01.Sep.12, 09:38 PM
Valerian didn’t want to answer the door.
Since Veeth started chasing, the young Harper discovered he didn’t want to be around people, just in case. The encounter with the bluerider losers after Krypth’s flight was one thing; they knew the deal, understood they were all left in an uncomfortable state of desire and rejection and wouldn’t really oppose anything they ended up in. But Valerian couldn’t forgive himself for what he did to Talian after the green flight.
Apparently Talian couldn’t forgive him either.
They had briefly talked afterwards, it was how Valerian started to piece together the change in his friend but given the way he didn’t see Talian around the weyr left him with a strong sense of avoidance. It could have been nothing more than Talian working himself too hard again; but didn’t that mean he could visit the Healer to make sure he was still eating and sleeping? But that required going out more than he needed to and interacting with a friend he had violated. It was better to risk being near other riders in the chance Veeth chased again and lost.
Sighing, Valerian pushed his chair away from the little desk. It wasn’t like he was doing much writing anyway with the way his mind wandered that evening and headed for the door. It was unlikely to be Erisi since he just let himself in and Jada was often in that habit as well. There was a chance it was Allendris since he still held onto his manners and respecting the need for space but since the bronze weyrling rarely stopped by unannounced, Valerian had a feeling it was important. So when he opened the door and saw Talian instead of the glass-smith, green eyes widened and an involuntary step backwards was the reaction the Healer received.
“Talian,” his friend’s name was delivered on a breathy whisper, too shocked to think of anything else to say. He wasn’t sure if he should invite Talian in either. It was common courtesy to do so since chatting in a doorway could be awkward and clearly set boundaries but Valerian didn’t think Talian would want to be left alone with him in a small room with a bed. Still, he offered just to have something else to say and wipe away the shock and even the bit of relief creeping in, “do you wanna come in?”
Since Veeth started chasing, the young Harper discovered he didn’t want to be around people, just in case. The encounter with the bluerider losers after Krypth’s flight was one thing; they knew the deal, understood they were all left in an uncomfortable state of desire and rejection and wouldn’t really oppose anything they ended up in. But Valerian couldn’t forgive himself for what he did to Talian after the green flight.
Apparently Talian couldn’t forgive him either.
They had briefly talked afterwards, it was how Valerian started to piece together the change in his friend but given the way he didn’t see Talian around the weyr left him with a strong sense of avoidance. It could have been nothing more than Talian working himself too hard again; but didn’t that mean he could visit the Healer to make sure he was still eating and sleeping? But that required going out more than he needed to and interacting with a friend he had violated. It was better to risk being near other riders in the chance Veeth chased again and lost.
Sighing, Valerian pushed his chair away from the little desk. It wasn’t like he was doing much writing anyway with the way his mind wandered that evening and headed for the door. It was unlikely to be Erisi since he just let himself in and Jada was often in that habit as well. There was a chance it was Allendris since he still held onto his manners and respecting the need for space but since the bronze weyrling rarely stopped by unannounced, Valerian had a feeling it was important. So when he opened the door and saw Talian instead of the glass-smith, green eyes widened and an involuntary step backwards was the reaction the Healer received.
“Talian,” his friend’s name was delivered on a breathy whisper, too shocked to think of anything else to say. He wasn’t sure if he should invite Talian in either. It was common courtesy to do so since chatting in a doorway could be awkward and clearly set boundaries but Valerian didn’t think Talian would want to be left alone with him in a small room with a bed. Still, he offered just to have something else to say and wipe away the shock and even the bit of relief creeping in, “do you wanna come in?”