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02.Sep.12, 07:32 PM
Talian bit back a nervous laugh as the door opened and he saw his friend recoil. Valerian, recoil from him? Valerian, the dragonrider? The thought drifted by and Talian immediately regretted it. He'd had strong words for Jada concerning how no rider was a peer to him. She was his enemy by proxy, as almost all dragonriders were. Even B'jin, to some small extend. It saddened Talian to face the first tangible evidence that Valerian would have to fall into that category as well. As if there wasn't already proof.
The healer looked at his feet and shuffled inside without a word.
"Val?" he asked, lacing his hands together in front of him and looking wide-eyed at the blue weyrling. This was so strange. A couple months before, he'd have traded a testicle for a chance to sleep with Val. Talian found himself angry at J'ver for the first time; angry not because of what he'd done, but because he spoiled what could have been so special. Talian just couldn't dig the emotion out of his confused subconscious now. It was like hearing a story one loved as a child, only to find out that it hadn't aged well. It was a dead feeling, composed of one-half boredom and one-half disappointment.
The wrongness still lingered in that indifference. He should have been either elated or horrified, but something was broken. Talian hated feeling broken.
"I...just wanted to come and talk, I guess." He chose not to sit down, or stand too close to Valerian. The healer just stood in the very center of the room, fingers twithing and eyes downcast. Usually he looked directly at people when he talked to them, but he couldn't bring himself to.
He was afraid Valerian would see what he felt. Could Valerian see J'ver in there, too? Looking back at him with mockery? I got to this first, he would probably say. This belongs to me.
yeah, that sounded like something J'ver would say. It was even J'ver's dragon that caused this whole sharding thing. Tal wouldn't have been surprised if J'ver somehow wound a way to ensure this outcome, too.
The healer looked at his feet and shuffled inside without a word.
"Val?" he asked, lacing his hands together in front of him and looking wide-eyed at the blue weyrling. This was so strange. A couple months before, he'd have traded a testicle for a chance to sleep with Val. Talian found himself angry at J'ver for the first time; angry not because of what he'd done, but because he spoiled what could have been so special. Talian just couldn't dig the emotion out of his confused subconscious now. It was like hearing a story one loved as a child, only to find out that it hadn't aged well. It was a dead feeling, composed of one-half boredom and one-half disappointment.
The wrongness still lingered in that indifference. He should have been either elated or horrified, but something was broken. Talian hated feeling broken.
"I...just wanted to come and talk, I guess." He chose not to sit down, or stand too close to Valerian. The healer just stood in the very center of the room, fingers twithing and eyes downcast. Usually he looked directly at people when he talked to them, but he couldn't bring himself to.
He was afraid Valerian would see what he felt. Could Valerian see J'ver in there, too? Looking back at him with mockery? I got to this first, he would probably say. This belongs to me.
yeah, that sounded like something J'ver would say. It was even J'ver's dragon that caused this whole sharding thing. Tal wouldn't have been surprised if J'ver somehow wound a way to ensure this outcome, too.
