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13.Jun.19, 03:41 AM
F’drel came back to awareness softly, not fully cognizant of the fact Miri was a little too pleased with herself for everything to be normal. But he recognized R’dal’s bed, and he remembered sitting on it and talking to R’dal, F’drel figured he’d just fallen asleep at some point. That wasn’t unusual in the slightest. It wasn’t even that unusual that he couldn’t feel R’dal nearby on the bed — sometimes he got up for whatever reason, like running to grab snacks before F’drel woke up or because he remembered he had left laundry in the laundry room. What was unusual, however, was the amount of direct contact between the sheets and his skin, because despite the fact he and R’dal slept together all the time they never slept together and F’drel stayed fully clothed for naps and sleepovers. Which meant…
Which meant Miri had Flown, which didn’t make sense it was only the sixth month, not the seventh, she shouldn’t have flown for another few weeks at the earliest, F’drel had marked it down, he’d already planned to stay as close to his weyr as possible for the two weeks around where she’d Flown last turn, but he hadn’t planned for a month in advance, which was why he was at Fort, and — fuck, he was in R’dal’s weyr. Was R’dal here? Had Edath won? That would be preferable to having kicked R’dal out of his own weyr and having sex with someone else in R’dal’s bed — it’d be awkward, sure, but F’drel was pretty sure it wouldn’t change a whole lot because R’dal had said he wasn’t interested in a relationship like that so it would have been fine. But F’drel had a sinking feeling it wasn’t Edath who Miri was having a lovely cuddle with.
Nope! Though he did chase me, because Edath is sweet. Maybe he’ll win sometime, I think I’d like that. Halomirth chirped in F’drel’s head, confirming his suspicions and cementing everything as more firmly ‘completely fucked.’ He mentally reached towards Miri, trying to figure out who had caught her this time. It wasn’t Zeianth, was it? No, not Zeianth, F’drel could tell that wasn’t right. Wasn’t the right kind of smugness for Zeianth. Wasn’t Zeianth, wasn’t Edath, which left… the rest of the male dragon population at Fort and probably some from the other Weyrs too. That narrowed it down. Halomirth was being decidedly unhelpful, not letting him get a good look at who was with her. That was unlike her. F’drel frowned, still not able to tell who the blue was — he could tell it was a blue, at least — but he did get a brief flash of an image of another green dragon, which made no sense, it wasn’t a green who had caught her. Wait, he’d seen the other green before, she was… B’jin’s dragon, but why would Miri be thinking about Larrikith after — fuck.
F’drel opened his eyes to stare despairingly at R’nd. Great. Fucking fantastic. He’d had sex with one of his closest friend’s father in his other closest friend’s bed. Fuck, fuck. F’drel was pulled from spiraling into a litany of cursing and panic by R’nd looking over and speaking to him. He blinked, taking a moment to remember how to form words before answering R’nd’s second question — the answer to the first was ‘the fuck do you think?’ but that response was better left unsaid for the moment.
“It’s R’dal’s. Blue Edath.” he said, making no move to go anywhere.
Which meant Miri had Flown, which didn’t make sense it was only the sixth month, not the seventh, she shouldn’t have flown for another few weeks at the earliest, F’drel had marked it down, he’d already planned to stay as close to his weyr as possible for the two weeks around where she’d Flown last turn, but he hadn’t planned for a month in advance, which was why he was at Fort, and — fuck, he was in R’dal’s weyr. Was R’dal here? Had Edath won? That would be preferable to having kicked R’dal out of his own weyr and having sex with someone else in R’dal’s bed — it’d be awkward, sure, but F’drel was pretty sure it wouldn’t change a whole lot because R’dal had said he wasn’t interested in a relationship like that so it would have been fine. But F’drel had a sinking feeling it wasn’t Edath who Miri was having a lovely cuddle with.
Nope! Though he did chase me, because Edath is sweet. Maybe he’ll win sometime, I think I’d like that. Halomirth chirped in F’drel’s head, confirming his suspicions and cementing everything as more firmly ‘completely fucked.’ He mentally reached towards Miri, trying to figure out who had caught her this time. It wasn’t Zeianth, was it? No, not Zeianth, F’drel could tell that wasn’t right. Wasn’t the right kind of smugness for Zeianth. Wasn’t Zeianth, wasn’t Edath, which left… the rest of the male dragon population at Fort and probably some from the other Weyrs too. That narrowed it down. Halomirth was being decidedly unhelpful, not letting him get a good look at who was with her. That was unlike her. F’drel frowned, still not able to tell who the blue was — he could tell it was a blue, at least — but he did get a brief flash of an image of another green dragon, which made no sense, it wasn’t a green who had caught her. Wait, he’d seen the other green before, she was… B’jin’s dragon, but why would Miri be thinking about Larrikith after — fuck.
F’drel opened his eyes to stare despairingly at R’nd. Great. Fucking fantastic. He’d had sex with one of his closest friend’s father in his other closest friend’s bed. Fuck, fuck. F’drel was pulled from spiraling into a litany of cursing and panic by R’nd looking over and speaking to him. He blinked, taking a moment to remember how to form words before answering R’nd’s second question — the answer to the first was ‘the fuck do you think?’ but that response was better left unsaid for the moment.
“It’s R’dal’s. Blue Edath.” he said, making no move to go anywhere.
