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27.Feb.12, 09:39 AM
Losing himself in his drunken state, N'gelt chose not to acknowledge R'nd's departure of I'shan's hut, though he did notice it, if only because he heard the door. What took him longer to notice, was I'shan's fleeing of the scene. Damn that man had a knack for just disappearing on him, even when he was completely sober! If you could call lust-haze sober. Shrugging, he adjusted his posture so he faced the table completely, giving his clothes a quick tug down into place before resuming his meal. He ate rather slowly, quite unusual considering he had a steaming plate of wherry meat before him.
Once he was finished, a good ten to twenty minutes later he stood, sucking the last few drops of ale from his bottle. Putting it down with a rather loud thud he turned around, wondering where I'shan had disappeared to. He hadn't left the hut, not only would there be no point but he hadn't heard the front door open and close again. His eyes eventually fell on the door leading to I'shan's bedroom, sitting slightly ajar. Striding over he pushed it open, firmly enough that I'shan could notice it if he was listening, but not so much that it would slam against the wall.
Standing in the doorway he stood and stared at I'shan, taking in the curled up form of the Bluerider. It was clear he was upset, but how did you deal with upset? When sober, N'gelt found himself avoiding such emotional situations that required talking and the like. But now in his drunken state, the stupid thought entered his head to console his lover. That's what you did right? You consoled those you loved? Nevermind that nobody knew if N'gelt had a compassionate and sympathetic bone in his body.
N'gelt took a deep breath before he walked over to the bed, sitting beside I'shan's feet, letting them press against his thighs. He hesitated, mind reeling with what he was doing. What on pern was he doing? His hand reached out slowly, touching I'shan's thigh lightly. "…I'shan?" The name sounded strange, so unsure and confused but still sounding gravelly and strong at the same time. Swallowing he patted his thigh firmly. "There, there." Well, while he had the general idea, N'gelt didn't quite have the process of consoling quite yet. His attempt showed how deeply he secretly cared for I'shan however, something that he hadn't felt to anyone in well over a decade.
Once he was finished, a good ten to twenty minutes later he stood, sucking the last few drops of ale from his bottle. Putting it down with a rather loud thud he turned around, wondering where I'shan had disappeared to. He hadn't left the hut, not only would there be no point but he hadn't heard the front door open and close again. His eyes eventually fell on the door leading to I'shan's bedroom, sitting slightly ajar. Striding over he pushed it open, firmly enough that I'shan could notice it if he was listening, but not so much that it would slam against the wall.
Standing in the doorway he stood and stared at I'shan, taking in the curled up form of the Bluerider. It was clear he was upset, but how did you deal with upset? When sober, N'gelt found himself avoiding such emotional situations that required talking and the like. But now in his drunken state, the stupid thought entered his head to console his lover. That's what you did right? You consoled those you loved? Nevermind that nobody knew if N'gelt had a compassionate and sympathetic bone in his body.
N'gelt took a deep breath before he walked over to the bed, sitting beside I'shan's feet, letting them press against his thighs. He hesitated, mind reeling with what he was doing. What on pern was he doing? His hand reached out slowly, touching I'shan's thigh lightly. "…I'shan?" The name sounded strange, so unsure and confused but still sounding gravelly and strong at the same time. Swallowing he patted his thigh firmly. "There, there." Well, while he had the general idea, N'gelt didn't quite have the process of consoling quite yet. His attempt showed how deeply he secretly cared for I'shan however, something that he hadn't felt to anyone in well over a decade.
