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28.Oct.18, 01:43 AM
“I still have all my pieces, don’t worry, Mymy. I will make sure to take all planned injuries out of my schedule for you,” Misha said reassuringly, leaving a kiss on her temple, “This whole place was in chaos, it’s not your fault you couldn’t track me down in what, at least a couple hundred people?” Misharan knew there were around one hundred fifty Candidates at Telgar, then the Healers, then the Weyrlingmaster and her assistants, and of course the dragonriders and other people who rushed to the Sands, so keeping track of one (admittedly eye-catching) Candidate wasn’t exactly easy among all those people running around. “It’s not your fault you can’t see everywhere and know everything, Mylo. You found me as soon as you knew. That’s enough for me.”
Really, Misha didn’t mind at all that his friends hadn’t rushed over to him immediately. He was sure Mylorah had been doing something else important, and while having a friend around would have been nice, he didn’t need one there. Gave the Healers more space, and his friends were there now. It proved they cared about him, and that’s really all Misharan wanted. As long as he knew his closest friends wanted to be there for him, he didn’t need them to be physically there at all times. They came when they could and it meant to much to him.
Misharan watched Mylorah carefully to see if she seemed to be believing him. There were so many reasons to be upset that night, and he didn’t want to be another one. Deciding she at least somewhat believed him, he gave her another kiss on the cheek before turning to look at Kordiavis.
“And I’ll have you know I can make anything sexy, thank you very much Kordiavis,” he said with a tired grin, trying his best sound like his usual teasing self and not completely fucking exhausted. Misha sighed curling into the hug again, really wanting to go sleep but not wanting to let Mylorah and Kordiavis leave. He wanted to hug his friends, alright, it made him feel better way more than the numbweed did. With another sigh Misha answered the rest of Kordi’s question.
“But yeah, probably scarring. Healer said something about minimal impact to range of movement or recurring pain if I don’t fuck it up too bad while it’s healing, so I guess I’ll be doing absolutely nothing for at least a few days, if not longer.” Misharan grimaced. “It’s gonna be boring as shit, I’m sure, but I’d rather like to keep my full range of motion, I use that. At least she didn’t scratch up my pretty face,” he said with a wink, before leaning his head on Kordiavis’ shoulder and nuzzling into it, trying to communicate that he understood that flirting and making light of everything was Kordi’s way of dealing with everything at the moment. Misha understood, saying dumb shit was a way he managed difficult things all the time. It was just easier sometimes and he was grateful Kordiavis was letting him be a snarky dick while also being serious and open with Mylorah. Both were genuine, and he loved both of them so much and really hoped they knew.
Really, Misha didn’t mind at all that his friends hadn’t rushed over to him immediately. He was sure Mylorah had been doing something else important, and while having a friend around would have been nice, he didn’t need one there. Gave the Healers more space, and his friends were there now. It proved they cared about him, and that’s really all Misharan wanted. As long as he knew his closest friends wanted to be there for him, he didn’t need them to be physically there at all times. They came when they could and it meant to much to him.
Misharan watched Mylorah carefully to see if she seemed to be believing him. There were so many reasons to be upset that night, and he didn’t want to be another one. Deciding she at least somewhat believed him, he gave her another kiss on the cheek before turning to look at Kordiavis.
“And I’ll have you know I can make anything sexy, thank you very much Kordiavis,” he said with a tired grin, trying his best sound like his usual teasing self and not completely fucking exhausted. Misha sighed curling into the hug again, really wanting to go sleep but not wanting to let Mylorah and Kordiavis leave. He wanted to hug his friends, alright, it made him feel better way more than the numbweed did. With another sigh Misha answered the rest of Kordi’s question.
“But yeah, probably scarring. Healer said something about minimal impact to range of movement or recurring pain if I don’t fuck it up too bad while it’s healing, so I guess I’ll be doing absolutely nothing for at least a few days, if not longer.” Misharan grimaced. “It’s gonna be boring as shit, I’m sure, but I’d rather like to keep my full range of motion, I use that. At least she didn’t scratch up my pretty face,” he said with a wink, before leaning his head on Kordiavis’ shoulder and nuzzling into it, trying to communicate that he understood that flirting and making light of everything was Kordi’s way of dealing with everything at the moment. Misha understood, saying dumb shit was a way he managed difficult things all the time. It was just easier sometimes and he was grateful Kordiavis was letting him be a snarky dick while also being serious and open with Mylorah. Both were genuine, and he loved both of them so much and really hoped they knew.
