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23.May.18, 12:11 AM
“I’m not the only one here who can speak.” F’drel said with a touch of annoyance. It wasn’t his job to carry a conversation. If D’hys had said more F’drel would have responded, but since D’hys wasn’t talking F’drel didn’t bother either. Especially since there was surprisingly good food to be eaten. The baker back in Nabol had a tendency to over salt the bread, and the ones at Ista generally under salted it. D’hys had added a reasonable amount of salt, making it the most well salted bread F’drel had eaten in a long time, and he wanted to enjoy it. He noted the bluerider taking his wine glass too, though as he wasn’t planning to drink it he didn’t care. Considering F’drel didn’t really drink and had no idea what his alcohol tolerance was he didn’t want to chance it. Not that one glass of wine, of all drinks, was likely to do anything to him, but still. And he hadn’t ‘acquired’ a taste for wine yet, so why drink something he didn’t care for on top of possible intoxication? Absolutely not worth it. And D’hys seemed to have no problem drinking a second glass, so what was the harm?
He frowned slightly at D’hys’ poker metaphor, not entirely sure where it was going. What did he mean, lay his cards on the — oh. Well. It was a good thing F’drel had finished eating or he would almost certainly have choked then. Sure, F’drel had expected they would reach this point sometime before he left Fort, but he was not anticipating quite that much straightforwardness about it.
F’drel had a moment of panic when D’hys started standing, but exhaled in relief when the man headed toward the kitchen and didn’t immediately follow his statement by making good on it and pushing F’drel against the wall. Thank Faranth, it gave him a second to think — or at least try to, considering the circles his thoughts were running in at the moment. He could feel Miri start to hover questioningly at the edge of his consciousness, and F’drel quickly reassured her everything was fine and she didn’t have to worry about him, he was just surprised. And having flashbacks to most of the times he’d had sex in is life, but that wasn’t entirely unprecedented.
Until Miri’s Flight, F’drel hadn’t had sex since before she’d hatched. From the moment he’d met her gaze Halomirth had become the most important thing in his life. Which meant he’d had little interest in anything outside of her and her care; He’d also had an excuse. He could brush off most advances with a ‘sorry, my dragon’s not ready yet’ and the vast majority of weyrfolk would accept that with little complaint. Halomirth would almost certainly have been fine with him having sex nearly a turn ago, but F’drel had clung to that way out when people approached him and never approached anyone himself.
But he couldn't avoid sex forever, especially not now that Halomirth had started Flying. F’drel didn’t even think he wanted to avoid it forever, despite having such great experiences with it, even if he’d had more of a choice.
D’hys returned from the kitchen with a glass of water, and F’drel tracked the man as he crossed the room and left the glass on the table near him. It was pretty clear the water was for him, and F’drel managed to mutter out a thanks before he picked the glass up and cradled it in both hands. He felt having something to hold onto might be grounding. F’drel gently swished the water around the glass, careful not to spill it, still thinking as D’hys started talking again. He scowled slightly at the comment about him not talking. He didn’t babble constantly, that didn’t mean he was dumb or totally antisocial. If Dhys had been raised in place where he was expected to be as unnoticeable as possible then maybe he wouldn’t be big on initiating conversation either. Why was the bluerider so fixated on how much he was talking? Did he really talk so little?
Realizing he had focused on the inconsequential part of D’hys statement, probably to avoid having to think about the real issue at hand — F’drel knew himself well enough to admit he did that — F’drel focused back on the immediate situation. He noticed how D’hys had stepped back and left him with some space. That surprised F’drel, but he wasn’t unappreciative of it. It was hard to think or say no to someone when they were that close to you, especially if they were standing and you were sitting — more leverage, more power. And not only had D’hys stepped back, he’d gone back into the kitchen, another room entirely. F’drel had space to breath, and to think.
Which meant D’hys was either somewhat of a decent person and not trying to coerce him into anything, or was a complete master of fucking with people and trying to throw him off. The later was definitely possible, considering F’drel didn’t know the man well, and even somewhat likely — the way he spoke about playing mind games and stringing F’drel along sounded like it had been an option he’d discarded, not one he hadn’t considered. But it didn’t feel like he was playing a game with that many complex layers. F’drel was too wary to not be mindful of the possibility, but from what he could tell D’hys was in fact laying all his cards on the table — or at least most of them. That fact made him slightly more positively inclined towards the man. He could have carried on trying to manipulate him into sex, but he had chosen not to. That said something, F’drel thought, taking a sip of the water he still held.
And Halomirth really liked Zeianth. As far as F’drel could tell she didn’t like him particularly more than she liked any dragon she considered a friend, but she would definitely want to continue spending time with him. Which meant he probably couldn’t avoid the blue’s rider forever, since he wanted Miri to be happy and spend time with her friends. And he didn’t hate D’hys yet…
When D’hys returned from the kitchen, F’drel had a few questions for him.
