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16.Feb.21, 03:58 AM
“I don’t think you’re an idiot.” F’drel paused, to let the words sink in, maybe, before saying anything more. “Flights are—an unpleasant necessity of being a dragonrider, in my experience. It’s not unusual to not like it, or be overwhelmed.” More for greenriders, generally, but F’drel had the sense there was more to D’nei’s reaction here than getting tossed around by a winner. Considering, clearly, he hadn’t been tossed around by a winner, since he was the winner, and F’drel knew he didn’t do much tossing in Flights and didn’t feel terribly tossed himself.
“I don’t know if this will help you at all, but I try to think of it as...as not me, doing anything. It’s Halomirth. I’m not there, mentally, so I’m not doing—things.” F’drel made a face, even though D’nei wasn’t looking. “It sometimes helps, a little. Sometimes.”
F’drel sighed loudly, frustrated with himself. “I don’t know anything reassuring to say, I’m sorry. Like, I get it, I think, at least somewhat. I’ve never genuinely wanted to have sex in my life, I don’t think, but it still happens fairly regularly.” Halomirth earned him a few rounds a Turn, and then there was the precarious ‘relationship’ he had with D’hys. Which was more than he wanted, but he allowed all of it. Halomirth deserved to have her fun, and F’drel wanted her to be happy. Seeing D’hys periodically was astronomically stressful but also had a very practical purpose, so it was worth the temporary discomfort.
He sighed again. “Telling you that you’ll get used to it seems tasteless, but it’s what happened to me. Or I got numb to it, at least. Easier to compartmentalize and just go along with things.” None of this was anything F’drel had talked about before—he couldn’t dump it on a sibling, or R’dal, and he didn’t trust anyone else enough with that kind of personal information—but he didn’t know what else to do, and maybe some of it, any of it, would make D’nei less miserable. If anyone should be crying after a Flight it should be him, the winner crying and panicky set off every single one of his older brother instincts.
“Sorry,” he said for good measure, apologizing for not having anything truly helpful to say.
“I don’t know if this will help you at all, but I try to think of it as...as not me, doing anything. It’s Halomirth. I’m not there, mentally, so I’m not doing—things.” F’drel made a face, even though D’nei wasn’t looking. “It sometimes helps, a little. Sometimes.”
F’drel sighed loudly, frustrated with himself. “I don’t know anything reassuring to say, I’m sorry. Like, I get it, I think, at least somewhat. I’ve never genuinely wanted to have sex in my life, I don’t think, but it still happens fairly regularly.” Halomirth earned him a few rounds a Turn, and then there was the precarious ‘relationship’ he had with D’hys. Which was more than he wanted, but he allowed all of it. Halomirth deserved to have her fun, and F’drel wanted her to be happy. Seeing D’hys periodically was astronomically stressful but also had a very practical purpose, so it was worth the temporary discomfort.
He sighed again. “Telling you that you’ll get used to it seems tasteless, but it’s what happened to me. Or I got numb to it, at least. Easier to compartmentalize and just go along with things.” None of this was anything F’drel had talked about before—he couldn’t dump it on a sibling, or R’dal, and he didn’t trust anyone else enough with that kind of personal information—but he didn’t know what else to do, and maybe some of it, any of it, would make D’nei less miserable. If anyone should be crying after a Flight it should be him, the winner crying and panicky set off every single one of his older brother instincts.
“Sorry,” he said for good measure, apologizing for not having anything truly helpful to say.
