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14.Nov.12, 04:41 AM
"Sit down, love."
It still felt strange to use endearments. S'kef had used them for his old weyrmate many turns ago, but ever since then, such words seemed to turn to ash in his mouth. He still hadn't found one that perfectly suited his adorable J'ver, but he was content that he'd find one eventually. He twitched a bit in self-depreciation as he seated himself across from the greenrider.
It was getting late. The food was still hot and they were far from alone, but the dining hall was far less crowded than it was even an hour before. It was an ideal time to sit down and enjoy the food before it got too cold. The others would trickle out slowly, gradually leaving S'kef and the object of his affection alone in the glowlight. S'kef smiled, trying his best to appear sweet and civil, though he expected his effort would only amuse his partner.
"So," S'kef said, corking their wine before pouring some for J'ver first. "Are you as sharding sick of T'shiro as I am?" The brownrider was really at his wit's end with that buffoon. He shook his head and sipped at his wine, trying his best to keep his complaints confined to his inside voice.
Wing practice had been rough lately. After the flight with B'jin, which everyone saw the results of, S'kef was even more hated than usual. Everyone liked B'jin, and this monster had hurt him! What was worse, though, was what followed. S'kef had made a point of holding hands with J'ver before and after the next practice, finally confirming the entire weyr's long-held suspicions. They'd received a few congratulations, but far more mockery, even some threats. They were both disliked, and while S'kef was perfectly happy to be disliked together, but he'd come close to decking a couple people for J'ver's sake.
He'd get them eventually. No one insulted his greenrider.
T'shiro was a problem, too. His barking had never been muzzled, and S'kef was starting to suspect the bronzerider knew what he thought of him. S'kef didn't care, but he actively dreaded the day the damn fool tried to call him out. That was going to be a fight. S'kef was doing his best to take it in stride, though. He suspected R'nya favored him over the damned bronzerider, so for now he would play nice.
Playing nice was so sharding hard sometimes. After an entire day of it, nothing hit the spot quite like bitching about one's wingmates with his weyrmate, though.
His official weyrmate. S'kef playfully kicked J'ver's foot under the table. "So, Jai. I'm sick of my hut eing vandalized."
He raised a brow, R'nya style. "...So I think I'm going to start sharing yours. What do you say?"
Ugh. Bad delivery. He smiled, but it looked more like baring his teeth.
It still felt strange to use endearments. S'kef had used them for his old weyrmate many turns ago, but ever since then, such words seemed to turn to ash in his mouth. He still hadn't found one that perfectly suited his adorable J'ver, but he was content that he'd find one eventually. He twitched a bit in self-depreciation as he seated himself across from the greenrider.
It was getting late. The food was still hot and they were far from alone, but the dining hall was far less crowded than it was even an hour before. It was an ideal time to sit down and enjoy the food before it got too cold. The others would trickle out slowly, gradually leaving S'kef and the object of his affection alone in the glowlight. S'kef smiled, trying his best to appear sweet and civil, though he expected his effort would only amuse his partner.
"So," S'kef said, corking their wine before pouring some for J'ver first. "Are you as sharding sick of T'shiro as I am?" The brownrider was really at his wit's end with that buffoon. He shook his head and sipped at his wine, trying his best to keep his complaints confined to his inside voice.
Wing practice had been rough lately. After the flight with B'jin, which everyone saw the results of, S'kef was even more hated than usual. Everyone liked B'jin, and this monster had hurt him! What was worse, though, was what followed. S'kef had made a point of holding hands with J'ver before and after the next practice, finally confirming the entire weyr's long-held suspicions. They'd received a few congratulations, but far more mockery, even some threats. They were both disliked, and while S'kef was perfectly happy to be disliked together, but he'd come close to decking a couple people for J'ver's sake.
He'd get them eventually. No one insulted his greenrider.
T'shiro was a problem, too. His barking had never been muzzled, and S'kef was starting to suspect the bronzerider knew what he thought of him. S'kef didn't care, but he actively dreaded the day the damn fool tried to call him out. That was going to be a fight. S'kef was doing his best to take it in stride, though. He suspected R'nya favored him over the damned bronzerider, so for now he would play nice.
Playing nice was so sharding hard sometimes. After an entire day of it, nothing hit the spot quite like bitching about one's wingmates with his weyrmate, though.
His official weyrmate. S'kef playfully kicked J'ver's foot under the table. "So, Jai. I'm sick of my hut eing vandalized."
He raised a brow, R'nya style. "...So I think I'm going to start sharing yours. What do you say?"
Ugh. Bad delivery. He smiled, but it looked more like baring his teeth.
