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06.Mar.19, 08:05 AM
B’jin blinked, mildly surprised and somewhat more worried, by R’nd’s bland response. While it wasn’t that late yet, and hardly dark outside, the weyr itself didn’t get a whole lot of daylight in it. Not like when they were living in large windowed huts in Katila! It had taken B’jin a while to get used to living in the semi-dark of the cave styled weyrs. He’d never been one for liking the dark, which was why the weyr he shared with R’nd had glowstones just about every two feet, or anywhere he could set one. It was also why Larrikith and Ayyonth shared their weyr with a large assortment of lavender in pots.
A little shake of his head and B’jin pulled himself back to focus on R’nd as the bluerider spoke, blonde head tipping slightly to one side at the name of his mate’s brother. Anger flickered over B’jin’s face at Pendalier banishing R’nd from his childhood home, before a soft ‘Oh,’ escaped as R’nd continued. B’jin pursed his lips and did his best to not say anything else as he watched R’nd stare down into his cup once more. Honestly, B’jin wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to answer him, and that made B’jin more than a little uncomfortable.
“Oh, sweetheart,” B’jin said softly, not even sure how to continue for several moments, just standing there awkwardly. A deep breath was taken, and B’jin puffed it out slowly and gave R’nd a slightly pained look. “That’s really far more common in the higher-ranking families than they would like their subjects to know.” He considered for a moment, before continuing. “Especially considering the flack they give dragonriders for being promiscuous.”
B’jin scratched one cheek, looking awkward again; didn’t help that he was in need of a shave. B’jin dropped his hand from his face and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Probably not the best moment to tell you that, ahh, you remember Amarilla?” B’jin would have been shocked if R’nd didn’t remember the beautiful Lady of Telgar, but B’jin was also more than a little biased in that matter. “Lady of Telgar?” B’jin shifted awkwardly, aware that he was attempting to delay and not really trying to change that. Taking a deep breath, B’jin cringed and looked at R’nd with great pain. “The Heir of Telgar is my son.”
Well, if he had any doubt about your relationship with that woman pre-me, he won’t now. Larrikith snorted, amused, and B’jin ignored her with great dignity. He was pretty sure her second son was his, too, but he wasn’t positive and (when questioned) neither was she. But they were pretty sure he was. The math was slightly off kilter, but Amarilla was quite sure that was because the child had been born late, not because he wasn’t B’jin’s. Not that it made much difference to B’jin, in the end. The two boys were barely younger than R’nd – which was awkward as fuck – and B’jin had no desire to let anyone know he had two grown kids if he didn’t have to.
He wasn’t quite sure now was the moment he should tell R’nd he was – what? Step father once removed? – of the upcoming Lord of Telgar. But he felt akward, and unsure, and didn’t know what to say to his lover. His immediate response of a shocked ‘you didn’t know?!’ didn’t seem like it would quite be appropriate. B’jin’s nose crinkled up and he left R’nd to swallow the information he’d just dumped on him, and collected to mugs of warm (hot) chocolate. B’jin wasn’t huge on hot-chocolate (he’d rather – so shockingly – wine) but he felt the warmth of the drink would be well received and it wouldn’t keep them up and antsy like klah would.
Returning, B’jin set R’nd’s preferred mug down in front of him, not looking at his lover as he quietly took the stool beside him, waiting.
A little shake of his head and B’jin pulled himself back to focus on R’nd as the bluerider spoke, blonde head tipping slightly to one side at the name of his mate’s brother. Anger flickered over B’jin’s face at Pendalier banishing R’nd from his childhood home, before a soft ‘Oh,’ escaped as R’nd continued. B’jin pursed his lips and did his best to not say anything else as he watched R’nd stare down into his cup once more. Honestly, B’jin wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to answer him, and that made B’jin more than a little uncomfortable.
“Oh, sweetheart,” B’jin said softly, not even sure how to continue for several moments, just standing there awkwardly. A deep breath was taken, and B’jin puffed it out slowly and gave R’nd a slightly pained look. “That’s really far more common in the higher-ranking families than they would like their subjects to know.” He considered for a moment, before continuing. “Especially considering the flack they give dragonriders for being promiscuous.”
B’jin scratched one cheek, looking awkward again; didn’t help that he was in need of a shave. B’jin dropped his hand from his face and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Probably not the best moment to tell you that, ahh, you remember Amarilla?” B’jin would have been shocked if R’nd didn’t remember the beautiful Lady of Telgar, but B’jin was also more than a little biased in that matter. “Lady of Telgar?” B’jin shifted awkwardly, aware that he was attempting to delay and not really trying to change that. Taking a deep breath, B’jin cringed and looked at R’nd with great pain. “The Heir of Telgar is my son.”
He wasn’t quite sure now was the moment he should tell R’nd he was – what? Step father once removed? – of the upcoming Lord of Telgar. But he felt akward, and unsure, and didn’t know what to say to his lover. His immediate response of a shocked ‘you didn’t know?!’ didn’t seem like it would quite be appropriate. B’jin’s nose crinkled up and he left R’nd to swallow the information he’d just dumped on him, and collected to mugs of warm (hot) chocolate. B’jin wasn’t huge on hot-chocolate (he’d rather – so shockingly – wine) but he felt the warmth of the drink would be well received and it wouldn’t keep them up and antsy like klah would.
Returning, B’jin set R’nd’s preferred mug down in front of him, not looking at his lover as he quietly took the stool beside him, waiting.
