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13.Oct.18, 04:55 AM
F’drel grit his teeth, managing to keep from scowling, but only barely. ‘So eager today’ — eager to get D’hys out of there so he could finally have some time to himself. ‘Eager.’ Fucking dick. Still, his annoyance at a certain fucking bluerider wasn’t enough of a distraction that F’drel missed that D’hys apparently had another goal for visiting today in addition to likely none-to-gentle sex. Fan-fucking-tastic. Just what F’drel wanted, another man who wanted to ‘discuss’ things with him. He didn’t manage to stop the scowl from breaking across his face at that.
A proposition? F’drel did not like the sound of that, and the assertion he would probably like it made him not like the whole situation more. Stupid fucking bluerider sitting in his chair and claiming bullshit about what he would and would not like. He kept his lips pressed tightly together so that he wouldn’t say anything stupid — or likely to get him hit. Keeping his arms crossed F’drel moved to lean against the wall, not really wanting to sit down or pace — looked too nervous — but needing to do something other than just stand there. The weyr wall was cool, grounding, and gave him something at his back.
He bristled at the mention of his upbringing, because how the fuck did D’hys know anything about that? F’drel sure as fuck hadn’t told him, and it’s not like that many people in the Weyr knew it either. Still, annoying as it was to admit, he was right about F’drel being good at going unnoticed — though apparently that day was an exception and everyone and their dragon were seeking him out. The claim that he worked in information had F’drel raising an eyebrow in consideration. Well, that explained why D’hys knew too much abut him, then. He was a nosy bastard with connections. F’drel thought he’d better figure out who certain of those connections were; he didn’t like not knowing who around the Weyr knew things about his past. Highly disconcerting and very unsafe.
To F’drel’s great displeasure he was, in fact, rather intrigued by the idea. He’d grown up around lords, he knew how much their reputations meant to them and how many secrets they had. F’drel had experience being the dirty little secret, even. It wasn’t surprising at all the same sorts of information was useful in the Weyrs. And damn it, F’drel kind of wanted to play, especially if it involved knocking a lord or asshole dragonrider down a peg or two. He’d even do it for free. Not that he’d let D’hys know that, of course. If he could get more out of playing snitch than grim satisfaction, F’drel would try to get as much as he could wrangle.
“Alright then,” F’drel said, leaning his head back against the wall and watching D’hys carefully, “it’s clear what you get, but what about me? Can’t say I’m overly fond of doing favors out of the goodness of my heart.” Especially for blueriders who see me as minor entertainment at best, he thought sourly, not wanting to give D’hys anything else for free. “In any case, I imagine my definition of interesting’s different than yours, so you’ll have to be more specific about what you’re looking for.”
A proposition? F’drel did not like the sound of that, and the assertion he would probably like it made him not like the whole situation more. Stupid fucking bluerider sitting in his chair and claiming bullshit about what he would and would not like. He kept his lips pressed tightly together so that he wouldn’t say anything stupid — or likely to get him hit. Keeping his arms crossed F’drel moved to lean against the wall, not really wanting to sit down or pace — looked too nervous — but needing to do something other than just stand there. The weyr wall was cool, grounding, and gave him something at his back.
He bristled at the mention of his upbringing, because how the fuck did D’hys know anything about that? F’drel sure as fuck hadn’t told him, and it’s not like that many people in the Weyr knew it either. Still, annoying as it was to admit, he was right about F’drel being good at going unnoticed — though apparently that day was an exception and everyone and their dragon were seeking him out. The claim that he worked in information had F’drel raising an eyebrow in consideration. Well, that explained why D’hys knew too much abut him, then. He was a nosy bastard with connections. F’drel thought he’d better figure out who certain of those connections were; he didn’t like not knowing who around the Weyr knew things about his past. Highly disconcerting and very unsafe.
To F’drel’s great displeasure he was, in fact, rather intrigued by the idea. He’d grown up around lords, he knew how much their reputations meant to them and how many secrets they had. F’drel had experience being the dirty little secret, even. It wasn’t surprising at all the same sorts of information was useful in the Weyrs. And damn it, F’drel kind of wanted to play, especially if it involved knocking a lord or asshole dragonrider down a peg or two. He’d even do it for free. Not that he’d let D’hys know that, of course. If he could get more out of playing snitch than grim satisfaction, F’drel would try to get as much as he could wrangle.
“Alright then,” F’drel said, leaning his head back against the wall and watching D’hys carefully, “it’s clear what you get, but what about me? Can’t say I’m overly fond of doing favors out of the goodness of my heart.” Especially for blueriders who see me as minor entertainment at best, he thought sourly, not wanting to give D’hys anything else for free. “In any case, I imagine my definition of interesting’s different than yours, so you’ll have to be more specific about what you’re looking for.”
