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30.Sep.13, 09:56 PM
"My delusions?" B'jin smiled sweetly and shook his head, mocking and sad as he looked pityingly at J'ver. "Delusional as you might believe me to be, J'ver, it will never be on par with your own incredible lack of reality." The greenrider had no idea what J'ver was trying to get at with his comments about R'nd, and he found them far more confusing than anything else. The idea that R'nd was 'playing' him to his 'advantage' was beyond confusing; how was R'nd playing him? B'jin wasn't even sure R'nd knew how to play someone - besides! What possible advantage could R'nd get from their not-relationship? Sure, Ayyonth got to fly Larrikith more regularly than any dragon prior had had the luxry of before, but it wasn't an advantage, and B'jin was lucky R'nd was horrified by him! He really wasn't nearly as pretty as some of the others in the Weyr and B'jin had always known R'nd could have his pick. There simply wasn't any advantage available for being around B'jin, and he couldn't understand why J'ver would think there was - or think that R'nd thought there was.
Clearly, that only proved yet again the delusional state J'ver was living in. Not only did he think he was in control of his realtlionship with S'kef, but J'ver also thought that being involved with B'jin rendered some type of advantage for R'nd. B'jin would try to figure out what type of advantage J'ver apparently believed B'jin granted his lover at a later time, but for that moment he just continued to stare pityingly at the other greenrider. When he asked to be excused, B'jin snorted, but he didn't make any particular move beyond that. At least not right away. The carefully handled sheet of parchment was folded again and placed lightly in the pocket of his pants. It was dangerous to keep it, when J'ver so clearly knew B'jin was in posession of it, but both he and S'kef would be fools to think he wrote it. B'jin decided he'd get rid of it later; burn it, probably. But for the moment, he would keep it safe.
"Something like that," B'jin purred, smiling sweetly at J'ver though brown eyes flashed with irritation. He was indeed planning on digging D'ren out of his hiding hole and letting him know what had happened, and while he was also planning to see R'nd in the evening, B'jin had no idea what the bluerider's day's plans were nor wehre he was at. He was, however, getting sorely sick of J'ver making digs at R'nd's sexual exploits. There were far sluttier riders within the weyr than his bluerider, and even on the best of days B'jin was less than okay with hearing people take shots at those he cared about. His shoulders stifened as J'ver turned and began to walk off without a word, and B'jin's lip curled. Slimy little bastard! Acting on impulse, B'jin leaned over to pick up a handful of muddy slush that rested between the rocks lining the main walkway, and hurled it at J'ver's back forcefully.
He didn't wait around to see if it hit him; turning, hand dripping mud, B'jin fled in no particular direction at all.
Clearly, that only proved yet again the delusional state J'ver was living in. Not only did he think he was in control of his realtlionship with S'kef, but J'ver also thought that being involved with B'jin rendered some type of advantage for R'nd. B'jin would try to figure out what type of advantage J'ver apparently believed B'jin granted his lover at a later time, but for that moment he just continued to stare pityingly at the other greenrider. When he asked to be excused, B'jin snorted, but he didn't make any particular move beyond that. At least not right away. The carefully handled sheet of parchment was folded again and placed lightly in the pocket of his pants. It was dangerous to keep it, when J'ver so clearly knew B'jin was in posession of it, but both he and S'kef would be fools to think he wrote it. B'jin decided he'd get rid of it later; burn it, probably. But for the moment, he would keep it safe.
"Something like that," B'jin purred, smiling sweetly at J'ver though brown eyes flashed with irritation. He was indeed planning on digging D'ren out of his hiding hole and letting him know what had happened, and while he was also planning to see R'nd in the evening, B'jin had no idea what the bluerider's day's plans were nor wehre he was at. He was, however, getting sorely sick of J'ver making digs at R'nd's sexual exploits. There were far sluttier riders within the weyr than his bluerider, and even on the best of days B'jin was less than okay with hearing people take shots at those he cared about. His shoulders stifened as J'ver turned and began to walk off without a word, and B'jin's lip curled. Slimy little bastard! Acting on impulse, B'jin leaned over to pick up a handful of muddy slush that rested between the rocks lining the main walkway, and hurled it at J'ver's back forcefully.
He didn't wait around to see if it hit him; turning, hand dripping mud, B'jin fled in no particular direction at all.
