30.Jan.20, 12:01 AM
The last few weeks had B'kit practically climbing the walls with nerves. First Misha had bluntly just--just told J'shom about Kitt's feelings, saying he was sick of hearing Kitt whine. A week before Kitt's long-awaited plan for Turn's End! And then J'shom, being J'shom, and therefore criminally oblivious, just brushed it off as Misha playing some stupid weyrling prank or joke. Frankly he'd almost chickened out after that, but Misha pushed a second small glass of wine in his hands at the party which restored his nerves.
Only now he worried he'd pushed too far.
He'd finally cornered J'shom near dawn, and given him the song, which brought the most delightful smile to the Harper's face. That, along with the fact J'shom was wearing the shirt B'kit embroidered for his birthday, and the two glasses of wine was enough to make him bolder than he'd been yet, leaning in to steal a kiss as the sun rose over the Weyrbowl.
J'shom hadn't pushed him away. Hadn't run away, or babbled some excuse. Or said anything at all.
That had been two weeks ago, and the harper had avoided him ever since.
You worry too much. His dragon's gentle rebuke drew Kitt back out of his thoughts. Will you sing me something? Erebuth nudged Kitt's hand where it had stopped moving, reminding him to keep oiling, since this was supposed to be distracting him from fretting. "Of course, Re. Any requests?"
Erebuth rumbled, considering. He rolled over, exposing his belly for attention, then replied, anything. I just like your voice. B'kit smiled and shoved the blue's shoulder lightly. "Flatterer." But it was too easy to slip into one of Erebuth's favorite lullabies and he felt his mood lighten again.
Only now he worried he'd pushed too far.
He'd finally cornered J'shom near dawn, and given him the song, which brought the most delightful smile to the Harper's face. That, along with the fact J'shom was wearing the shirt B'kit embroidered for his birthday, and the two glasses of wine was enough to make him bolder than he'd been yet, leaning in to steal a kiss as the sun rose over the Weyrbowl.
J'shom hadn't pushed him away. Hadn't run away, or babbled some excuse. Or said anything at all.
That had been two weeks ago, and the harper had avoided him ever since.
You worry too much. His dragon's gentle rebuke drew Kitt back out of his thoughts. Will you sing me something? Erebuth nudged Kitt's hand where it had stopped moving, reminding him to keep oiling, since this was supposed to be distracting him from fretting. "Of course, Re. Any requests?"
Erebuth rumbled, considering. He rolled over, exposing his belly for attention, then replied, anything. I just like your voice. B'kit smiled and shoved the blue's shoulder lightly. "Flatterer." But it was too easy to slip into one of Erebuth's favorite lullabies and he felt his mood lighten again.