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All Things New Again [J'ver]

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The sun was starting to hang low in the sky when A'liran and Astoreth returned from their hunt. It had been a good day; they'd caught two wherries, one for her belly and one for the kitchens. A'liran was proud of himself, but more than anything else he'd enjoyed a day of freedom with his bonded. Katila was as much of a prison as him as it was to the northerners. It was nice to get away from the drama, to feel the wind in his hair and see nothing but sky above and trees below. Shards, some days the politics got so tense that he almost missed his exile.

Of course, he was also highly prone to thinking and saying things he didn't ultimately mean because they made him feel better at the time.

As so they flew, a juvenile wherry hanging from Astoreth's claws as they cast their shadow over the residential section of Katila. Going between would have been quicker, but A'liran wasn't keen on damaging the meat. Astoreth heartily agreed, even though she knew that was just a flimsy excuse for extending their outing just a little bit longer.

As they passed over the huts, something caught Astoreth's eye. J'ver has finally showed his face she said with interest. She was just as devilishly curious about the dodgy greenrider's whereabouts as her bonded had been. A'liran had never liked J'ver, but he couldn't deny that the bastard was awfully interesting. Besides, any greenrider who would willingly ally himself with a user like S'kef was an enemy, and one to be watched with great interest.

For now, though, A'liran was just curious. Let's go say 'hello'

Astoreth obeyed. She made a smooth circle before dropping in for a landing, coming down on her hind legs so she could continue holding her wherry with her forepaws. She settled outside J'ver's hut, only a few paces away from his garden. A'liran quickly dismounted and walked over.

"Hey hey, look who returned to the land of the living!" he called out. He was friendly enough, at least for now. Part of him wanted to hope that J'ver had turned over a new leaf by separating from the monster, but mostly he was just testing the waters. A'liran crossed his arms and smiled smugly. "Finishing up a bit of gardening before the sun goes down, huh?"

A'liran started to pace. "So...No one's seen you around lately. Or your brownrider. Rumor has it you dumped him." A'liran couldn't help but grin devilishly at the prospect. "Good on you, I say. You know we greenriders have to stick together."

The tragedy here was that A'liran was speaking genuinely.

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Written By: SunsetWay
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J’ver hadn’t done much since realising S’kef was finally done with him. He had tried to forget with a night of drinking until he passed out only to find he was prone to being violently ill soon after. It was a two-day long reminder why he didn’t often drink and when he did, it was only a small glass of wine in celebration of some such thing or another. Once recovered, he took up the habit of staying inside or close to his hut, only venturing out for chores or when he needed some supplies.

He wasn’t stupid. S’kef had no need of him now and therefore his protection had left with the brownrider. There wasn’t a single other human in that weyr that liked him but there was an entire weyr full of people that hated him and quite a few that would do harm to him while the others cheered. So far, he had managed to avoid the more aggressive and for some reason no one had come hunting him down. Perhaps they still feared retribution dealt by the always fair hand of D’ren. He knew that wouldn’t last though. One day, J’ver was certain, he’d wake to someone paying him back for everything he had done. It could even be Talian if the boy learned he had a back bone and balls.

So he had returned to his two passions that didn’t involve cardinal sins. Much of the time was spent in his adorably decorated hut sewing new shirts for himself. Once, he had made gifts for S’kef though the man never seemed to wear them. It wasn’t surprising, really, S’kef did have questionable tastes but J’ver had never really minded most of those tastes. It was odd how his mind continued to drift to the brownrider and the good times they had and how he could still rationalize every single horrible time as well. He always deserved it. He was naughty. They were in public.

Once the memories came and wouldn’t leave him alone, J’ver set aside the third shirt he had been working on and moved to focus more steadily on his other hobby. Gardening had been something he learned during the exile turns, which one would have assumed would leave a bad taste and keep J’ver from returning to. It was a sort of manual labour for starters, but it couldn’t hold many good memories. It did and it didn’t, in truth, as he had argued quite a bit with the adorable but idiotic Tarrin more than was necessary but it was calming as well as a way to provide some food. He had continued the habit once his hut was built, keeping a small garden of herbs and a few decorative flowers along the outside of the building.

It was kneeling in the dirt by his flowers that A’liran found him. J’ver cringed when he heard that voice, none too pleased to have to deal with anyone right then but A’liran was another thing entirely. As a fellow greenrider, they should have gotten along, but he didn’t get along with Par’a either or B’jin. A’liran was filled with a vile energy that kept him prattling on about the injustice done against their kind and J’ver had long ago learned to tune him out. If the man simply latched onto a bronze or brown, he’d be much happier and far less noisy. It wasn’t even like he would be giving in since J’ver felt he was above the others and S’kef respected him. Had respected him.

“Good evening, A’liran,” despite his former profession, J’ver was still a very polite man, “yes; I find gardening a good way to unwind. Follow it with a cup of tea and it makes for a very relaxing night.” It wasn’t like he was giving away his beauty secrets so J’ver didn’t mind having a fairly normal conversation. It was something he was lacking in anyway. Even Rilaleeyth wasn’t always around to talk to as she preferred the company of Z’ia’s blue and V’zire’s green. She was home now, as she normally was by this hour when she wandered off for a bit, and J’ver was slightly amused to sense her excited to have a visitor but also hesitant to actually address her fellow green.

He sighed when S’kef was brought up. He should have known that was where the conversation would go. “It’s true; we’ve parted ways,” J’ver turned his attention back to the garden, plucking a stray weed and setting it atop the neat little pile beside him. He wasn’t surprised at the greenrider unity A’liran brought up but to have it said to him in such a genuine tone was odd to say the least and earned J’ver’s attention once more. “Oh? Do I get a membership card I can flash at the others?” He’d certainly need one if it helped tone down their hatred long enough for him to eat a bowl of soup in the dining hall.

