12.Nov.12, 02:50 AM
Sometimes a rendez-vous can be nice
Talian smiled back, just as nervously. "Haha! Y-you're right about that, Val!" Talian said abruptly, pulling his wine to his lips again and taking another long drink. He was already quite fuzzy, having paid little attention to his alcohol consumption since his arrival.
He loved his friends and wished dearly that things could go back to the way they once were. Talian missed the connections he'd felt to them early on, before they Impressed an became dragonriders, before Talian's misplaced crush on Eri, and before that horrible flight. That comment, though...that comment and that look were more than Talian could bear.
Tal didn't handle change well. He never had. Even small changes, like rearrangements of his desk or shifts in his schedule, were upsetting to him. This was more than he could handle. How long had it been now, months? Months. Tal couldn't even bother to put an exact count on it. It had been months...Months without one of his best friends, whom Tal had come so close to! Tal didn't know the depths of Valerian's interest in him, but he knew his own.
He remembered the warm feelings the harper gave him the last time they'd gone stargazing together. Talian wasn't sure if his feelings were anything more than a passing crush, but the flight had destroyed them. Talian remembered them, though, and he wanted nothing more than for things to be better. The awkwardness was killing him. The lonliness was killing him. He couldn't stand it!
The healer rose to his feet, wobbling awkwardly as he took a step towards Valerian. Tal pointed at him. "...It's NOT your fault, you know?!" he asked, his words slurring just a little before he pitched forward and threw his arms around the man. Eri was temporarily forgotten, not because he meant any less, but because Talian and Erisi at least had an understanding regarding the long period of dullness and lonliness. Eri hadn't done anything to Tal. There had been no misunderstanding. There wasn't anything to fix, either.
Tal threw his arms around Valerian and squeezed tightly. "Not your fault," he repeated before drunkenly pressing his lips to Valerian's.
Talian smiled back, just as nervously. "Haha! Y-you're right about that, Val!" Talian said abruptly, pulling his wine to his lips again and taking another long drink. He was already quite fuzzy, having paid little attention to his alcohol consumption since his arrival.
He loved his friends and wished dearly that things could go back to the way they once were. Talian missed the connections he'd felt to them early on, before they Impressed an became dragonriders, before Talian's misplaced crush on Eri, and before that horrible flight. That comment, though...that comment and that look were more than Talian could bear.
Tal didn't handle change well. He never had. Even small changes, like rearrangements of his desk or shifts in his schedule, were upsetting to him. This was more than he could handle. How long had it been now, months? Months. Tal couldn't even bother to put an exact count on it. It had been months...Months without one of his best friends, whom Tal had come so close to! Tal didn't know the depths of Valerian's interest in him, but he knew his own.
He remembered the warm feelings the harper gave him the last time they'd gone stargazing together. Talian wasn't sure if his feelings were anything more than a passing crush, but the flight had destroyed them. Talian remembered them, though, and he wanted nothing more than for things to be better. The awkwardness was killing him. The lonliness was killing him. He couldn't stand it!
The healer rose to his feet, wobbling awkwardly as he took a step towards Valerian. Tal pointed at him. "...It's NOT your fault, you know?!" he asked, his words slurring just a little before he pitched forward and threw his arms around the man. Eri was temporarily forgotten, not because he meant any less, but because Talian and Erisi at least had an understanding regarding the long period of dullness and lonliness. Eri hadn't done anything to Tal. There had been no misunderstanding. There wasn't anything to fix, either.
Tal threw his arms around Valerian and squeezed tightly. "Not your fault," he repeated before drunkenly pressing his lips to Valerian's.