18.Dec.15, 11:25 PM
He muttered in his sleep as he shifted with the dream. Something in the water. Something fierce and mind numbing. Flights with Gelabrith. It was all jumbled in his mind and he couldn't make sense of it. He shifted again, waking slowly, and a slight frown grew between his eyes as a cool breeze blew across him and the bed moved. Why in all that was holy is his bed moving? He hadn't drunk anything.
You should probably wake up
He grunted and kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to wake up. Or move. Or much of anything. His bedding was far more comfortable and tempting than anything that was not it. Gelabrith continued to insist he woke becoming annoying in his needling. He still refused until the voice broke through Gelabrith's. His eyes shot open, wide and disbelieving and he bolted upright wincing slightly at the pull in his shoulders. He eyes landed on J'ver. J'ver in his bed. J'ver who he very nearly hated. What in the actual fuck.
Be angry all you want, T'drin, it won't change anything.
He growled, both at the dragon and the situation. A man in his fucking bed. Through gritted teeth he snarled, "Get. Away. From. Me," and shoved at J'ver uncaring whether he connected. Uncaring whether the man fell and was harmed. "There is nothing pleasant about this!" he shouted. His mind was a whirlwind of emotion. Anger at Gelabrith for flying Rilaleeyth. Hatred for J'ver... And what felt like elation. This could not be real.
He grunted and kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to wake up. Or move. Or much of anything. His bedding was far more comfortable and tempting than anything that was not it. Gelabrith continued to insist he woke becoming annoying in his needling. He still refused until the voice broke through Gelabrith's. His eyes shot open, wide and disbelieving and he bolted upright wincing slightly at the pull in his shoulders. He eyes landed on J'ver. J'ver in his bed. J'ver who he very nearly hated. What in the actual fuck.
He growled, both at the dragon and the situation. A man in his fucking bed. Through gritted teeth he snarled, "Get. Away. From. Me," and shoved at J'ver uncaring whether he connected. Uncaring whether the man fell and was harmed. "There is nothing pleasant about this!" he shouted. His mind was a whirlwind of emotion. Anger at Gelabrith for flying Rilaleeyth. Hatred for J'ver... And what felt like elation. This could not be real.