’t ever want that day to come, but his pessimistic side said it could be her next Flight. He did his best to ignore it as he kissed a trail down the side of R’nd’s jaw and across his collar bone.
The greenrider gave a soft hum as he pressed himself closer to the warm and very familiar body, nuzzling against R’nd’s neck and breathing in the bluerider’s scent as he slowly opened his eyes and pressed a kiss to his mate’s jawline. B’jin didn’t know if anyone else had bothered to chase – they must have, or Larrikith would be pissy – but honestly, it was irrelevant. So long as R’nd and Ayyonth won, B’jin didn’t care who gave chase. It wasn’t even that he hated it when V’ler or D’hys won – they were nice enough – but when R’nd won, it was special.
When they didn’t even leave the bed – never mind their weyr! – B’jin couldn’t be happier. Lifting himself up slightly, B’jin smiled down at R’nd, brushing mussed up blonde hair from the bluerider’s face. The gentle kiss that was pressed to R’nd’s lips was still curved with the same smile, “I love you,” he said gently, with just enough space between their faces that they could look at each other comfortably. B’jin still felt a flutter of anticipation in his belly when he said the simple, but powerful, words to R’nd; he knew how uncomfortable they made the bluerider, but sometimes they were the only way B’jin could express how much R’nd meant to him.
“Thank you,” he added softly, eyebrows drawn together seriously. There was a lingering – if deeply buried – terror that one day R’nd and Ayyonth wouldn’t chase, and not because the dragons were playing games, but because they didn’t want to any more. B’jin didn’t ever want that day to come, but his pessimistic side said it could be her next Flight. He did his best to ignore it as he kissed a trail down the side of R’nd’s jaw and across his collar bone.