25.Feb.19, 09:30 AM
B’jin was in a wonderful mood, for no other reason than that he’d woken up bubbly and nothing had brought him down that day – so far, at least. Whether that was the reason Larrikith kept the news of R’nd and Ayyonth coming home early to herself, or the fact that she didn’t want to tell B’jin because she just didn’t want to, the greenrider was unaware that his mate was on the other side of their weyr door as he walked cheerfully up the hall with another greenrider, both of them talking with great animation – hands waving and B’jin bouncing around as he walked – about one of the maiden flights and the way the young green had been rather spectacular in the air. B’jin had taken great amusement in Veeth chasing, though he had no doubt Valerian would be glad the cheerful blue didn’t win. The greenrider wasn’t a bad guy, but he wasn’t really, well, a good prize either…
When they reached B’jin’s weyr, he invited his friend in, feeling rather social as he grinned and tossed the door open, singing a silly line from a well-known song as he bounced backwards. His companion laughed along with him, and B’jin saw him take two steps forward before being interrupted by his dragon. There really wasn’t any way to fake that expression, and B’jin sniggered. He’s always felt that the other man pulled a particularly funny face. The apology that came was waved off, and B’jin spun around on his toes and pranced inside alone, flicking the door shut with the toes of one boot as he continued the song he’d started singing when he entered. It was an upbeat song that went along with a popular dance, and B’jin floated along step by step, spinning himself around as he sung loudly to his unknown audience.
It was only then that he caught sight of R’nd, mid-spin, and B’jin let out a very ladylike shriek of surprise. Caught unawares, B’jin tripped over his own feet and landed heavily on his rear on the floor, unconsciously thankful for the thick rug they’d purchased not so long ago that softened his fall… a little bit. “Rin!” He gasped, holding a hand to his pounding chest as he stared at his mate through the gloomy light. “You frightened the shit out of me!” He admonished, though his tone was playful as he picked himself up off the ground and dusted down his pants. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”
Moving towards his lover, B’jin’s expression changed from puzzled amusement to a worried frown as he took in the miserable air around R’nd. The greenrider’s lips pursed and he adjusted his path just slightly so he could uncover several glows on his way to R’nd. He noticed the smell of whisky before he spotted the bottle, and eyebrows arched just slightly. B’jin would never judge someone for drinking, and certainly not R’nd, but he was surprised that R’nd was drinking so early, and that it was such a strong type of alcohol.
“Do you want to talk?” B’jin asked gently, stopping just close enough to R’nd to make it clear he wasn’t about to run off, and that he wanted to hold him, but decades of unwanted physical contact was still ingrained in him, and he had trouble pushing past the line. B’jin knew R’nd would never hurt him, no matter how much he didn’t want to be touched, but it was hard to force himself to act on that knowledge. He reached out gently with his left hand, gently collecting the tips of R’nd’s fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze.
When they reached B’jin’s weyr, he invited his friend in, feeling rather social as he grinned and tossed the door open, singing a silly line from a well-known song as he bounced backwards. His companion laughed along with him, and B’jin saw him take two steps forward before being interrupted by his dragon. There really wasn’t any way to fake that expression, and B’jin sniggered. He’s always felt that the other man pulled a particularly funny face. The apology that came was waved off, and B’jin spun around on his toes and pranced inside alone, flicking the door shut with the toes of one boot as he continued the song he’d started singing when he entered. It was an upbeat song that went along with a popular dance, and B’jin floated along step by step, spinning himself around as he sung loudly to his unknown audience.
It was only then that he caught sight of R’nd, mid-spin, and B’jin let out a very ladylike shriek of surprise. Caught unawares, B’jin tripped over his own feet and landed heavily on his rear on the floor, unconsciously thankful for the thick rug they’d purchased not so long ago that softened his fall… a little bit. “Rin!” He gasped, holding a hand to his pounding chest as he stared at his mate through the gloomy light. “You frightened the shit out of me!” He admonished, though his tone was playful as he picked himself up off the ground and dusted down his pants. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”
Moving towards his lover, B’jin’s expression changed from puzzled amusement to a worried frown as he took in the miserable air around R’nd. The greenrider’s lips pursed and he adjusted his path just slightly so he could uncover several glows on his way to R’nd. He noticed the smell of whisky before he spotted the bottle, and eyebrows arched just slightly. B’jin would never judge someone for drinking, and certainly not R’nd, but he was surprised that R’nd was drinking so early, and that it was such a strong type of alcohol.
“Do you want to talk?” B’jin asked gently, stopping just close enough to R’nd to make it clear he wasn’t about to run off, and that he wanted to hold him, but decades of unwanted physical contact was still ingrained in him, and he had trouble pushing past the line. B’jin knew R’nd would never hurt him, no matter how much he didn’t want to be touched, but it was hard to force himself to act on that knowledge. He reached out gently with his left hand, gently collecting the tips of R’nd’s fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze.