25.Aug.14, 11:51 PM
“Several reasons really,” K’tir started, not at all put off by the question or worried about what he was and wasn’t allowed to say. As far as he was aware, there really hadn’t been any restrictions though he was certain anything that made S’kef seem like a kind man only looking out for the best interests of everyone would be encouraged. Good thing S’kef and J’ver weren’t around right then! Well, he assumed J’ver wasn’t lurking around him since he never proved to be of much interest to the greenrider and at such an event, he was likely assigned some more prominent parties.
“Most of us didn’t want to stay South, especially for as long as we had. When the landslide wiped out so much, it became clear we needed to relocate.” The words were calm and even but the rest of his wine was tossed back immediately after. He wasn’t plagued by nightmares of that night like some Katlians were but some memories still needed a bit of wine to wash them down. The empty glass was set down beside the bottle and K’tir turned his full gaze on Ekshan, “some of us were lonely as well.” He said nothing else on the matter but the look in his eyes and the slight quirk of a brow said it all. Ekshan had never been asked his preferences but K’tir assumed he liked men to some degree. He was interested in Weyr life and the freedom it held, Gabrin seemed to have some sort of hold on him, and he had yet to run away from the flirting. All good signs in K’tir’s books.
He was barely keeping himself in check as he waited for a response or reaction. If they were at the Weyr, Ekshan would be pushed up against the tree with K’tir’s mouth and hands on him. It was only because he respected the man’s station and the need for secrecy that some of his lovers had that K’tir kept his hands to himself, despite the increasing flush and bliss the wine was creating in him.
“Most of us didn’t want to stay South, especially for as long as we had. When the landslide wiped out so much, it became clear we needed to relocate.” The words were calm and even but the rest of his wine was tossed back immediately after. He wasn’t plagued by nightmares of that night like some Katlians were but some memories still needed a bit of wine to wash them down. The empty glass was set down beside the bottle and K’tir turned his full gaze on Ekshan, “some of us were lonely as well.” He said nothing else on the matter but the look in his eyes and the slight quirk of a brow said it all. Ekshan had never been asked his preferences but K’tir assumed he liked men to some degree. He was interested in Weyr life and the freedom it held, Gabrin seemed to have some sort of hold on him, and he had yet to run away from the flirting. All good signs in K’tir’s books.
He was barely keeping himself in check as he waited for a response or reaction. If they were at the Weyr, Ekshan would be pushed up against the tree with K’tir’s mouth and hands on him. It was only because he respected the man’s station and the need for secrecy that some of his lovers had that K’tir kept his hands to himself, despite the increasing flush and bliss the wine was creating in him.