16.Aug.12, 02:36 AM
B'jin didn't utter so much as a sound when N'gelt grabbed his arm. He did, however, almost plaster himself on the roof in terrified shock. Brown eyes huge, B'jin turned to stare up at N'gelt in horror, trembling visibly. It took a moment for the Weyrsecond's words to register, the greenrider being too focused on the way the brownrider was eyeing him off, and wondering if he would make it out of the hut alive. When they did, B'jin shook his head timidly, refusing to take his gaze from N'gelt's face but incapable of not answering. His voice had gone on holiday.
When N'gelt finally let him go (it felt like a lifetime!) B'jin collapsed back against R'nd, trembling as he pressed back against the bluerider, unconsciously - but visibly - seeking reassurance. He cautiously relaxed his grip on R'nd's hand after a few moments, still pressed tight to the bluerider's side. I believe he thinks you're weird, Larrikith put in cheerfully, her words distinctly giving the impression of N'gelt. You are acting remarkably silly. B'jin frowned, pouting slightly. He was not! You are acting like a wherry surrounded by hungry dragons. You do realise no one is going to eat you, right? Well, R'nd might, but you haven't objected to that yet.
B'jin wasn't quite sure whether to be amused or embarrassed, particularly when he realised Larrikith had shared the entire wherry eating comment with R'nd. He was still trying to decide when he found himself at the table, and blinked. Had he lead them over, or had R'nd? Did it matter? B'jin lifted his free hand to ruffle through his hair, the fingers of his other hand still securely linked with R'nd's. The greenrider glanced sideways at his lover, before seating himself, letting the other man's fingers go so he could reclaim his own. It was less reassuring, but he was sitting on the other side of the table to the brownrider, so he should have some forewarning if N'gelt decided to attack him...
Right?
When N'gelt finally let him go (it felt like a lifetime!) B'jin collapsed back against R'nd, trembling as he pressed back against the bluerider, unconsciously - but visibly - seeking reassurance. He cautiously relaxed his grip on R'nd's hand after a few moments, still pressed tight to the bluerider's side. I believe he thinks you're weird, Larrikith put in cheerfully, her words distinctly giving the impression of N'gelt. You are acting remarkably silly. B'jin frowned, pouting slightly. He was not! You are acting like a wherry surrounded by hungry dragons. You do realise no one is going to eat you, right? Well, R'nd might, but you haven't objected to that yet.
B'jin wasn't quite sure whether to be amused or embarrassed, particularly when he realised Larrikith had shared the entire wherry eating comment with R'nd. He was still trying to decide when he found himself at the table, and blinked. Had he lead them over, or had R'nd? Did it matter? B'jin lifted his free hand to ruffle through his hair, the fingers of his other hand still securely linked with R'nd's. The greenrider glanced sideways at his lover, before seating himself, letting the other man's fingers go so he could reclaim his own. It was less reassuring, but he was sitting on the other side of the table to the brownrider, so he should have some forewarning if N'gelt decided to attack him...
Right?