03.Jan.20, 10:29 AM
B’jin wasn’t sure when he realised he was awake, only that he did. He extended his mind cautiously to Larrikith, his stomach knotting uncertainly at the prospect of her Flying – that was usually why he awoke at odd hours – but all he got from the dragon was the peacefulness of sleep. Deep sleep. So she wasn’t the cause, and B’jin gave a soft puff of relief, curling over and around, reaching out for R’nd… and came up empty. Blinking his eyes several times, as if that would help him see in the deep darkness of their bedroom, B’jin cautiously extended his hand further. His lover was definitely not there. Eyebrows knitting together, B’jin ran his hand over the sheets – cool to the touch. So R’nd had been gone for a while. That worried B’jin, and he chewed on his bottom lip as he slowly sat up. They’d gone to bed together, fallen asleep wrapped up in a tangle of limbs, but now he was alone.
Several long minutes were spent waiting for R’nd to come back, deciding that the bluerider had simply gone to the toilet, or perhaps down to the kitchens for a snack of some description. But he didn’t come back, and B’jin’s anxiety rose. The greenrider had been quieter than normal, the past few days; he hadn’t withdrawn, but he’d clearly been lost in his own thoughts, and B’jin suddenly worried that R’nd was upset about that. Maybe he thought B’jin was going to be a complete idiot again? With his breath catching in his throat, B’jin slipped noiselessly out of bed, and felt around quietly for a pair of pants. He found his super-soft, well-worn pyjama pants. Pulling them on, B’jin padded quietly out of the room, wondering where R’nd might have gone, and more than a little terrified that the bluerider had packed up in the middle of the night to start the new Turn somewhere far from B’jin.
Ice ran down B’jin’s spine at the thought.
Stepping into the living area, B’jin looked around quietly, his eye being drawn to the slightest shift of light; blinking, he followed it and found himself out on the ledge. It didn’t much to spot R’nd, a shadow in the moonlight and twinkle of the stars that were peeking through the clouds. Studying him for a few moments, B’jin joined R’nd quietly, stopping behind him and peering off the ledge. Larrikith was still dead to the world; Ayyonth didn’t have his eyes open, so B’jin wasn’t sure if he was interrupting or not. When R’nd didn’t acknowledge his presence, either to send him away or welcome him, B’jin stepped a bit closer, brushing his fingers along the back of R’nd’s shoulders. “Hey,” he murmured softly, voice barely above a whisper.
Lowering himself to the ground, B’jin scooted in close, pressing his chest to R’nd’s back and stretching his legs out alongside R’nd’s longer ones. His arms snaked loosely around R’nd’s waist, and B’jin pressed a soft kiss to the back of his mate’s neck. “Are you okay?” B’jin asked softly, his gaze flickering between R’nd’s cheek and the sky before them.
Several long minutes were spent waiting for R’nd to come back, deciding that the bluerider had simply gone to the toilet, or perhaps down to the kitchens for a snack of some description. But he didn’t come back, and B’jin’s anxiety rose. The greenrider had been quieter than normal, the past few days; he hadn’t withdrawn, but he’d clearly been lost in his own thoughts, and B’jin suddenly worried that R’nd was upset about that. Maybe he thought B’jin was going to be a complete idiot again? With his breath catching in his throat, B’jin slipped noiselessly out of bed, and felt around quietly for a pair of pants. He found his super-soft, well-worn pyjama pants. Pulling them on, B’jin padded quietly out of the room, wondering where R’nd might have gone, and more than a little terrified that the bluerider had packed up in the middle of the night to start the new Turn somewhere far from B’jin.
Ice ran down B’jin’s spine at the thought.
Stepping into the living area, B’jin looked around quietly, his eye being drawn to the slightest shift of light; blinking, he followed it and found himself out on the ledge. It didn’t much to spot R’nd, a shadow in the moonlight and twinkle of the stars that were peeking through the clouds. Studying him for a few moments, B’jin joined R’nd quietly, stopping behind him and peering off the ledge. Larrikith was still dead to the world; Ayyonth didn’t have his eyes open, so B’jin wasn’t sure if he was interrupting or not. When R’nd didn’t acknowledge his presence, either to send him away or welcome him, B’jin stepped a bit closer, brushing his fingers along the back of R’nd’s shoulders. “Hey,” he murmured softly, voice barely above a whisper.
Lowering himself to the ground, B’jin scooted in close, pressing his chest to R’nd’s back and stretching his legs out alongside R’nd’s longer ones. His arms snaked loosely around R’nd’s waist, and B’jin pressed a soft kiss to the back of his mate’s neck. “Are you okay?” B’jin asked softly, his gaze flickering between R’nd’s cheek and the sky before them.