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Astoreth carefully set her wherry down and turned her jeweled eyes on Rilaleeyth. She could sense her fellow green's excitement, but she waited a few long moments before offering a response. How are you doing, Rilaleeyth? Astoreth asked pensively. Outwardly she showed interest, but inwardly she was more amused than anything else. Rilaleeyth was so very delicate and pure; Astoreth couldn't understand it, much like her own bonded didn't understand J'ver.

She's always been afraid of me she thought with satisfaction. Astoreth didn't particularly enjoy the fear of others, but she did find it awfully funny in cases like this. What did Rila think she was going to do, bite her?

Hey, Rila is actually sweet. Leave her be.

Astoreth gave a mental shrug.  If you insist she cooed, eyes flushing blue as she lowered her nose to bump A'liran. He reached out and wrapped one arm around her as he continued to watch J'ver.

"'Parted ways'?  Can I ask why?" he greenrider asked as he took a few steps forward, his fingers sliding reluctantly off of Ast's hide as he walked. The dragon loomed in his background like a gargoyle (not unlike Tyrrisath, really) as A;liran closed the gap between himself and J'ver. The plants were respectfully avoided.

"You know, the rumor is-"

A'liran....

A'liran paused and looked up. He saw a brown dragon with distinctive gold highlights sailing riderless nearby. Tyrrisath? Oh, he wasn't close enough to be spying. It must have been coincidence.

Astoreth wasn't so sure.  Rilaleeyth she said privately,  Did he speak to you? I tried to call to him, but he is being quiet.  Well, more than usual. There was a hint of annoyance in her tone. Shards, Tyrrisath was boringI am worried, though she added quickly.  Do you think something is wrong with her bonded?

Astoreth reported the same to her rider, who had started pacing again. Really? That's hilarious he said. He cast his eyes on J'ver and studied him, waiting to see if he would react to any unseen promptings. After the other greenrider's sarcastic comment, A'liran wasn't so sure that his initial assessment was right. The story was that J'ver dumped S'kef. A'liran wanted it to be true, but if it was, wouldn't J'ver be relieved?

"The story is that you dumped him. Is that true? It would take balls to say no to a guy like that." A'liran paused, thinking back irritably to his handful of flights with the man. "J'ver...I don't know what you saw in him. You know what he thinks of all of us, right? Apparently you really were his better half, though. All the rumors say he's drinking himself to death."

He paused, and smirked.

"I hope he does."

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J'ver
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Written By: SunsetWay
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Rilaleeyth was shocked that she had been addressed and in a friendly tone. J’ver had never been bothered in the past by the way most people avoided them but it had always been something she desperately wished would change. She was judged for her rider’s actions, which was understandable but some days it seemed so unfair when she watched others play or bathe together without her. But Astoreth always intimidated her with her blunt words and cool demeanour. Oh! I’m well, thank you. I hope the same is said for you.

“You can ask but I may not tell,” J’ver did his best to use his sweet and friendly tone that still worked on winning some people over when he had been in the business of gathering secrets and using people. After a casual shrug he finally gave an answer of sorts, “let’s just say we had a difference of opinions on too many things.” When A’liran’s attempt to bring up the rumours was cut short and his attention turned elsewhere, J’ver quickly followed the gaze and saw Tyrrisath. What was he doing here? Was S’kef checking up on him? Did Rilaleeyth call to them for some unknown reason? No, she was content to have Astoreth talking to her and Tyrrisath was flying too high to be doing no more than doing just that; flying.

Rilaleeyth’s excitement vanished when she saw her -- no, the -- beautiful brown fly by. Her last flight had ruined so much! At Astoreth’s question, Rilaleeyth lowered to the ground, head resting on her forepaws as she tried not to creel and cry over their misery. No, he didn’t. We… we do not talk anymore. She couldn’t add on it was because she was a foolish female.

As soon as he decided Tyrrisath was of no concern to him, J’ver returned to his flowers, giving one a quick check for any decay or bugs. Satisfied that his care continued to be top notch and his garden was in perfect condition, he rose to his feet, brushing at his knees as he did so. The weeds he had plucked would be dealt with after A’liran was. “I’m sure there are more rumours that just that one but already I find myself liking that one the best. It matters not who ended the arrangements we had, only that they ended. Besides, once he lost Weyrsecond, we really didn’t have much need for each other.” J’ver did his best to keep a casual air about him, trying to seem unaffected by it all but he also knew his staying in his hut would be seen as moping – which it was – or possibly fear he’d see S’kef – which it also sort of was.

His arrogance couldn’t remain silent forever, though, and since it had been shoved aside except when sewing or tending the herbs, it was ready to strike now. “Of course I’m the better half. Why would anyone think otherwise?” He was far more handsome than most everyone in the weyr and most certainly more cunning. Someone would be lucky to have him! S’kef had him but it turned out he was anything but luck to the brownrider.

It was getting harder to keep an indifferent attitude around A’liran with the man continuing to run his mouth, looking for buttons to set him off. It was clear that was exactly what was being done as well but J’ver was a bit rusty with verbal sparring and A’liran was a formidable opponent when he was at the top of his game. “Wishing someone dead is very uncouth, dear A’liran. We’re already low on dragons, would you really wish another dead just to satisfy your desire of revenge for some mistreatment in the past?”

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You don't talk anymore? Astoreth asked, flat and unbelieving. What sort of stunt was Tyrrisath pulling? Astoreth didn't remember that flight anymore. Rila must be remembering it through constant reminders from her rider, and if Tyrrisath was avoiding them, then he was probably going through the same thing. That was stupid. Stupid! They needed to stop being stupid!

