03.May.12, 11:05 PM
B'jin blinked in surprise at R'nd's words, once more startled by a compliment that wasn't slathered in sarcasm or designed to cut with a double edged blade. He was used to being insulted, delicately like Larrikith did - harsh words spoken with love, such as when she called him an idiot - or viciously, like many of the cutting remarks Nemall had dished onto him in the near two decades they'd been involved - always uttered in private, for he was picture perfect in public. B'jin knew his blueriding lover had a silver tongue, and wasn't surprised that R'nd threw little things his way when the mood struck him. But it was just his being unused to receiving positive notions that caused B'jin's muted surprise; the greenrider was confused by the sincerity that seemed to come with the odd statements. So, when R'nd said B'jin was a rare treasure worth cherishing, B'jin didn't doubt that the younger man meant it. He was, however, still completely bewildered as to why R'nd would think it, especially about him. With B'jin's self-esteem being about as strong as a pile of dry autumn leaves in a gale, the man resorted to his usual response when R'nd complemented him - a flustered flush as he ducked his head away, focusing on retrieving the klah and finding a comfortable way to sit.
His uncomfortable air faded rapidly as B'jin chuckled softly, partly at R'nd's yawn, and partly at the man's delighted moan at the mug sitting on his shoulders. "I'm glad," B'jin murmured in reply, softly amused and his tone was gentle and without the fluster he'd been home to moment before. He didn't think R'nd would be quite capable of stumbling his way to the bathroom at the moment, never mind functioning in a manner that would reflect the time of day it currently was, which the greenrider assumed was angling toward lunchtime and as such not getting up seemed by far the most desirable option all around. He gave a breathy snort of laughter as R'nd slumped up against the headboard with him, and drank his drink. B'jin's own mug, abandoned to go from cooling to stone cold, was left where he'd dumped it on the bedside table; cold klah was not to his taste, and he rarely drank much of the drink when it was hot at any rate. Curled up against the bluerider, the fingers of B'jin's left hand drew lazy circles on R'nd's thigh as he considered the question he'd been posed. Answering the question wasn't that difficult, he supposed. Phrasing the answer for another's ears was.
"It is," B'jin answered, tipping his head back to rest on R'nd's shoulder so he could kiss the man affectionately on the jaw line, brown eyes lazy. "Let's see," when R'nd raised his mug to take a drink, B'jin redirected it, stealing a mouthful for himself with a teasing smile that flashed across his lips before fading away to allow a mildly thoughtful expression to claim his features. The easy answer to the bluerider's question was, of course, the opposite of what bode ill company, which was far easier to list. But that was cheating, and B'jin felt he owed his friend more than that. B'jin didn't feel he was very good at weaving pretty words, for, Harper or not, words had never been his strong point. He had a terrible tendency to say things bluntly and with little thought as to how they often came out. It was why he could laugh and kiss R'nd and tell his lover with amused affection he looked like shit after a night of drinking, but was near incapable of telling him he'd looked amazing prior. It was probably something he should work on, B'jin decided, as he struggled to find some way to articulate his desire to be in R'nd's company that wouldn't insinuate the right - or wrong! - things.
He didn't want to say something that would lead R'nd to think he was only in his company for the delightful things they got up to between (or not, as the case might be) the sheets. But he was also wary of saying anything that would indicate something more, in case R'nd read words between lines that B'jin didn't think were there, and kicked him out of bed. That would definitely not be good! He smiled lazily, despite his internal unrest, and eyed R'nd thoughtfully from the corner of his eyes. Worried he'd be giving the wrong impression with his extended silence, but still unable to find anything to say, B'jin settled on his own gentle question. It wouldn't answer the one R'nd had asked, but maybe he could deflect into another topic without the bluerider questioning it too much. The answers B'jin was pulling for the question were things he was as yet unprepared to share; he didn't know his friend well enough to gage how he would react, and his reaction was very, very important.
"Larri said I hurt you." It came out less a question, and more of a statement. That was alright, though. B'jin wasn't questioning what it was Larri had said, he was seeking to know if it held any truth. B'jin was a terrible liar, and was completely incapable of telling if someone were lying by what was spoken. But he could read emotions, and shifting slightly against R'nd - in part to avoid being thrown across the bed if the bluerider struggled out of it and away from him, and in part to better see his face - B'jin peered up with quiet concern, brown eyes bright with worried sincerity. Hurting friends was completely and utterly unacceptable and the greenrider could already feel the guilt over his unknown action riddling in his stomach.
