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04.Jan.20, 11:36 AM
R’nd sat patiently, enjoying the night and B’jin wrapped around him. He knew the man was insecure even before B’jin confessed to it so he had a feeling the greenrider wasn’t out there because he was cold and lonely in bed but because something was finally weighing enough on him that it had to come out. So he waited, not saying anything, not pushing for it to happen so they could get over it and move on. Honestly, he also wasn’t sure exactly what would come. For all he knew, B’jin was about to confess to something silly like drinking the last bottle of wine—though he usually did that anyway. And with the first apology he still didn’t know what was coming but knew it was bigger than wine with how B’jin was acting.
Yes, he was treated badly sometimes. B’jin believing gossip and just leaving without a word was the biggest example and it still hurt. Everyone R’nd ever loved left him eventually. It was why he never formed attachments before B’jin, why he couldn’t give someone the commitment they wanted despite how well they got along and how well he treated them. He’d rather give his love to everyone, spreading it thin enough that it wouldn’t hurt when someone stopped coming around. He knew how cold he came off every time he broke a relationship off after a few weeks or even months, but he simply couldn’t let it go any deeper, knowing he’d be hurt in the end.
B’jin had just been the latest person in his life to prove him right. Together for a decade, finally able to admit to themselves they were mates and… gone. Tossed aside without a care. It had cut him deep and deeper yet with every hour and day that passed without a word. R’nd didn’t know what he’d done but he knew he deserved it and eventually figured out it was his friendships and how close he was to people despite having never once slept with anyone outside of a Flight since hooking up with B’jin.
“I once told you I was sorry for not sleeping around more so I guess this time I’m going to say sorry for treating you like a human and not hitting you,” R’nd finally spoke, softly, almost with a smile on his lips as he recalled the first major misunderstanding they had. He really didn’t know what he kept doing wrong to scare B’jin away. He was just himself and did what he was taught to do. His mother had always instilled kindness and compassion into her children—R’nd figured he got Pendalier’s share of both—and he didn’t know how to be anything different. Even in exile when it was only R’jit and him, they treated each other with kindness and respect and it helped them keep their humanity instead of losing it to the wilds of the jungle.
“Why would I do that, B’jin?” R’nd asked genuinely, as if it had never crossed his mind to go find his mate and correct things. Truthfully, it really hadn’t. Why go and have a verbal confirmation of what the action said clearly? “Assuming I even know what’s going on with you, if you left again, I wouldn’t chase you. You have your reasons and I’m not going to change your mind. What if you only came back because I said to and you didn’t really want to? That’s no better than beating you and dragging you home.” Mylorah was probably the closest he had been to being proactive in such an odd situation. When he found out about her and that she didn’t want to be in his life, R’nd didn’t do anything until his mom died. Only then did he give a ring to T’ryn to pass along to his sister and tell her he’d be there when she was ready.
“I honestly don’t know why either,” R’nd gave another small smile to B’jin. He really didn’t. B’jin wasn’t the picture perfect dragonrider that young Orwind had painted B’jin to be. B’jin was also constantly drinking, he was flighty, and didn’t trust his mate enough to talk to him when something major came up. He finally initiated contact this time, taking one of B’jin’s hands in his and giving it a light squeeze as he added, “but I do love you. I just do.”
Yes, he was treated badly sometimes. B’jin believing gossip and just leaving without a word was the biggest example and it still hurt. Everyone R’nd ever loved left him eventually. It was why he never formed attachments before B’jin, why he couldn’t give someone the commitment they wanted despite how well they got along and how well he treated them. He’d rather give his love to everyone, spreading it thin enough that it wouldn’t hurt when someone stopped coming around. He knew how cold he came off every time he broke a relationship off after a few weeks or even months, but he simply couldn’t let it go any deeper, knowing he’d be hurt in the end.
B’jin had just been the latest person in his life to prove him right. Together for a decade, finally able to admit to themselves they were mates and… gone. Tossed aside without a care. It had cut him deep and deeper yet with every hour and day that passed without a word. R’nd didn’t know what he’d done but he knew he deserved it and eventually figured out it was his friendships and how close he was to people despite having never once slept with anyone outside of a Flight since hooking up with B’jin.
“I once told you I was sorry for not sleeping around more so I guess this time I’m going to say sorry for treating you like a human and not hitting you,” R’nd finally spoke, softly, almost with a smile on his lips as he recalled the first major misunderstanding they had. He really didn’t know what he kept doing wrong to scare B’jin away. He was just himself and did what he was taught to do. His mother had always instilled kindness and compassion into her children—R’nd figured he got Pendalier’s share of both—and he didn’t know how to be anything different. Even in exile when it was only R’jit and him, they treated each other with kindness and respect and it helped them keep their humanity instead of losing it to the wilds of the jungle.
“Why would I do that, B’jin?” R’nd asked genuinely, as if it had never crossed his mind to go find his mate and correct things. Truthfully, it really hadn’t. Why go and have a verbal confirmation of what the action said clearly? “Assuming I even know what’s going on with you, if you left again, I wouldn’t chase you. You have your reasons and I’m not going to change your mind. What if you only came back because I said to and you didn’t really want to? That’s no better than beating you and dragging you home.” Mylorah was probably the closest he had been to being proactive in such an odd situation. When he found out about her and that she didn’t want to be in his life, R’nd didn’t do anything until his mom died. Only then did he give a ring to T’ryn to pass along to his sister and tell her he’d be there when she was ready.
“I honestly don’t know why either,” R’nd gave another small smile to B’jin. He really didn’t. B’jin wasn’t the picture perfect dragonrider that young Orwind had painted B’jin to be. B’jin was also constantly drinking, he was flighty, and didn’t trust his mate enough to talk to him when something major came up. He finally initiated contact this time, taking one of B’jin’s hands in his and giving it a light squeeze as he added, “but I do love you. I just do.”