The green snorted and her eyes flared with a sudden swirl of red. She wasn't possessive of her mates, but from what she understood, that pair had once enjoyed a bond. Why was Tyrrisath so willing to just throw that away? She glanced across the rooftops and watched as the gold-etched brown settled. You ought to go after him Astoreth said bluntly. That's what she would do. Then again, who actually wanted Tyrrisath? Girlfriend, you are desperate.

Aveleth is much better she concluded haughtily. And I don't mind sharing

A'liran had pulled himself away from any conversation with Astoreth and was now focused fully on J'ver. "Ah,  I see. You thought you were clever, cozying up to the big, strong Weyrsecond?" he asked, sounding impressed. He'd always imagined that was a big part of their bond, and J'ver was known to throw away what he no longer had use for. "I kind of like that. It's refreshing, to see one of them getting used and thrown away for once, instead of one of us."

He smiled, almost playfully. A'liran didn't like J'ver. He never had, and he was still uncertain of how he felt about this turn of events. He did know it was a good thing though, and pretty entertaining at that.

The next part made him lift a brow. He'd given J'ver the benefit of the doubt up to this point, but the comment about a 'mistreatment in the past' was irksome. "I'd think you'd be madder, considering how he used to beat you up all the time." That was a bold claim and based entirely on rumors, but how could it not be true? The pair made it so...obvious.


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J'ver
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Written By: SunsetWay
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Rilaleeyth glanced over to where Tyrrisath was and shook her head in the barest of movements, no. It’s for the best that I avoid him. J’ver was keeping her from saying much more on the subject, insisting their fellow green pair weren’t as kind as she wanted to believe and they would use any freely given information against them. That was a horrible thing to think but she saw enough of his memories to know that most people could be as cruel as that. Where was the joy in mistreating someone or betraying trusts?

Her pity and disappointment quickly vanished as Astoreth displayed her usual arrogance by announcing Aveleth as hers and someone that she wouldn’t mind sharing. Rilaleeyth straightened out to her fullest size doing so purposely to show she was larger than the slightly younger green even if her timid personality often made her vanish into the background. I know perfectly well how wonderful Aveleth is as he is a flight partner and a good friend. It is you who should be glad that I share him. She wasn’t proud of herself for discussing Aveleth like he was an object to own but perhaps he would forgive her if he knew she was learning to stick up for herself as well as show she did care for the sweet blue.

J’ver sent a questioning gaze to Rilaleeyth but she ignored him, intent not to back down from the potential fight she had waltzed her way into. With a shrug and not at all concerned, J’ver deemed A’liran worthy of his time again and smirked as the man started to piece together how brilliant his plan had once been. “Naturally. I’m surprised I didn’t have any competition, especially from you. Think of what you could have done for your green revolution if you had the Weyrsecond’s ear.” Not that it would have mattered with a man like S’kef or N’gelt. Neither cared about greenriders and while J’ver once thought he was different, S’kef finally showed he thought of his little pet in the same manner. Greenriders were there to be used and tossed aside when used too much to be of any worth.

He didn’t mean to but J’ver tensed, wrapping an arm across his chest in memory of the pain, and glared at A’liran for mentioning the beatings. He didn’t need to give a verbal reply to confirm those rumours were true thanks to his body language yet his mouth still took off without his brain’s approval, “it was once. Anything else were hardly even taps. I was then praised for how brave and strong I was for facing him.”

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Oh, now that was cute.

Astoreth fanned her wings lightly and sighed lightly. There's enough of Aveleth to go around she purred. She wasn't sure why Rila was so upset! But hey. From the sounds of it, you really are over Tyrrisath, she commented. If Rila was so determined to defend Aveleth as her own mate, why even bother pining for that boring brown?

A'liran tilted his head and shrugged. "Whatever you say," he said lethargically, though he couldn't imagine why anyone would consent to being struck. Why did anyone put up with it? He could puzzle over it all day, but he'd decided that J'ver was unknowable.

"Once? Hah! Sure!" he crowed. At this point, he didn't think he was actually ridiculing J'ver. He thought of it as teasing. "Everyone knows S'kef threw you around like a ragdoll. He does it to me every time Tyrrisath flies with Astoreth! That man's a monster," he said. Surely he was preaching to the choir at this point. J'ver seemed secure (if oddly subdued) in his choice to leave the brownrider. A little joking about the subject couldn't hurt.

"I would love to have seen the look on his face, though. You really do] have balls," he said, laughing jovially. Hey, maybe J'ver wasn't so bad! "You know, though...S'kef really has been acting like a lunatic lately. I keep expecting to hear news that he's hanged himself in his hut like th-"

A'liran, look out!

Astoreth's screech was piercing, but Tyrrisath's roar was louder.

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Tyrrisath didn't speak. He didn't have to in order to send scum like Astoreth scrambling. The brown put on an impressive show as he emerged from between, dropping heavily onto the ground and baring his teeth at the green in question. She shrieked, terrified at the sudden appearance of so strong and cruel a dragon, and immediately curled into a submissive position between Tyrrisath and his green princess.

The brown dragon unloaded his rage at her, staring at her through fiery eyes and shaking the very ground with his throaty bellows. Astoreth shrieked again in response, clawing her way along the ground and reaching out for her rider. Astoreth was spunky, but at her heart, she was submissive. Her games were nothing more than flashy advertisements for challengers, and she viewed being put in her place as part of the game.

It wasn't supposed to go like this, though.

A'liran! A'liran!

