15.Sep.21, 04:37 AM
B’jin gave T’ryn a dirty look when the bronzerider called himself little more than a nuisance, pursing his lips in disagreement but not bothering to articulate his opinion on paper. He knew T’ryn well enough to know he’d be able to read B’jin’s disagreement without having to put any effort into it, such as writing it down or even speaking – if he’d still been able to do that. B’jin’s hand rose to his throat again, brushing his fingers softly over the gauzy material that was the scarf he was wearing.
When T’ryn asked if he could ask a question, B’jin turned his face, one eyebrow arched curiously and indicated with a slight nod of his head that T’ryn could ask away. He wasn’t expecting to be completely bombarded with a slew of questions, and B’jin struggled to keep up with T’ryn’s onslaught. Raising both hands, B’jin made a slow-down motion, his face a concerned puzzle as he tried to make sense of what T’ryn was asking, and what he was trying to ask. B’jin ran one hand over his head, finger combing his hair back and pursed his lips as T’ryn rephrased his question.
It took B’jin a moment to remember who ‘Zanny’ was, but once he recalled that it was easier to focus on the questions that had been asked, and the ones that were floating between the lines. B’jin puffed out a breath, and bit his bottom lip as he considered how to answer. Taking back the paper, he brushed it clean with his sleeve and considered it, twirling the charcoal stick between his fingers. After a moment, B’jin wrote slowly, still thinking about his word choice as he went. Constantly. R’nd is the best thing to ever happen to me… he paused, tapping the charcoal against the parchment, just after the last period. B’jin stopped after several minutes, and handed the piece of paper to T’ryn with a shrug.
He wasn’t sure what else to say; his relationship with R’nd had plenty of bumps along the way, but all of them were caused by B’jin being stupid, not R’nd. One day he was sure R’nd would throw in the towel and leave his sorry arse on the cold floor. But B’jin didn’t want to say that to T’ryn. Didn’t want to think too much on how lucky he was to still have R’nd when B’jin was so prone to throwing tantrums that left him wondering why the bluerider cared.
When T’ryn asked if he could ask a question, B’jin turned his face, one eyebrow arched curiously and indicated with a slight nod of his head that T’ryn could ask away. He wasn’t expecting to be completely bombarded with a slew of questions, and B’jin struggled to keep up with T’ryn’s onslaught. Raising both hands, B’jin made a slow-down motion, his face a concerned puzzle as he tried to make sense of what T’ryn was asking, and what he was trying to ask. B’jin ran one hand over his head, finger combing his hair back and pursed his lips as T’ryn rephrased his question.
It took B’jin a moment to remember who ‘Zanny’ was, but once he recalled that it was easier to focus on the questions that had been asked, and the ones that were floating between the lines. B’jin puffed out a breath, and bit his bottom lip as he considered how to answer. Taking back the paper, he brushed it clean with his sleeve and considered it, twirling the charcoal stick between his fingers. After a moment, B’jin wrote slowly, still thinking about his word choice as he went. Constantly. R’nd is the best thing to ever happen to me… he paused, tapping the charcoal against the parchment, just after the last period. B’jin stopped after several minutes, and handed the piece of paper to T’ryn with a shrug.
He wasn’t sure what else to say; his relationship with R’nd had plenty of bumps along the way, but all of them were caused by B’jin being stupid, not R’nd. One day he was sure R’nd would throw in the towel and leave his sorry arse on the cold floor. But B’jin didn’t want to say that to T’ryn. Didn’t want to think too much on how lucky he was to still have R’nd when B’jin was so prone to throwing tantrums that left him wondering why the bluerider cared.