30.Oct.17, 03:22 AM
“Yes!” B’jin pleaded, launching himself back at R’nd from where he had been pacing the main room moments before. He landed on his knees, sliding a little on the stone floor, and gripped R’nd’s thighs with a tight grip, staring up at his lover intently. The importance of the answer R’nd gave him couldn’t be exaggerated, and brown eyes were huge in B’jin’s pale face. Whatever the reason behind his demand, it had him spooked, in a purely B’jin manner.
“Seven-oh-three?” B’jin repeated, also colour draining from his face in a wash. It made the sparse freckles he’d collected in Katila stand out strongly.seven-oh-three was bad. That was the Turn he was born. B’jin pushed away, standing up and pacing unhappily, sweeping his hands back through his abused hair. It was standing on end, the recently trimmed hairs spiked up and sticking out in every direction. “What?” He asked, missing the date as he had a meltdown. Larrikith repeated it, laughing with Ayyonth, and B’jin spun on R’nd again.
“The ninth? Of the eleventh month?” He stared at R’nd, waiting for the bluerider to give a nod of confirmation, scared to believe his good luck as he did the quick match; six days! It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough for B’jin. When R’nd did nod, B’jin threw himself onto his lover, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. “Thank Faranth!” He crowed, half on R’nd’s lap, beaming at is lover in delight. “I was so worried!” He confided, gaining some sense of sanity in his relief. “You couldn’t be younger,” he said, scrunching up his nose, “that would be…” a pause, and then a whisper of disgust, “dirty!”
“Seven-oh-three?” B’jin repeated, also colour draining from his face in a wash. It made the sparse freckles he’d collected in Katila stand out strongly.seven-oh-three was bad. That was the Turn he was born. B’jin pushed away, standing up and pacing unhappily, sweeping his hands back through his abused hair. It was standing on end, the recently trimmed hairs spiked up and sticking out in every direction. “What?” He asked, missing the date as he had a meltdown. Larrikith repeated it, laughing with Ayyonth, and B’jin spun on R’nd again.
“The ninth? Of the eleventh month?” He stared at R’nd, waiting for the bluerider to give a nod of confirmation, scared to believe his good luck as he did the quick match; six days! It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough for B’jin. When R’nd did nod, B’jin threw himself onto his lover, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. “Thank Faranth!” He crowed, half on R’nd’s lap, beaming at is lover in delight. “I was so worried!” He confided, gaining some sense of sanity in his relief. “You couldn’t be younger,” he said, scrunching up his nose, “that would be…” a pause, and then a whisper of disgust, “dirty!”