Her wailing calls and tremors of fear made the greenrider physically stumble. He cursed and reached for his forehead, trying to force his way through the instant migraine and flood of primal fear to figure out what was happening. He spun around, reaching out with both hands to caress the neck of his precious green, so rattled by the brown's aggression. He didn't see the form of a stocky man in the ugliest shirt of all time dropping to the ground from the brown dragon's neck.

S'kef prowled around Astoreth, eyes locked harshly on A'liran. "What did you do to him?!" the enraged brownrider screamed. "Get out of here, you filthy, low-life slut! Go back to the gutter you crawled out of!"

A'liran's eyes widened, and he swiftly realized that he was going to get pulverized if he didn't move. His own emotions were so tightly wound in Astoreth's that he couldn't restrain himself. The green wanted nothing more than to flee before the higher-ranking dragon, and as her waves of terror filled A'liran, he realized he must. They must. Scowling, he sprang onto her neck and the pair fled, disappearing between without even clearing the ground.

S'kef stood there, panting heavily for a moment. Tyrrisath just rustled his wings and snorted. The pair stood in complete silence for a few long moments, each trying to analyze the other's feelings while at the same time prepare a response.

Was A'liran upsetting him?


Sort of Tyrrisath replied. He'd been angry enough to rile  S'kef into an unreasonable rage, but it had nothing to do with J'ver. Astoreth was upsetting Rila; now that was the real problem!

S'kef scowled as he realized he'd been duped. ...You lied to me. You lied to me?

It got you over here, didn't it? Tyrrisath asked bluntly as he nosed at the wherry carcass Astoreth had left behind. He carefully lifted it in his jaws before presenting it to Rilaleeyth. Then, with a personable croon, For you.

S'kef was speechless. He looked at the ground, his back still turned from J'ver, and realized there was no escape. He had no choice but to turn around and face his precious greenrider after an entire month of rejection.

His pride weighed heavily, but he couldn't shake those feelings Tyrrisath had doubled back on him before. The emptiness was still there, perhaps now more than ever. Defeated, the brownrider sighed.

"Jai?"

He turned around and started to walk forward, eyes locking immediately onto J'ver's.

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J'ver
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Written By: SunsetWay
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Rilaleeyth never got the chance to come up with a comment about sharing Aveleth or being Tyrrisath as the brown in question appeared and Astoreth started panicking. As always, the brightly coloured green was conflicted. She wanted to step up and defend her fellow green that was completely terrified and falling into submission but at the same time, Rilaleeyth was close to doing the same. She trembled at the sight of Tyrrisath but that was the only movement she made. She couldn’t even find her voice.

J’ver was doing much the same as his dragon; standing perfectly still, eyes wide with fear as a very angry S’kef came roaring at the greenriders. He was certain the rage was meant for him as the bellowed question didn’t hold one name or the other so his mind, trained by turns of abuse in one form or another, automatically filled in that he had been bad and was about to be punished. Even when A’liran went scrambling to get away, J’ver still thought he was the one in trouble. How many times had S’kef called him a slut or had him refer to himself as one?

He was so close to running inside his hut, locking the door, and praying Tyrrisath couldn’t knock the entire structure down when everything seemed to calm. A’liran and Astoreth vanished while S’kef and Tyrrisath seemed to have a silent battle of will. J’ver managed one step toward his door when the great brown beast made a movement which put an end to any the greenrider wanted to make. He had quite the mouth on him and could put on quite the show of confidence but even J’ver was cautious around Tyrrisath. If nothing else, the brown served as a wonderful roadblock when S’kef wanted his prey cornered.

Even out in the open, J’ver felt very cornered.

Thank you, she finally managed to say something though her already soft voice was barely above a whisper. Thinking no further harm could come of asking, Would you like to share with me? It didn’t matter that he had taken the forgotten wherry as if it were his own to do with as he pleased; his gesture touched Rilaleeyth and she was all about kindness. Much like J’ver, she hadn’t eaten as much as she should have since the break up so the gesture was extra special, as if Tyrrisath knew exactly what she needed; like he always did.

J’ver took a steadying breath and then another and let Rilaleeyth’s growing happiness brush against him. It was warm and reassuring, like it always was, but it still wasn’t enough to keep the fear from blue eyes as S’kef turned back to him. The use of his nickname was a clever move and it almost worked with luring him into thinking all was well. But it couldn’t be, though oh how he wanted it to be! J’ver wanted nothing more than to embrace the brownrider and then scold him for taking so long on finding his way back but all witty retorts fled with the other green pair and he was left with nothing but the knowledge that he was in trouble.

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Tyrrisath nosed Rilaleeyth once, eyes flashing a pleasant shade of blue. Rather than reply verbally, he let his happiness be known with a soft brush against her mind with his own. He stood reassuring and strong, the riders' quarrel almost completely forgotten in this little moment of bliss. Without further hesitation, he leaned forward and clamped his jaws on the carcass, twisting it once to remove a chunk. He tossed it back easily, but waited for Rilaleeyth to take a bite before going back for seconds.

S'kef was in a much more chaotic place. He prowled closer to J'ver, eyes wide in a hypnotized, almost obsessed manner. Hi mind whirled with potential comments and proclamations as he drew ever closer, his feet moving faster against his brain's better judgment.

What was he going to do? What was he going to say? Shards, look how frightened his poor Jai was! Frightened of him?  Frightened of him?

Normally, the brownrider reveled in fear. He loved the sense of power it gave him, the constant reminders of just what he could do someone else if he needed to. Fear was a sign of respect and submission. He'd often played on J'ver's fears, watching with satisfaction when the greenrider recoiled from a tongue lashing or worse. But in those moments, as S'kef's pace increased and he quickly closed the gap between them, that was the last emotion he wanted to see on his precious greenrider's face.

