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12.Nov.12, 02:16 AM
J'ver didn't back down.
S'kef wasn't sure what it was he felt in those few moments. His initial response was, of course, anger. He wanted to snatch the whip and lay into J'ver, knowing how easily he could toss the more fragile man to the floor and shatter him to a million pieces. But as S'kef curled his fist and tightened his muscles, he realized there was no way he could actually do it. It would be one thing if the little tart actually deserved it, but J'ver didn't deserve it, did he?
The brownrider cast J'ver a dirty look before following him to the couch. "You're actually comparing yourself to B'jin? You're actually that concerned, when you yourself have been convincing Rilaleeyth to avoid my brown since we met?" Sure, it didn't happen every flight, but S'kef knew it happened. He'd thought it happened last time, too, but that misunderstanding was behind them. That didn't mean it didn't happen sometimes.
"This isn't a one-way street, J'ver," he said, refusing to sit down. He stood in front of the greenrider before angrily tossing the whip across the room, listening as it clattered against whatever it had collided with. "You don't get to screw with flight outcomes and then complain when Tyrrisath chases someone else."
He realized he was getting worked up. He scowled again and stomped his foot once, trying to let out some of his aggression without actually aiming it at J'ver. It would have been absurdly easy to put a fist in the little bitch's face in that moment, the brownrider felt so bullied and insulted by his smug little attitude. He started to say something else when Tyrrisath suddenly butted in, his lurking presence so forceful and sudden that S'kef jumped.
Stop.
S'kef frowned. Tyrrisath always had been good at stopping him from acting on foolish impulses. S'kef could feel the dragon's accusing emotions flowing into him, reminding him that their greenpair was lovely and sweet; something to be doted on, not punched and tossed about.
The brownrider turned around and scowled at the wall, clearly aiming himself towards the dragon in some abstract way. Then, with an annoyed flick of his wrist, he finally seated himself beside J'ver. One arm looped around the greenrider and pulled him close.
"So this is about Rilaleeyth, is it? You realize rejecting us when she flies is upsetting to us too, right?" he asked, giving J'ver a half-aggravated, half-reassuring squeeze as he spoke. This wasn't the sort of thing that S'kef liked to talk about. It had taken a week of drinking himself into oblivion to confess to the damn greenrider, what more did he want?!
He rubbed his temples for a moment and shook his head. "What's your damn proposition?"
S'kef wasn't sure what it was he felt in those few moments. His initial response was, of course, anger. He wanted to snatch the whip and lay into J'ver, knowing how easily he could toss the more fragile man to the floor and shatter him to a million pieces. But as S'kef curled his fist and tightened his muscles, he realized there was no way he could actually do it. It would be one thing if the little tart actually deserved it, but J'ver didn't deserve it, did he?
The brownrider cast J'ver a dirty look before following him to the couch. "You're actually comparing yourself to B'jin? You're actually that concerned, when you yourself have been convincing Rilaleeyth to avoid my brown since we met?" Sure, it didn't happen every flight, but S'kef knew it happened. He'd thought it happened last time, too, but that misunderstanding was behind them. That didn't mean it didn't happen sometimes.
"This isn't a one-way street, J'ver," he said, refusing to sit down. He stood in front of the greenrider before angrily tossing the whip across the room, listening as it clattered against whatever it had collided with. "You don't get to screw with flight outcomes and then complain when Tyrrisath chases someone else."
He realized he was getting worked up. He scowled again and stomped his foot once, trying to let out some of his aggression without actually aiming it at J'ver. It would have been absurdly easy to put a fist in the little bitch's face in that moment, the brownrider felt so bullied and insulted by his smug little attitude. He started to say something else when Tyrrisath suddenly butted in, his lurking presence so forceful and sudden that S'kef jumped.
Stop.
S'kef frowned. Tyrrisath always had been good at stopping him from acting on foolish impulses. S'kef could feel the dragon's accusing emotions flowing into him, reminding him that their greenpair was lovely and sweet; something to be doted on, not punched and tossed about.
The brownrider turned around and scowled at the wall, clearly aiming himself towards the dragon in some abstract way. Then, with an annoyed flick of his wrist, he finally seated himself beside J'ver. One arm looped around the greenrider and pulled him close.
"So this is about Rilaleeyth, is it? You realize rejecting us when she flies is upsetting to us too, right?" he asked, giving J'ver a half-aggravated, half-reassuring squeeze as he spoke. This wasn't the sort of thing that S'kef liked to talk about. It had taken a week of drinking himself into oblivion to confess to the damn greenrider, what more did he want?!
He rubbed his temples for a moment and shook his head. "What's your damn proposition?"
