Do You Love Me? [J'ver]

J’ver knew quite well that S’kef wasn’t stupid. He had taken his time learning what he could about the brownrider before approaching him about helping each other rise to the top. It had been hard finding information about the man but he liked what he could learn and saw the cunning and intelligence that would be needed to keep the position of Weyrsecond when S’kef claimed it the first time. But if he had ever forgotten that S’kef was smart and knew more than he should, J’ver had a healthy reminder the night S’kef beat him for messing up and costing the Weyrsecond position or when he checked out potential replacements when the brownrider laid sick in bed. They needed each other, fed off of each’s others very presence, and that, along with Rilaleeyth’s pleading, was why J’ver still refused to talk about the real proposition. They didn’t need to fight over this and if they continued to do so, it just gave B’jin more power over them both and that was something J’ver definitely did not want to happen.

As Tyrrisath’s voice brushed against his mind, J’ver tensed once more, worried about what the dragon would say. He had been honoured the couple of times Tyrrisath had spoken to him in the past but that was before Larrikith’s flight when J’ver still respected the large dragon and wasn’t mad at his actions. Now, he braced for a tongue lashing and readied himself to order Rilaleeyth away from the brown if things got ugly. Instead, it ended up being Tyrrisath had joined their side, leaving S’kef alone with his indecision or confusion or whatever he was working through that made it so he didn’t have an answer to the easy proposition given to him. J’ver waited a moment longer, convinced that perhaps there was a trick in the promise but when it didn’t come but S’kef’s confirmation that his dragon was hooked on Rilaleeyth did, that the greenrider relaxed again. “It does seem that way. Although Rilaleeyth is panicked and insists you don’t have to do that. You may chase anyone you want.”

Rilaleeyth resisted the urge to curl into a protective ball, her natural reaction when she was upset and worried over something. Tyrrisath’s promise was so sweet! But she didn’t want to make him suffer or wait for her. I won’t be mad if desires get the best of you. Always return to me, Tyrrisath, and I will be happy. She crooned softly and licked his nose with a remarkably girly giggle for a dragon.

J’ver scowled as Rilaleeyth’s affection bled over to him and he gave a soft little giggle of his own. It was well-timed, he supposed, as it aligned with S’kef’s promises, apologies, and saying that odd L-word again. “I know, my beautiful brownrider. There are really only two words to describe our feelings for each other; love and insanity. Oddly enough, I prefer going with we love each other.”

Since he was so close to S’kef now, it was impossible to continue ignoring the bleeding lip and slowly J’ver lifted his hand and brushed his thumb over the lip, smearing the trickle of blood along his chin before cupping a cheek. “And we do what we must as we always do for our rise to power. Declare me as yours properly in public or continue smacking me like a bad greenrider deserves; I’ll be beside you still. Master.” Unconcerned about the blood or even the pain it might cause S’kef, J’ver took the lead and kissed the man he was foolishly in love with and didn’t like the idea of losing again.