"Jai..." he breathed again as he finally reached his target, both hands extending to cup the greenrider's sweet, delicate face. S'kef frowned at him, his entire face contorted in grief. "I...I thought he was hurting you," he explained quickly, frowning awkwardly as he helplessly listened to the words coming out of his disobedient mouth. Where was the anger? The anger for the little tart rejecting him like he'd done? S'kef was often angry at such circumstances, but something had been special about this one. It transcended a mere flight. There was something different. Something that made it so easy to be angry before, but so very difficult to be angry now.

Unable to restrain himself, the brownrider pulled J'ver into a tight embrace. "Are you all right? I...I'm not going to hurt you." He squeezed tightly and rested his chin on J'ver's thin shoulder, taking a moment to meditate on those words. I'm not going to hurt you.

He found himself thinking about their night together after his dismissal. He remembered how bewitched he felt by the little greenrider, laying helpless and beaten before him. It would have been so easy to drive it home, to make it so much worse. He could (and should) have made J'ver suffer so much more...and yet as he looked over his broken form, he found himself wanting nothing more than to fix what he'd done, to ease the pain and keep the little devil safe. J'ver had manipulated him, he thought. He was using his cuteness and charm to get out of further punishment.

But no. When S'kef acted on his uncomfortable urges to nurture the poor greenrider, he'd seen genuine surprise and gratitude in his eyes. Hhe realized then that J'ver didn't just need him superficially, but they needed each other. Poor J'ver. Poor J'ver, who no one else in the world cared for. S'kef remembered promising him that they would take over the world together, who unwanted misfits who would never make it without the other.

The brownrider peeled back, his expression hard and serious as usual, though tainted with one small flaw: a single tear pooled at the corner of each eye. He blinked them away impatiently and cursed under his breath, his head rolling back in dismay.

"J'ver, go inside. We need to talk..."

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Her strong silent champion. Rilaleeyth crooned at the gentle touch to her mind and watched, pleased, that Tyrrisath wanted to share a meal with her. She didn’t mind his silence now as he never said much to begin with but while their humans were avoiding each other, it had been horrible. This was a comfortable silence filled with his kindness toward her and not hatred. If Tyrrisath was fine with her again then J’ver would be okay with S’kef once more as well and Rilaleeyth focused on eating, taking a smaller chunk of meat to begin her meal with.

J’ver couldn’t stop the tremble that shook his body when S’kef closed in on him. It didn’t matter what was said, and he was sure he misheard the statement he wouldn’t be hurt anyway. He winced and braced for the beating he was about to get and nearly screamed when arms circled him, dragging him into an embrace. Eyes that had slammed shut cautiously opened and J’ver realised he wasn’t in pain nor did it seem likely he would be. A hug. He was being hugged? By S’kef? He glanced to the sky, certain that Thread was about to fall and destroy them all. What else could such an action mean but the end of humanity?

He never made the move to cling to the powerful man that had guided them both so well over the last several turns before S’kef pulled back. The serious expression that greeted him when he finally dared to glance up at S’kef made J’ver glad he held back. He had no place in assuming he could be so desperate as to cling to a brownrider. When the tears started to pool in the corners of those hard eyes, J’ver still couldn’t comprehend what was going on and finally decided he was about to be punished but perhaps S’kef didn’t fully like the idea of doing it this time.

“Yes, sir,” his voice didn’t tremble, to which J’ver was grateful, and he tried to hold his head high with dignity as he made his way into his hut, politely holding the door open for S’kef. Should he offer klah or some of the ale he kept stocked for when the man visited? It was the proper thing to do but J’ver didn’t chance speaking again.

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S'kef swallowed a lump in his throat as his poor greenrider remained limp in his arms, apparently unwilling to return even a hug. The prideful brownrider blinked his tears away and kept his own voice steady as he thanked J'ver and moved quietly to the door, his own dignity outwardly intact as well. Like J'ver, however, S'kef was filled with dread and misgivings.

Sir. S'kef's ego swelled a bit at the simple gesture, knowing he was the one who took the wily and sharp-tongued little greenrider and trained him to be so polite and well-spoken. J'ver deserved some credit himself for being so adorable and clever, but where would such a fussy little greenie be without someone strong and sensible to guide him? Shards, just thinking about leaving his poor baby all alone with no one to protect and guide him sicked S'kef to the very pit of his stomach.

As he moved inside and seated himself, he knew something had changed. He'd always kept J'ver close and eventually grown fond of him, but this newly awakened feeling was something different.

It wasn't new, either. S'kef realized that now as he put his elbows on his knees and looked angrily at the floor. He'd been grappling with it for a long time, shoving it to the back of his mind or making excuses. His favorite excuse was perhaps the most plausible; No matter how deeply he loved J'ver, the little greenrider would never return his feelings. S'kef knew from day one that J'ver was a scavenger looking for some fresh meat. He wanted things he was too weak to get on his own. S'kef wanted things that amused him and were useful. They needed each other. Now, J'ver didn't need him anymore...but S'kef, in spite of his fierce resistance to attachment, found he still needed J'ver. It just wasn't the same way he'd once needed him. It was something new, and something far more urgent.

He looked around the hut. It was as annoyingly overdecorated and spotlessly well-kept as ever. There was no sign of disarray, no sign of despair...not a bauble or button out of place. He's just fine without me S'kef grumbled to himself, his momentary panic quickly overcome with anger.

S'kef was quiet for a long time. He neither spoke nor moved, his eyes boring a hole in the floor and his fingers clutching at his knees until the knuckles became white. That's why  I got so angry at the flight he finally confessed to himself. I love him, and he...

Rejected me? Will never love me back? Will betray me?

