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10.Mar.13, 10:55 PM
Valerian was slipping into his own little world of thought by the time Indivara snuck around him and her touched startled him to the point of green eyes going wide and blinking down at her. Her touch was gentle, even more so after the beating he had just taken at her hands and it left the weyrling confused and wondering what he did wrong now. This was clearly a trick to let down his guard for another attack. Not that he ever had the guard up and he was already properly exposed with his back to the woman as well. That didn’t seem right, though, when he looked into her eyes and saw her own confusion and then the conviction as she denied the comparison to S’kef. No doubt she was only thinking on a physical level but Valerian knew he was aligned with S’kef on a mental level. He left his partners in a horrible mental state for the most part but if he went unchecked, then there was the physical aspect to worry about as well.
“After a flight, I was told by my partner that S’kef is less traumatising than me,” Valerian winced as he said the words, hearing them back in his head in B’jin’s voice. He had no desires to sleep with the greenrider but flights were flights and they tangled. Having someone that was counted as his first real friend, first kind dragonrider, his first somewhat mentor, tell him that had been traumatising in and of itself. He had left B’jin and Talian both traumatised so the statement had been one of truth. How could he ever believe anything else? Why was Indivara willing to believe he wasn’t like S’kef? Why was she suddenly being kind?
The hug was probably the most confusing part of the entire time since waking. Indivara only seemed to be the physical type when it involved fighting or throwing items. Yet there she was, arms lightly wrapped around him as he stood there in shock. He was thankful for the scowl she gave though since that made everything seem a bit more realistic. For a moment Valerian started to believe he had been knocked out and was dreaming everything. He almost went back to that belief when Indivara promised he wasn’t anything like their new Weyrleader.
That was a heavy word to toss around. He knew through his time hanging out with B’jin and sometimes R’nd that R’nd took it seriously. He was a man that followed through on everything he said and looked ready to toss himself between if he couldn’t uphold a promise. Valerian had never been accused of being that perfect nor had he been called a promise-breaker either. He only did and said what was natural and wouldn’t lie about anything since that took extra effort and most people weren’t worth the regular exertion of a normal conversation. He knew Indivara was in the same frame of mind as him through their usual verbal entanglements and he felt there wasn’t a reason for her to lie now. Another girl, perhaps, would lie to get back into his good graces and pick up the offer of being his flight buddy but that wasn’t something Indivara would do and she didn’t seem to want the spot beside him in bed anyway.
“I’m still not perfect, Vara.” Valerian finally found his answer and even gave in to a very hesitant hug as arms wrapped around the slender girl in return. “But I guess I’m not on his level yet.” Given how B’jin almost seemed to forget he had spoken the words as soon as he had said them, Valerian knew he should believe it was said in the moment and not meant at all. Still, it was hard to let go of.
“After a flight, I was told by my partner that S’kef is less traumatising than me,” Valerian winced as he said the words, hearing them back in his head in B’jin’s voice. He had no desires to sleep with the greenrider but flights were flights and they tangled. Having someone that was counted as his first real friend, first kind dragonrider, his first somewhat mentor, tell him that had been traumatising in and of itself. He had left B’jin and Talian both traumatised so the statement had been one of truth. How could he ever believe anything else? Why was Indivara willing to believe he wasn’t like S’kef? Why was she suddenly being kind?
The hug was probably the most confusing part of the entire time since waking. Indivara only seemed to be the physical type when it involved fighting or throwing items. Yet there she was, arms lightly wrapped around him as he stood there in shock. He was thankful for the scowl she gave though since that made everything seem a bit more realistic. For a moment Valerian started to believe he had been knocked out and was dreaming everything. He almost went back to that belief when Indivara promised he wasn’t anything like their new Weyrleader.
That was a heavy word to toss around. He knew through his time hanging out with B’jin and sometimes R’nd that R’nd took it seriously. He was a man that followed through on everything he said and looked ready to toss himself between if he couldn’t uphold a promise. Valerian had never been accused of being that perfect nor had he been called a promise-breaker either. He only did and said what was natural and wouldn’t lie about anything since that took extra effort and most people weren’t worth the regular exertion of a normal conversation. He knew Indivara was in the same frame of mind as him through their usual verbal entanglements and he felt there wasn’t a reason for her to lie now. Another girl, perhaps, would lie to get back into his good graces and pick up the offer of being his flight buddy but that wasn’t something Indivara would do and she didn’t seem to want the spot beside him in bed anyway.
“I’m still not perfect, Vara.” Valerian finally found his answer and even gave in to a very hesitant hug as arms wrapped around the slender girl in return. “But I guess I’m not on his level yet.” Given how B’jin almost seemed to forget he had spoken the words as soon as he had said them, Valerian knew he should believe it was said in the moment and not meant at all. Still, it was hard to let go of.
