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19.Sep.12, 07:06 AM
Talian stiffened at the unwanted touch. His expression became deathly blank in the following moments as he found himself trapped between the two men, one uttering unwanted sexual comments while the other simply stared death at him, and not even in a deliberate way! S'kef looked so sharding bored, so uninterested and so contemptuous, that Talian felt he might wither and die just from being exposed to his expression.
These men had done a lot of terrible things, both to Talian and to people that he cared for. He steadied himself as best he could, nervously yet dutifully continuing with his work, not bothering to reply to J'ver.
S'kef sighed, snapping his head towards J'ver and frowning. His expression was almost-accusing, intended to remind J'ver of what exactly the foul little healer had done to them. S'kef held his tongue, however. He knew that for some reason, on some level, J'ver liked Talian. S'kef would tolerate it, though it clearly blew his mind. The things he put up with for his sweet little greenrider!
The brownrider not-frowned at J'ver's final statement. That was indeed a nice promise, but S'kef would have preferred J'ver keep the sexual comments private. That was probably too much to hope for at this point, and S'kef decided to take it as a compliment rather than get too riled over something he'd asked for the day he confessed his love to the little snot.
Talian piped up. "Do you have any lingering s-sensitivity or pressure in your joints?"
S'kef glared at him. "Learn to address a dragonrider properly. And no. I've been able to move just fine and everything feels normal."
Tal swallowed hard. "I see. Well, sir...it seems you check out. I b-believe what you suffered from was a southern variation of an uncommon illness back home. Your body has had time to adapt and develop and immunity, so it's u-unlikely to recur..." Tal was amazingly composed for someone so frightened. Only his stammering voice betrayed him.
"Good. Thanks."
With that, S'kef brushed Talian aside and stood up. His hard expression softened to one of smug self-satisfaction as he took a step towards J'ver, brushing against the greenrider almost playfully as he headed for the door. He wasn't going to jump with to public displays of affection with Talian in the room, but he could tease his greenie with a little bump while walking.
"Come on, J'ver. Let's leave the healer to his tools and herbs." Once he was safely in the hallway, S'kef turned on his heels and let loose a wicked grin, planning to seize his little greenrider the moment he rounded the corner.
A clean bill of health...what amazing news.
These men had done a lot of terrible things, both to Talian and to people that he cared for. He steadied himself as best he could, nervously yet dutifully continuing with his work, not bothering to reply to J'ver.
S'kef sighed, snapping his head towards J'ver and frowning. His expression was almost-accusing, intended to remind J'ver of what exactly the foul little healer had done to them. S'kef held his tongue, however. He knew that for some reason, on some level, J'ver liked Talian. S'kef would tolerate it, though it clearly blew his mind. The things he put up with for his sweet little greenrider!
The brownrider not-frowned at J'ver's final statement. That was indeed a nice promise, but S'kef would have preferred J'ver keep the sexual comments private. That was probably too much to hope for at this point, and S'kef decided to take it as a compliment rather than get too riled over something he'd asked for the day he confessed his love to the little snot.
Talian piped up. "Do you have any lingering s-sensitivity or pressure in your joints?"
S'kef glared at him. "Learn to address a dragonrider properly. And no. I've been able to move just fine and everything feels normal."
Tal swallowed hard. "I see. Well, sir...it seems you check out. I b-believe what you suffered from was a southern variation of an uncommon illness back home. Your body has had time to adapt and develop and immunity, so it's u-unlikely to recur..." Tal was amazingly composed for someone so frightened. Only his stammering voice betrayed him.
"Good. Thanks."
With that, S'kef brushed Talian aside and stood up. His hard expression softened to one of smug self-satisfaction as he took a step towards J'ver, brushing against the greenrider almost playfully as he headed for the door. He wasn't going to jump with to public displays of affection with Talian in the room, but he could tease his greenie with a little bump while walking.
"Come on, J'ver. Let's leave the healer to his tools and herbs." Once he was safely in the hallway, S'kef turned on his heels and let loose a wicked grin, planning to seize his little greenrider the moment he rounded the corner.
A clean bill of health...what amazing news.