That was certainly a concern. J'ver was a snake, and if S'kef ever gave the little tart any semblance of power over him, things would go rapidly downhill. S'kef had often suspected his little pet was trying to manipulate him. He liked to think J'ver had never really succeeded, but now he couldn't be sure anymore. How long had be been under the precious spell of those sweet, beautiful eyes? J'ver was so perfect, he was even charming and adorable when he was frightened! Especially when he was frightened!

S'kef eventually raised his head,  a whirl of emotions hidden behind a stoic face. He eyed his greenrider, contemplating his upcoming announcement, but more than anything else cursing himself for falling into this trap. J'nira had left him, leaving him behind to face the plague and exile alone. Now, he cursed her for her weakness and said good riddance. J'ver? J'ver was tougher, far more of a survivor and an infinitely better prize...but shards. He was just so dangerous. So bewitching. So...

The brownrider scowled abruptly, realizing he'd been going on and on in his head about the same sharding things. A mass of confusion and frustration welled up within him, and he rose to his feet.

"J'ver," he finally said. He spoke through gritted teeth and awkwardly refused eye contact, his fist clenched at his side. "I...don't really know what to say to you." His voice shook, for just a moment.

"I told you that if you ever left me again,  I would never forgive you." That was true enough. A flight was different, but  S'kef had his suspicions. The brownrider bit back his anger long enough to turn that thought into something coherent. "....A flight is one thing," he said, finally lifting his knowing, accusing eyes to look at J'ver. "But I won't tolerate being toyed with."

He tightened his fist. He felt the familiar urge to lash out, to punish the greenrider for his idiotic misdeeds and show him his place. He wanted to so badly, but some rational part of him knew that the damage had already been done long ago. J'ver feared him.  J'ver knew his place, even now after their seemingly endless separation.

Or wait! Did he, or was it an act?!

Overcome with a sudden rush of fury at the notion, S'kef turned and swung with all his might, though his target was not his poor baby; he grunted in pain as his hand slammed into the wall, his knuckles snapping and his flesh tearing on impact. He cursed loudly and shook his hand, so angry at his own outburst that he almost foolishly repeated the action.

"What is it with you, you little wretch?!" S'kef raged, turning his once again accusing eyes on J'ver. "Why can't I get you out of my fucking head? What did you do to me, you little-...!"

He stopped himself, swallowing hard to try and keep his voice under control as he started to pace in a frenzy of unchecked emotions. He grumbled and fumed, stalking back and forth before finally turning himself on J'ver again. Unable to stand it any longer, he swooped in, seizing the beautiful man in his arms and pulled him close, so close his breath drifted warmly over the greenrider's ear.

"J'ver, I love you," he said before he realized what he was doing.



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J’ver hadn’t managed to do more than shut the door behind the bringer of his demise. He knew that may have been a fatal mistake but whether the door was open or closed, he knew Tyrrisath’s tricks well enough to know the way to freedom would be barred. It wouldn’t matter anyway. He couldn’t think of anyone that he could run to for protection if S’kef tried to attack him again. Not even D’ren would care if one less troublemaker vanished. No, that wasn’t true; he was still a dragonrider and D’ren wouldn’t want to see a dragon, even a meek green, in distress or winking between one final time.  So he opted for shutting the door to at least give himself the dignity of a quieter beating. Everyone would know like they did last time but at least there wouldn’t be witnesses.

He stood motionless save for a newly developing habit of wringing his hands together as he watched S’kef glare holes into his floor. What was the brownrider thinking? When would he strike and get it over with? J’ver just wanted it done with so he could go back to his silent existence. One day he would work on a new plan and find someone else to latch onto, but for now he simply couldn’t bring himself to even consider it. Being tossed aside by S’kef had bothered him more than he thought possible. After all, wasn’t he the one that used people and discarded them when their purpose was fulfilled? He wasn’t supposed to be dumped! It didn’t matter that S’kef had lost his rank and D’ren cared nothing for him now, J’ver still should have been the one to walk away. Either way, they had parted ways and instead of latching onto his next target, J’ver drank and hid away, wondering why he wasn’t good enough for his brownrider anymore.

It was the flight, of course, that finally pushed S’kef to his limits. J’ver had willed Rilaleeyth to pick another and while Tyrrisath did lose, he wasn’t sure if his darling green actually chose for that to happen or not. He still made sure to let her know it was her flight that ruined them regardless when several days later S’kef’s anger had not let up like it normally did. They had been dismissed and that was that.

Now, J’ver waited for the final punishment. S’kef was a man that enjoyed violence, especially against greenriders. No doubt he missed his favourite victim. When the angry glare turned back to him and the confession there wasn’t anything to say came, J’ver felt shiver go down his spine as he knew the time had come. Why talk when actions worked so much better at training and getting a point across?

“I…” his compliance was cut off as S’kef continued talking after all, though it was naturally to blame the worthless greenrider. Without realising it, the nervous wringing of hands stopped so J’ver could slowly slide his arms around himself for a light hug. He was worried now, extremely so. He had disobeyed an order he promised he’d never break. How could he have forgotten? Was that why he was so upset at their parting of ways – he knew he had been bad and couldn’t tolerate it? It didn’t matter why he had been miserable only that he had been bad and on his way to a broken body because he couldn’t deny the fact he had been toying with S’kef during the flight. “I’m sorry, S’kef! It was… I didn’t… but…”

J’ver couldn’t think, losing his ability to form even a simple sentence when he saw the powerful hand curl into a fist. He winced and waited for the blow but his eyes shot open at the sound of a fist hitting something hard and S’kef’s curse. Instinct and dedication had J’ver running towards his brownrider to see the damage he had done to his hand but stopped halfway when the accusations resumed. “I did nothing, I swear it, S’kef. You’re far too clever for any games I might normally run but--”

Again, he was cut off but this time it was due to S’kef approaching him and pulling him into another tight embrace. Yet again he panicked but quickly relaxed when he noted it was a hug and not a move to toss him around. As J’ver slowly started to raise his arms in an attempt to try hugging back – it was a foreign concept to J’ver since it was rather intimate a gesture – when a breath whispered words over his ear.