“If I were to say yes to your proposal,” He started, watching D’hys’ reactions carefully, “Could I change it to a no in the future? Say in a month I decide I’m not feeling it anymore, I say I’m done and that’s it? Or if you stop by and I don’t have time you won’t make it an issue?” They seemed like silly questions after he’d asked them, but they were important. F’drel hadn’t had much in the way of that sort of control over his sex life before, and he’d decided he wanted even that sort of minimal say in it. If D’hys thought his questions were weird what was the worst he would do, rescind the offer? Not exactly a heartbreaking possibility.
He frowned slightly at D’hys’ poker metaphor, not entirely sure where it was going. What did he mean, lay his cards on the — oh. Well. It was a good thing F’drel had finished eating or he would almost certainly have choked then. Sure, F’drel had expected they would reach this point sometime before he left Fort, but he was not anticipating quite that much straightforwardness about it.
F’drel had a moment of panic when D’hys started standing, but exhaled in relief when the man headed toward the kitchen and didn’t immediately follow his statement by making good on it and pushing F’drel against the wall. Thank Faranth, it gave him a second to think — or at least try to, considering the circles his thoughts were running in at the moment. He could feel Miri start to hover questioningly at the edge of his consciousness, and F’drel quickly reassured her everything was fine and she didn’t have to worry about him, he was just surprised. And having flashbacks to most of the times he’d had sex in is life, but that wasn’t entirely unprecedented.
Until Miri’s Flight, F’drel hadn’t had sex since before she’d hatched. From the moment he’d met her gaze Halomirth had become the most important thing in his life. Which meant he’d had little interest in anything outside of her and her care; He’d also had an excuse. He could brush off most advances with a ‘sorry, my dragon’s not ready yet’ and the vast majority of weyrfolk would accept that with little complaint. Halomirth would almost certainly have been fine with him having sex nearly a turn ago, but F’drel had clung to that way out when people approached him and never approached anyone himself.
But he couldn't avoid sex forever, especially not now that Halomirth had started Flying. F’drel didn’t even think he wanted to avoid it forever, despite having such great experiences with it, even if he’d had more of a choice.
D’hys returned from the kitchen with a glass of water, and F’drel tracked the man as he crossed the room and left the glass on the table near him. It was pretty clear the water was for him, and F’drel managed to mutter out a thanks before he picked the glass up and cradled it in both hands. He felt having something to hold onto might be grounding. F’drel gently swished the water around the glass, careful not to spill it, still thinking as D’hys started talking again. He scowled slightly at the comment about him not talking. He didn’t babble constantly, that didn’t mean he was dumb or totally antisocial. If Dhys had been raised in place where he was expected to be as unnoticeable as possible then maybe he wouldn’t be big on initiating conversation either. Why was the bluerider so fixated on how much he was talking? Did he really talk so little?
Realizing he had focused on the inconsequential part of D’hys statement, probably to avoid having to think about the real issue at hand — F’drel knew himself well enough to admit he did that — F’drel focused back on the immediate situation. He noticed how D’hys had stepped back and left him with some space. That surprised F’drel, but he wasn’t unappreciative of it. It was hard to think or say no to someone when they were that close to you, especially if they were standing and you were sitting — more leverage, more power. And not only had D’hys stepped back, he’d gone back into the kitchen, another room entirely. F’drel had space to breath, and to think.
Which meant D’hys was either somewhat of a decent person and not trying to coerce him into anything, or was a complete master of fucking with people and trying to throw him off. The later was definitely possible, considering F’drel didn’t know the man well, and even somewhat likely — the way he spoke about playing mind games and stringing F’drel along sounded like it had been an option he’d discarded, not one he hadn’t considered. But it didn’t feel like he was playing a game with that many complex layers. F’drel was too wary to not be mindful of the possibility, but from what he could tell D’hys was in fact laying all his cards on the table — or at least most of them. That fact made him slightly more positively inclined towards the man. He could have carried on trying to manipulate him into sex, but he had chosen not to. That said something, F’drel thought, taking a sip of the water he still held.
And Halomirth really liked Zeianth. As far as F’drel could tell she didn’t like him particularly more than she liked any dragon she considered a friend, but she would definitely want to continue spending time with him. Which meant he probably couldn’t avoid the blue’s rider forever, since he wanted Miri to be happy and spend time with her friends. And he didn’t hate D’hys yet…
When D’hys returned from the kitchen, F’drel had a few questions for him.
“If I were to say yes to your proposal,” He started, watching D’hys’ reactions carefully, “Could I change it to a no in the future? Say in a month I decide I’m not feeling it anymore, I say I’m done and that’s it? Or if you stop by and I don’t have time you won’t make it an issue?” They seemed like silly questions after he’d asked them, but they were important. F’drel hadn’t had much in the way of that sort of control over his sex life before, and he’d decided he wanted even that sort of minimal say in it. If D’hys thought his questions were weird what was the worst he would do, rescind the offer? Not exactly a heartbreaking possibility.
