21.Nov.12, 11:18 AM
B'jin scrabbled backwards again, until he hit a wall and pressed himself into the corner between the adjoining walls, breath hissing between his teeth from shallow breaths. He flinched, heavily, away from Talian's light touch, face scrunching up at the unexpected wave of pain the movement caused, drawing his knees up in a move powered by both modesty and a need to defend himself, eyes dark with mistrust but not seeing more of Talian than a hazy shadow as his sight swam, unable to focus. The voice was lost in the unhappy up and down his hearing was doing. There was a ringing sound in the background, annoying and becoming louder when B'jin realised it was there; he adamantly attempted to ignore it and focus on the person beside him. Eyebrows lowered in a scowling frown, but the rider was having difficulty making his thoughts connect with his sight and hearing.
I-- Tali-- Larrikith's voice floated in and out of focus, alongside B'jin's vision, but the greenrider's face lit up subtly with recognition and he peered at Talian determinedly, fighting to make his sight work. The attempted proved mostly futile, and B'jin groaned softly in the back of his throat as he raised his hands and rubbed at his eyes, left hand leaving to finger tentatively at the back of his head. "Hit my head," B'jin slurred, the statement clearly leaving S'kef outside of any blame. His fingers came away with watery blood and B'jin wiped his fingers, unseen by himself, on his thigh. His leg muscles stiffening when he realised the lack of clothing and blood flushed his previously sickly white face in embarrassment.
Just what he wanted to be. Butt naked and bleeding in front of Talian. B'jin's eyes fluttered open once more, clarity slowly returning as he stopped throwing himself around. B'jin frowned and moved only his eyes to look around, unwilling to move his pounding head and lose his sight once more, it was still fuzzy around the edges and his empty stomach was churning still. "R'nd?" B'jin's voice was raspy and low, but the name was awash with timid relief. The greenrider relaxed visibly, leaning back into the corner of the wall with a mild frown at the various levels of pain the action called and shifting his gaze to look at Talian.
"'M f'ne." He murmured, as raspily as he'd spoken his lover's name. "Hit m'hed on the tub." The falsity slid easily from his lips, well practised and lacking the usual quirks that gave away the greenrider when he attempted to lie. It came so easily to the surface once more despite the past few turns without having to use it as actively has he had before; again B'jin was please he wasn't a bruiser. It was so much easier to be believed when you didn't have marks to call you out. One corner of B'jin's lips twitched upward, the expression meant to be reassuring, even as eyes closed with a slight grimace. By Faranth his head was pounding!
I-- Tali-- Larrikith's voice floated in and out of focus, alongside B'jin's vision, but the greenrider's face lit up subtly with recognition and he peered at Talian determinedly, fighting to make his sight work. The attempted proved mostly futile, and B'jin groaned softly in the back of his throat as he raised his hands and rubbed at his eyes, left hand leaving to finger tentatively at the back of his head. "Hit my head," B'jin slurred, the statement clearly leaving S'kef outside of any blame. His fingers came away with watery blood and B'jin wiped his fingers, unseen by himself, on his thigh. His leg muscles stiffening when he realised the lack of clothing and blood flushed his previously sickly white face in embarrassment.
Just what he wanted to be. Butt naked and bleeding in front of Talian. B'jin's eyes fluttered open once more, clarity slowly returning as he stopped throwing himself around. B'jin frowned and moved only his eyes to look around, unwilling to move his pounding head and lose his sight once more, it was still fuzzy around the edges and his empty stomach was churning still. "R'nd?" B'jin's voice was raspy and low, but the name was awash with timid relief. The greenrider relaxed visibly, leaning back into the corner of the wall with a mild frown at the various levels of pain the action called and shifting his gaze to look at Talian.
"'M f'ne." He murmured, as raspily as he'd spoken his lover's name. "Hit m'hed on the tub." The falsity slid easily from his lips, well practised and lacking the usual quirks that gave away the greenrider when he attempted to lie. It came so easily to the surface once more despite the past few turns without having to use it as actively has he had before; again B'jin was please he wasn't a bruiser. It was so much easier to be believed when you didn't have marks to call you out. One corner of B'jin's lips twitched upward, the expression meant to be reassuring, even as eyes closed with a slight grimace. By Faranth his head was pounding!