J’ver, I love you.

Love?

He was loved?

By S’kef?

J’ver wasn’t sure he had heard correctly but Rilaleeyth was right there, as always, her gentle presence calming his mind that wanted to return to the theory he was going to be beat but not loved. He loves you, J’ver. I believe it’s always been so and even you can claim to have real feelings for him. But you should say something in return before your silence angers him. Do not lose our beautiful brown pair again, darling.

Rilaleeyth was timid and often doubted herself but she did try and often she had good ideas, like now. J’ver couldn’t deny there was logic in what she said; at least about his silence. But how much of his feelings were real and what exactly were they?

Instead, all he did was return the embrace as eyes finally took in the colourful material his head rested against. “You’re wearing a shirt I made you,” he was embarrassingly more surprised by that fact than the love confession. S’kef had never worn anything he had spent time on making, but he did so now. J’ver snuggled in a little closer to the man he clung to, silently blaming Rilaleeyth for his tender moment, like he always did, and not because he actually felt the urge himself.

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S'kef froze for a long while, body rigid and mind rolling to a complete stop. Had those words really just escaped his lips, or had he imagined them? He wanted to think he had, that he wouldn't confess such a daunting weakness to the one who could abuse it the most, but something in his gut told him that it was true. Tyrrisath's silent confirmation was just fuel to the fire.

S'kef paused and inhaled deeply, composing himself as he pulled away from J'ver. He gripped the greenrider's shoulders gently, keeping his body close, but just far enough away to make solid eye contact with the precious creature. "I am," S'kef murmured. He never wanted to wear anything else again. He reached up with one hand and lightly ran it down J'ver's cheek, displaying a moment of uncharacteristic but gut-tearingly sincere gentleness.

He pulled away at last, wandering reluctantly back to his seat and flopping down in defeat. He'd never shown this side of himself to the greenrider before. S'kef had his weak moments, just like any other man, but he covered his with rage rather than let himself be consumed by sadness. This was something entirely different, something related to anger and fear, something that wanted to prevent the inevitable rejection he was certain he'd face. He sighed, looking away for a couple moments.

He felt like he was messing up, like he was letting the moment slip past unanswered with his inaction. As always, someone was there to fill in the gaps. It's true a smooth voice whispered in the back of J'ver's mind. A reassuring and posessive presence wrapped around him as the brown dragon touched J'ver's mind for the first time. He'd waited a long time for that perfect moment.

S'kef swallowed hard. He figured he could cry if he let himself slip too much, but no one needed that. He held fast for the time being and looked to J'ver again. "You're not the first one," he said, his tone detached. His old weyrmate meant nothing to him now.

He told the story anyway. He started at the beginning, with his initial search and Impression.  He moved through it quickly and stoically, hiding even the touch of tenderness that usually came when a man spoke of his first meeting with his dragon. From there, he discussed B'jin, confessing the details of his attack on the haughty man with gruesome detail and not the faintest glimmer or remorse or actual affection. Then there was J'nira.

He'd once loved her, he made that much clear. But she was dead like the rest of them. He spoke of how betrayed he felt when she killed herself without pause, leaving him to face the plague alone. Were their children not reason enough to go on?  Selfish, worthless woman! not even worthy of the green dragon she rode!

The children were a softer subject. A hint of shame welled up in his voice as he made his account of abandoning them. He made no excuses, but his priority was clear. Tyrrisath would always be more important. Besides, they'd already lost their mother, and S'kef didn't consider himself much of a father.

After that, it was just loneliness. He didn't think he would ever find the strength or trust to love someone again. And yet here he was. An idiot for a greenrider who would just toss him aside as soon as it was convenient. He was stupid enough to trust him anyhow, though. Because he loved him. How could this have happened.

By the end, his bloodied hand was cramping from being clenched so tightly. The rage welled up in his eyes, fighting away the tears that wanted so badly to roll to the surface. No. He wouldn't allow it. He was not weak.

In the end, however, he knew no man was impervious.  He sighed wearily and slumped helplessly in his seat, wondering how he'd managed to subdue his pride long enough to share so much with his little greenrider, who undoubtedly wouldn't want him now.

"I said I'd never let you leave me, but I guess I lied," he muttered. "....If you want to, now's the time. Just tell me and I'll go."

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Anytime, especially after the beating at S’kef’s hand, S’kef reached for J’ver, the greenrider had flinched and worried another strike was coming. He didn’t this time. It was odd to keep calm and actually anticipate the tender touch in a favourable manner instead of believing it would bring pain. His big strong protector wasn’t discarding him. J’ver sighed happily and reached to place his hand on the one cupping his cheek but S’kef seemed antsy and confused and pulled away before he could do such a thing.

He was still uncertain what more to say in such a situation. It wasn’t like he received love confessions daily like some of the riders undoubtedly did. There was Tarrin, he supposed. The boy had said it often enough in their exile together and J’ver had reassured him it was mutual but it wasn’t. J’ver loved the usefulness Tarrin provided and loved how he worked in bed but to actually love someone? Impossible. It was why J’ver started to doubt S’kef’s confession. Was it a ploy to earn his favour once more? It didn’t seem likely; that was something better left using on the young and inexperienced who believed everything you said. S’kef wouldn’t try such a stunt with him but why would he genuinely love a vile greenrider such as him?

