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28.Aug.12, 12:03 AM
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.
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.
