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05.Nov.13, 05:36 AM
B’jin giggled softly at R’nd’s garbled attempt at speaking after the coughing fit. He shouldn’t find it funny – his poor lover was being tortured by an illness – but, well, it was funny seeing his gorgeous, well-spoken lover reduced to something that sounded like a toddler’s attempt at speaking. Smiling gently, B’jin leaned forward to place a light kiss on R’nd’s forehead before settling back again.
Luckily for both men, B’jin missed the correlation between R’nd’s lazy smile and the mentioning of numbweed – he was far too busy fighting to open the little jar with the lavender oil in it, his greasy fingers slipping with annoying regularity before any real grip could be achieved. The greenrider gave a great huff, expression rather sour as he used his shirt to assist him, peeking up at R’nd when the sick bluerider spoke. B’jin paused for a moment, studying R’nd’s face with quiet intensity (and a somewhat grumpy expression, but the fault of that lay with the jar of lavender oil) before nodding slightly.
“Okay,” he probably didn’t sound completely convinced, but B’jin let it rest as he started fighting with the jar of lavender again as R’nd rearranged himself. The quiet question caused B’jin to lift his head once more, managing to get the lid off the jar, though he also managed to fumble with it and lose it in the realms of blanket surrounding him. The greenrider ignored that after a dirty glance in the direction it had probably fallen, before looking up at R’nd with a bright grin.
“Lavender is the best!” If his lover hadn’t figured out that was B’jin’s opinion on the stuff until that moment, he probably hadn’t paid enough attention to him. Usually, B’jin was covered in the stuff. Larrikith’s oil, his own soap sand, oils, the fact that his entire hut had been surrounded by the stuff, and that those bushes had been transported to lining the window of the room he used in the Weyrling Barracks. There were usually bushels of it hanging from a corner of the roof drying. Lavender was the greenrider’s best friend, and its healing properties were of particular use to the man, considering his allergy to Numbweed.
Shifting carefully, B’jin tipped the jar just slightly so several drops of particularly pure oil dripped onto his pointer finger. Leaning over R’nd, B’jin set the little jar carefully on the bedside table so as that it wouldn’t spill, before rubbing his hands together to both spread and warm up the oil. “It smells good,” B’jin promised, completely oblivious to the fact that if R’nd couldn’t stomach the scent of lavender, he probably would have gone out of his way to avoid the greenrider, rather than sleep with him so regularly. “It’s soothing,” he brushed his thumbs lightly over R’nd’s forehead and down to his temples. “And it is calming.” Which said a lot about the greendier and his dragon; if they were forever soaked in lavender, how much personality would they display if they ever went without it?
Going quiet, B’jin gently massaged the oil into his poor, sick, lover’s forehead and temples, watching the bluerider’s face with mild amusement.
Luckily for both men, B’jin missed the correlation between R’nd’s lazy smile and the mentioning of numbweed – he was far too busy fighting to open the little jar with the lavender oil in it, his greasy fingers slipping with annoying regularity before any real grip could be achieved. The greenrider gave a great huff, expression rather sour as he used his shirt to assist him, peeking up at R’nd when the sick bluerider spoke. B’jin paused for a moment, studying R’nd’s face with quiet intensity (and a somewhat grumpy expression, but the fault of that lay with the jar of lavender oil) before nodding slightly.
“Okay,” he probably didn’t sound completely convinced, but B’jin let it rest as he started fighting with the jar of lavender again as R’nd rearranged himself. The quiet question caused B’jin to lift his head once more, managing to get the lid off the jar, though he also managed to fumble with it and lose it in the realms of blanket surrounding him. The greenrider ignored that after a dirty glance in the direction it had probably fallen, before looking up at R’nd with a bright grin.
“Lavender is the best!” If his lover hadn’t figured out that was B’jin’s opinion on the stuff until that moment, he probably hadn’t paid enough attention to him. Usually, B’jin was covered in the stuff. Larrikith’s oil, his own soap sand, oils, the fact that his entire hut had been surrounded by the stuff, and that those bushes had been transported to lining the window of the room he used in the Weyrling Barracks. There were usually bushels of it hanging from a corner of the roof drying. Lavender was the greenrider’s best friend, and its healing properties were of particular use to the man, considering his allergy to Numbweed.
Shifting carefully, B’jin tipped the jar just slightly so several drops of particularly pure oil dripped onto his pointer finger. Leaning over R’nd, B’jin set the little jar carefully on the bedside table so as that it wouldn’t spill, before rubbing his hands together to both spread and warm up the oil. “It smells good,” B’jin promised, completely oblivious to the fact that if R’nd couldn’t stomach the scent of lavender, he probably would have gone out of his way to avoid the greenrider, rather than sleep with him so regularly. “It’s soothing,” he brushed his thumbs lightly over R’nd’s forehead and down to his temples. “And it is calming.” Which said a lot about the greendier and his dragon; if they were forever soaked in lavender, how much personality would they display if they ever went without it?
Going quiet, B’jin gently massaged the oil into his poor, sick, lover’s forehead and temples, watching the bluerider’s face with mild amusement.
