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22.Feb.12, 05:45 PM
The healer cringed subtly at the irritation in B'jin's tone. As affectionate as he felt towards the man, there would always be a part of the greenrider that scared Talian. He didn't reply, instead he just dropped the subject, more than willing to take a hint.
He brightened marginally at the discussion of B'jin's condition, though his interest was not so strong in light of the topic at hand. "That's pretty horrible," he said, squinting at the boils and imagining all sorts of crazy ideas to try and fix it. They weren't exactly halfhearted ideas, more sluggish; he was, after all, reasonably distracted.
He withdrew instinctively when B'jin's hand touched his chin, but as quickly as he realized what he'd done, he relaxed. He sighed weakly and slid forward, inviting himself into a tight hug with the greenrider. He imagined B'jin wouldn't want him to take the request as an order, but he did anyhow. Talian took many things as orders, from the softest suggestion to the most desperate request.
He hesitated for a few long seconds before speaking. "Her name is Fiora," he explained, voice catching for a couple uncomfortable seconds as he tried to produce her name. "She was my best friend almost ever since Talerian took me to the Hall, when I was six," he explained.
He sighed and stopped short, reconsidering this entire exercise. B'jin had trusted him with personal stories, though...turnabout was fair play, plus Talian wasn't sure he could keep his anxiety over her to himself anymore. "She was my only friend, and the only person in the world that mattered to me," he whispered hoarsely against B'jin's chest. "Not my parents, especially not my father...My mom didn't mean any harm, but she didn't do anything to protect any of us from dad...She let him deny my sisters education and marry them off too young, and she let him drag me off to the Hall..."
"I guess I loved my sisters too, but they I barely even know the younger ones. The only reason I can remember the littlest one's name is because it's so close to mine - Talira," he said. "Fiora, though. She was my best friend. I was...I guess I was kind of obsessed with her for a long time. I didn't trust anyone else, or want to spend time with anyone else...but I was so busy that I didn't see as much of her as I wanted until we walked. I walked before her, though...so I missed her graduation because I was a-away."
His voice had started to warble. He was on a slipper slope, and he knew it. He spoke though gritted teeth, refusing to let himself cry. "...I was in love with her, B'jin. And when I got promoted, she came up to me after the ceremony..."
He trailed off. He didn't know how to describe that night, nor was he even going to try. He remembered how confidently she slid up to him, how discreetly and yet sensually she lured him aside...She knew exactly what she was doing the moment she approached, exactly what they were getting in to.
"I don't know. We talked about it afterwards, how we were scared she might be pregnant. We were talking about getting married," he explained. He swallowed hard, his throat too tight to continue. He decided to stop. He buried his face against B'jin and held his breath until he felt the tightness start to fade away, though he imagined the slightest disturbance might bring him to the edge of tears again.
"I know I shouldn't be thinking about her any more," he said after a long pause. "But I can't help it."
He brightened marginally at the discussion of B'jin's condition, though his interest was not so strong in light of the topic at hand. "That's pretty horrible," he said, squinting at the boils and imagining all sorts of crazy ideas to try and fix it. They weren't exactly halfhearted ideas, more sluggish; he was, after all, reasonably distracted.
He withdrew instinctively when B'jin's hand touched his chin, but as quickly as he realized what he'd done, he relaxed. He sighed weakly and slid forward, inviting himself into a tight hug with the greenrider. He imagined B'jin wouldn't want him to take the request as an order, but he did anyhow. Talian took many things as orders, from the softest suggestion to the most desperate request.
He hesitated for a few long seconds before speaking. "Her name is Fiora," he explained, voice catching for a couple uncomfortable seconds as he tried to produce her name. "She was my best friend almost ever since Talerian took me to the Hall, when I was six," he explained.
He sighed and stopped short, reconsidering this entire exercise. B'jin had trusted him with personal stories, though...turnabout was fair play, plus Talian wasn't sure he could keep his anxiety over her to himself anymore. "She was my only friend, and the only person in the world that mattered to me," he whispered hoarsely against B'jin's chest. "Not my parents, especially not my father...My mom didn't mean any harm, but she didn't do anything to protect any of us from dad...She let him deny my sisters education and marry them off too young, and she let him drag me off to the Hall..."
"I guess I loved my sisters too, but they I barely even know the younger ones. The only reason I can remember the littlest one's name is because it's so close to mine - Talira," he said. "Fiora, though. She was my best friend. I was...I guess I was kind of obsessed with her for a long time. I didn't trust anyone else, or want to spend time with anyone else...but I was so busy that I didn't see as much of her as I wanted until we walked. I walked before her, though...so I missed her graduation because I was a-away."
His voice had started to warble. He was on a slipper slope, and he knew it. He spoke though gritted teeth, refusing to let himself cry. "...I was in love with her, B'jin. And when I got promoted, she came up to me after the ceremony..."
He trailed off. He didn't know how to describe that night, nor was he even going to try. He remembered how confidently she slid up to him, how discreetly and yet sensually she lured him aside...She knew exactly what she was doing the moment she approached, exactly what they were getting in to.
"I don't know. We talked about it afterwards, how we were scared she might be pregnant. We were talking about getting married," he explained. He swallowed hard, his throat too tight to continue. He decided to stop. He buried his face against B'jin and held his breath until he felt the tightness start to fade away, though he imagined the slightest disturbance might bring him to the edge of tears again.
"I know I shouldn't be thinking about her any more," he said after a long pause. "But I can't help it."