The two little words spoken so smoothly in the back of his mind caused quite the reaction in J’ver as his eyes widened and he spun to face the direction he knew the dragons were at on the other side of the wall. Tyrrisath had spoken to him. Finally, after so many turns of wondering if the brown would ever deem him worthy enough and wondering what he sounded like, it had happened. It was odd; Tyrrisath sounded almost exactly like he imagined thanks to the conversations with Rilaleeyth over the turns. He always asked her what the male dragon was like. Tyrrisath was large and imposing but of a lovely colouring, despite being a brown which would always be a drab colour. Yet what did he sound like? Was he gruff and forceful in how he spoke? But it was as Rilaleeyth said; smooth voice and a reassuring presence that made you feel safe.

Tyrrisath didn’t earn a reply in return, however, as J’ver’s attention snapped back to S’kef at the mentioning of not being the first. That was enough to rankle. Who else had dared to form a partnership with his brownrider? It mattered not that it happened before he spoke to the man. When the life story began, J’ver listened with unusual patience. He had always been a good listener, it helped him use people and blackmail others, but when the information didn’t seem important, J’ver wanted nothing more than to put a stop to the prattling. This was different. He had had a hard time learning anything personal about S’kef in the leading months to approaching him for employment but there wasn’t any hidden ulterior motive for how intently he listened now. He was genuinely caught up in the words and wanted to hear it all.

In a way, he wasn’t surprised to hear about B’jin given how S’kef could obsess over what the idiot rider did and who he was with. He wasn’t even surprised at the initial interactions between the men given how pleased and impressed S’kef had been when J’ver bragged about his night with Talian. Yet, it still bothered J’ver that another man had held so much attention and J’ver filed away the mental notes to increase the efforts on making B’jin’s life a nightmare. Perhaps he’d do it through Talian since the boy was such a delight.

Hearing S’kef had been weyrmated both seemed impossible yet logical. The man had always enjoyed the company of women for some reason J’ver couldn’t even begin to fathom but it was commitment. In the end, J’ver dismissed the woman as worthless if she couldn’t save her pathetic life in order to keep S’kef happy. Worthless and selfish creatures! His disgust lessened as S’kef mentioned his children. J’ver had always found it odd that such a powerful brownrider could sit in the crèche and not flinch when a child came screaming by or wanted to play but he wouldn’t have believed the man to be an active father before their time at Katila. He hated children and made it known but still J’ver’s fondness of S’kef had his feet moving across the room to sit beside his brownrider and show his attention was solely on him.

When the words finally drifted into silence, J’ver reached out to take the injured hand in his. He carefully held it as icy blue eyes examined the damage and tsk’d at what he saw. “What would you do without me?” It was a bit cheeky given all the seriousness that weighed them down but J’ver felt it appropriate. He was there to help S’kef and look after him. Always. It was clear now. They truly were meant to be together and if nothing else, there was the promise of taking over the world together. S’kef would never manage it without him doing the dirty work and J’ver wouldn’t succeed without S’kef’s influence and political standings – when he claimed them back, of course.

“I believe you’re stuck with me since I’m not going anywhere and I won’t ever ask you to leave.” J’ver looked away briefly, trying to find the courage to say what he knew he should, what he felt within, but didn’t succeed. His gaze returning to the shirt he was so proud of making, like he always was with all of his creations, was what finally did it and he reached out with one hand to run down S’kef’s chest, “I… I love you as well.” J’ver had a sneaking suspicion he had felt that way for quite some time.

He means it, Rilaleeyth whispered to Tyrrisath. She was too afraid to ever speak directly to S’kef, even now with such pleasant emotions circling around them all. She knew, however, that Tyrrisath would pass along the confirmation if it was needed and gave her dearly missed brown a bump of her nose to his.

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The lump formed in S'kef's throat again as he felt that delicate hand wrap around his. J'ver had always been a good listener, but never a selfless one. Now, as S'kef felt the emotions subside from his rambling outburst, he knew something wa different this time. His sweet greenrider had put his prejudices, jealousies, and misgiving aside to listen to a story that no one else wanted to hear. S'kef was no longer bitter towards J'nira and his feelings for her were as dead as she was, but it still saddened him to think that he'd never even said goodbye to the little girls.

All of it was in the past, but never once had S'kef spoken a word about it. Now, he almost felt like he could let it go forever. It wasn't just guilt that held him down, but resentment and contempt. It was out in the open now. He didn't need to tell the whole Weyr to feel like the matter was settled, no longer growing and aching inside him like an ulcer.

As he wrapped his free hand around J'ver's, he felt happy and free for the first time in a long time. His body relaxed in relief and he leaned closer, his distressed face forming a smile in response to J'ver's catty little quip. What would he do without him? "Drink myself to death, clearly," he said.  Then, without invitation, he leaned in and planted a light kiss on the greenrider's cheek.

S'kef had been so sure that his confession would send the greenrider packing. Then he feared his story would do him in. Now, as he sat beside the little greenrider who'd endured so much for him, he realized that if his fists hadn't done the trick, nothing will. Feeling proud and entitled, S'kef twined his arms around the greenrider he'd come to love so much and held him close.

"I'm glad. I love you, and one day I'll give you everything in the world." He pulled J'ver close and gently nuzzled his neck, strong arms locking tight around the smaller man, possessively and yet with the utmost care. "We're going to rule the world together one day, Jai. You know we will." There was a new level of conviction in his voice, motivation and desire beyond comparison to what which he'd spoken with before.

It was one thing to have a job to focus on. Now, he had someone to fight for. He couldn't imagine anything better than holding his little greenrider at his side as he strode his way back to the top, in defiance of all the wherries and bastards who'd counted them out after his illness.

He and Tyrrisath were immortal. They would never die.

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