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11.Apr.13, 11:04 AM
Despite the shocking amount of alcohol B’jin had been consuming, his arrogance and pride – along with decades of training – kept his voice clear as he sung. As the musicians around him struck up the first chords, B’jin’s voice was low and husky when he began singing, carrying easily across the crowd but clearly invested in the words leaving his lips, “It still feels like, our first night together…” Despite the fact that he was clearly swaying where he stood from alcohol, rather than any attempt to keep in time with the music, B’jin’s bright (and clearly drunk) eyes shifted over the crowd, words flowing freely from him as alcohol was flowing into him.
“So, if I love you, a little more than I should – Please forgive me, I know not what I do.”
Had he been a little more sober, the words he was signing may have held more relevance, and he might have even faltered - ! – and made a mistake in surprise, or shock, or some other stray emotion that B’jin was still stubbornly refusing to analyse. He knew what he felt, and for whom, but he also knew those feelings were not a part of the deal, that they were deal breakers. R’nd wasn’t a keeper, he was a have-fun-while-he’s-interested type. “Don’t deny me, this pain I’m going through,”
Despite that, B’jin had fallen into the trap, just like every other man and woman R’nd managed to, unintentionally, collect the hearts of. It wasn’t fair, of course, but then, life wasn’t fair – so love had no hope at all. But B’jin was drunk off his face, more so than he usually got at gatherings such as the one currently being celebrated. It could have, perhaps, been attributed to the fact that he had read the song and seen something in it that V’ler had written, designed so everyone in the audience would put the pieces together while the ever-oblivious couple would likely remain completely oblivious. Or, at least, in that moment, B’jin would remain so.
Whether he had managed to put the pieces together while sober was left unknown, with Larrikith likely being the only creature with any hope of figuring that out and the dragon frankly not caring. She was having far too much fun slinking around on the edge of V’ler’s mind as the bluerider watched her rider sing. She’d tried to seek out R’nd earlier, but he’d been dancing and she had lost sight of him in the throngs of people some time ago. She was sure he would have noticed the lyrics by now, and like V’ler’s, she was more than a little excited to see how the younger lover took it.
“The one thing I’m sure of, is the way we make love!” Larrikith gave a cackle of amusement in the back of V’ler’s mind, loving the way the young Harper had put the line in, and the way B’jin sung it with such gusto. He would probably never be able to pull the song off so well again… especially once he realised the significance of the lyrics!
“Can’t stop, loving you,” B’jin’s voice faded away, and he stumbled a little again, a fellow Harper catching him by the upper arm with one hand, and giving the man another shot with the other. B’jin threw it back hazardously, the dragon completely unsure how he managed to get the liquid down his throat and not all over his face, before her drunken bonded was being carefully escorted off the stage before he fell off and broke his neck. He’d probably break it walking over to Valerian – if the stumbling, people-bumping motion he was engaged in could be classified as walking in any way, manner or form – and he finally stopped before the two young Graduates.
“Prittie ssong,” B’jin slurred happily, completely losing whatever talent he possesses to keep lyrics spoken straight and clear in regular speech. “writ’ee moor,” a pause, “nohtnow,” he added, swaying hazardously as he reached out to grab Valerian’s hand and tug him to his feet. “Dance!” beaming brightly, B’jin set wide, begging doe eyes on Valerian. They had to dance, then B’jin could find R’nd and they could dance, before going home to dance. B’jin giggled drunkenly and tugged on Valerian’s hand again.
