Delightful Opportunities [R'nd]

R’nd felt the bed shift and for a moment he thought B’jin was trying to sneak off to either make them some klah or to get ready for one of his classes. Neither seemed all that appealing since it made for a bluerider alone in his bed when he wanted to curl up with his greenrider a bit longer. A pout was given to his pillow but a moment later the bed shifted again and he was the recipient of a gentle touch. Grey eyes bleary blinked open, ready to turn and catch B’jin in a kiss but R’nd realised something was a bit off. For one thing, Ayyonth was snickering in the back of his mind – which wasn’t all that unusual but there was usually a more obvious reason than simply waking up. For another, the wall he stared at wasn’t in the right position as it seemed much further away than his own.

Sudden realisation hit him and sent R’nd back into a clear mind devoid of the flight lust. Grith had flown and Ayyonth thought it was hilarious to give chase again. No doubt he had asked Larrikith first this time given the results of the last time they ended up on her trail and almost winning. R’nd still felt sorry for I’shan but at the same time he was glad his friend won that flight and saved him from having to wake up beside Par’a. Oh. Oh no. Was he in Par’a’s bed? R’nd tensed as he was suddenly aware there was a very high chance that Ayyonth was laughing because they had won and Par’a was the one petting him.

Please don’t be Par’a, please don’t be Par’a…

The mantra was chanted as R’nd gathered up all of his courage and rolled over to see who he had landed in bed with. “Oh, fuck me! Indivara?” R’nd’s shock sent him not only swearing but also scrambling to sit up and get out of the bed only to get tangled up and nearly fall out. He righted himself just in time to keep himself from going for an inelegant dive though he didn’t save himself from flashing his goods to Indivara before quickly covering up again. He wasn’t one to care about nudity or modesty but this was Indivara! She was like a little sister to him. And he had slept with her. Was the room spinning? It seemed a bit fuzzier than it had been thirty seconds ago.

A deep breath didn’t do much but it did help steady the room again and that was about all R’nd could hope for. He knew it wouldn’t remove Indivara from the bed or erase the fact that they had clearly slept together. And she had stolen his shirt. Was that some new trend? Kerrin used to take one here and there, B’jin loved adding his own mark to some while acquiring a collection of clothes, and now Indivara was in his shirt which she was swimming in. He loved seeing B’jin in his shirt, he’d confess to that, even confess to enjoying past lovers borrowing the shirt for a little bit before finding their own clothes but Indivara in his shirt was filled with mixed emotions. It looked good on her but it was Indivara and he knew she was going to swipe it and not just borrow it for a few minutes.

Wait, hold on. Why was she staring at him in shock like that? What had he done to her? He knew she followed flights in the hopes of catching a loser so she was here willingly but perhaps he had been rough or took more than was offered? There was a chance she was simply shocked at being grabbed by him after months of making sure they never crossed paths in the few flights Ayyonth still wanted to enter. Regardless of the why, was an apology enough? Could he even form a sentence? It didn’t look likely right then with how he just sat there in shock, mouth hanging slightly open in his own obvious shock.