The little green dragon gave a trill of delight when Ayyonth agreed to go flying with her, and she touched her nose to his, eyes swirling brightly with joy before she backed away. Standing up on her hind quarters, Larrikith pushed off into the air strongly, wings beating downward once before she winked between and appeared several lengths higher, her little body adjusting to the change and she flew in a lazy circle while she waited for Ayyonth to join her. Where would you like to go? The little dragon was practically giddy with delight. There were a few things that resorted the spunky dragon into a mess of stereotypical green, and flying with her fellows without a human was one of them. She adored such times, though her usual partner was Grith, and occasionally Ronarth. Flying with Ayyonth would be exquisite fun, she just knew it!
His uncomfortable air faded rapidly as B'jin chuckled softly, partly at R'nd's yawn, and partly at the man's delighted moan at the mug sitting on his shoulders. "I'm glad," B'jin murmured in reply, softly amused and his tone was gentle and without the fluster he'd been home to moment before. He didn't think R'nd would be quite capable of stumbling his way to the bathroom at the moment, never mind functioning in a manner that would reflect the time of day it currently was, which the greenrider assumed was angling toward lunchtime and as such not getting up seemed by far the most desirable option all around. He gave a breathy snort of laughter as R'nd slumped up against the headboard with him, and drank his drink. B'jin's own mug, abandoned to go from cooling to stone cold, was left where he'd dumped it on the bedside table; cold klah was not to his taste, and he rarely drank much of the drink when it was hot at any rate. Curled up against the bluerider, the fingers of B'jin's left hand drew lazy circles on R'nd's thigh as he considered the question he'd been posed. Answering the question wasn't that difficult, he supposed. Phrasing the answer for another's ears was.
"It is," B'jin answered, tipping his head back to rest on R'nd's shoulder so he could kiss the man affectionately on the jaw line, brown eyes lazy. "Let's see," when R'nd raised his mug to take a drink, B'jin redirected it, stealing a mouthful for himself with a teasing smile that flashed across his lips before fading away to allow a mildly thoughtful expression to claim his features. The easy answer to the bluerider's question was, of course, the opposite of what bode ill company, which was far easier to list. But that was cheating, and B'jin felt he owed his friend more than that. B'jin didn't feel he was very good at weaving pretty words, for, Harper or not, words had never been his strong point. He had a terrible tendency to say things bluntly and with little thought as to how they often came out. It was why he could laugh and kiss R'nd and tell his lover with amused affection he looked like shit after a night of drinking, but was near incapable of telling him he'd looked amazing prior. It was probably something he should work on, B'jin decided, as he struggled to find some way to articulate his desire to be in R'nd's company that wouldn't insinuate the right - or wrong! - things.
He didn't want to say something that would lead R'nd to think he was only in his company for the delightful things they got up to between (or not, as the case might be) the sheets. But he was also wary of saying anything that would indicate something more, in case R'nd read words between lines that B'jin didn't think were there, and kicked him out of bed. That would definitely not be good! He smiled lazily, despite his internal unrest, and eyed R'nd thoughtfully from the corner of his eyes. Worried he'd be giving the wrong impression with his extended silence, but still unable to find anything to say, B'jin settled on his own gentle question. It wouldn't answer the one R'nd had asked, but maybe he could deflect into another topic without the bluerider questioning it too much. The answers B'jin was pulling for the question were things he was as yet unprepared to share; he didn't know his friend well enough to gage how he would react, and his reaction was very, very important.
"Larri said I hurt you." It came out less a question, and more of a statement. That was alright, though. B'jin wasn't questioning what it was Larri had said, he was seeking to know if it held any truth. B'jin was a terrible liar, and was completely incapable of telling if someone were lying by what was spoken. But he could read emotions, and shifting slightly against R'nd - in part to avoid being thrown across the bed if the bluerider struggled out of it and away from him, and in part to better see his face - B'jin peered up with quiet concern, brown eyes bright with worried sincerity. Hurting friends was completely and utterly unacceptable and the greenrider could already feel the guilt over his unknown action riddling in his stomach.
The little green dragon gave a trill of delight when Ayyonth agreed to go flying with her, and she touched her nose to his, eyes swirling brightly with joy before she backed away. Standing up on her hind quarters, Larrikith pushed off into the air strongly, wings beating downward once before she winked between and appeared several lengths higher, her little body adjusting to the change and she flew in a lazy circle while she waited for Ayyonth to join her. Where would you like to go? The little dragon was practically giddy with delight. There were a few things that resorted the spunky dragon into a mess of stereotypical green, and flying with her fellows without a human was one of them. She adored such times, though her usual partner was Grith, and occasionally Ronarth. Flying with Ayyonth would be exquisite fun, she just knew it!