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01.Sep.12, 07:59 AM
Twelve days was an awful long time to intentionally avoid someone. Talian had gone just as long accidentally avoiding Valerian, but that was exactly that - an accident. Intentionally avoiding any chance of seeing the harper was a much more serious and much more difficult. The result? Talian didn't emerge from the healer hall, ever. He coaxed the other healers into bringing him food in exchange for taking their shifts. He worked his fingers to the bone and recatalogued every solitary piece of equipment and medicinal substance in the entire damn place, not to mention re-arranging his office once only to realize he hated the new look and immediately switching it back.
Tal didn't have any nightmares over the encounter. He didn't have any anger or bitterness. He knew what had happened was relatively normal and absolutely nothing like the assault he'd suffered at the hands of J'ver. The fact that flight-losers liked to grab for anything in arm's reach was pretty well-known, and he Weyr obviously didn't punish offenders with much more than a slap on the wrist. That didn't make Tal happy about it, but he had the strangest feeling whenever he throught about it for more than a few moments at a time.
It was normal. It was okay.
No, it was rape.
But it was normal. He hadn't said 'no'? Why hadn't he said no?
Why didn't he care?
Tal's confused mind couldn't come to a logical conclusion, and that was driving him mad. He'd been interested in Valerian before, but it had more to do with his emotional attachment to the man than anything else. After J'ver, wasting emotion on sex seemed like a waste of time. It should have just been a speedbump, the sort of thing that they both got over relatively quickly. Valerian seemed upset, though...and Talian just didn't know how or what to feel about it at all.
So he'd ignored it. If he thought about it too much, he became uncomfortable.
Twelve days later and he couldn't take it anymore. He thought about visiting Valerian early on in his shift, and as time wore on the notion consumed him more and more. He didn't want to lose a friend, or make Valerian suffer through guilt...and he desperately, desperately wanted to sort out his own feelings on the matter. The numbness was as consuming as grief, in it's own terrible way.
Talian entered the weyrling barracks with a heavy heart, his feet barely willing to move forward. He knocked nervously on Valerian's door, and he hoped.
Tal didn't have any nightmares over the encounter. He didn't have any anger or bitterness. He knew what had happened was relatively normal and absolutely nothing like the assault he'd suffered at the hands of J'ver. The fact that flight-losers liked to grab for anything in arm's reach was pretty well-known, and he Weyr obviously didn't punish offenders with much more than a slap on the wrist. That didn't make Tal happy about it, but he had the strangest feeling whenever he throught about it for more than a few moments at a time.
It was normal. It was okay.
No, it was rape.
But it was normal. He hadn't said 'no'? Why hadn't he said no?
Why didn't he care?
Tal's confused mind couldn't come to a logical conclusion, and that was driving him mad. He'd been interested in Valerian before, but it had more to do with his emotional attachment to the man than anything else. After J'ver, wasting emotion on sex seemed like a waste of time. It should have just been a speedbump, the sort of thing that they both got over relatively quickly. Valerian seemed upset, though...and Talian just didn't know how or what to feel about it at all.
So he'd ignored it. If he thought about it too much, he became uncomfortable.
Twelve days later and he couldn't take it anymore. He thought about visiting Valerian early on in his shift, and as time wore on the notion consumed him more and more. He didn't want to lose a friend, or make Valerian suffer through guilt...and he desperately, desperately wanted to sort out his own feelings on the matter. The numbness was as consuming as grief, in it's own terrible way.
Talian entered the weyrling barracks with a heavy heart, his feet barely willing to move forward. He knocked nervously on Valerian's door, and he hoped.
