18.Jul.13, 09:09 PM
It had been nine days since the double Hatching in which roughly thirty dragonets didn’t want him but one had wanted his twin. Nine days of moping around, his smile to show he was fine beginning to fade with each hour, and tears barely refraining from spilling at night when Ryvian realized he didn’t have his brother waiting for him to come to bed. They had shared a bed for most of their lives thanks to being young enough to do such a thing when everyone was reunited and their bedroom being small. After their parents died and they were asked to move into a smaller hut for a ‘proper’ family to have more space, they continued sharing a bed in the one bedroom tiny hut. It was comforting and held nightmares at bay.
He didn’t have that now. Ryvian did his best to drink himself into a stupor for most of his waking hours and even fell into a couple of other beds to help fill in the time and find some sort of comfort in the arms of someone. It had been fairly easy to do the first two days thanks to the Hatching gather and then the traditional UnImpressed party he had to throw the following night in order to show he still had his good sense of humour and was fine. It only worked so much, though, and that afternoon, he hadn’t even bothered to get out of bed. It was too bright out, too hot out, and the day held the chance he’d see Nyvian with his precious bronze dragonet. None of that seemed like a reason to leave the comfort of his somewhat cool and darkened bedroom with half of the bed far too obviously empty. That was fine. He didn’t need Nyvian beside him forever! They were twenty-two in a few months and far too old to still need to cling to each other’s hands or curl up against at night when a lover didn’t require all night attention.
He hadn’t seen much of Indivara since Hatching day either. She had been wonderful to him and Ryvian did his best to treat her amazingly in kind and held off on babbling his fears and new beliefs. She didn’t deserve that, and her constantly having to leave to feed her spawn with V’ler reminded Ryvian that he couldn’t rely on her to keep his mind from straying to horrible thoughts constantly. She needed her own time and some sleep as much as he did, and sleep he did a lot of. It was simply easier to deal with everything that way.
When he was sober and alone, like now, Ryvian did too much thinking. He had thought about Nyvian now known as N’vian, had thought about Indivara, and had thought about his chances of Impressing at another clutch. It was miserable work going through everything over and over without situations really changing. Perhaps that was why that day he hadn’t bothered to even show up for lunch or breakfast before that. Then again, he had been a bit hungover that morning so food wasn’t likely to happen even if he had been inclined to eat. Since his own food supply had been monitored more by Nyvian who then told him when to gather more things, Ryvian didn’t have much left to eat in the hut and would have to show up for a meal eventually. Later, he decided. When everyone had gone home for the night, he’d head over to the pantry and grab some fruits or dried meat to bring back.
Smiling and acting like he was thrilled for Nyvian was draining him and he couldn’t do it again that day. More sleep was needed first and then maybe he could try again tomorrow. Maybe.
He didn’t have that now. Ryvian did his best to drink himself into a stupor for most of his waking hours and even fell into a couple of other beds to help fill in the time and find some sort of comfort in the arms of someone. It had been fairly easy to do the first two days thanks to the Hatching gather and then the traditional UnImpressed party he had to throw the following night in order to show he still had his good sense of humour and was fine. It only worked so much, though, and that afternoon, he hadn’t even bothered to get out of bed. It was too bright out, too hot out, and the day held the chance he’d see Nyvian with his precious bronze dragonet. None of that seemed like a reason to leave the comfort of his somewhat cool and darkened bedroom with half of the bed far too obviously empty. That was fine. He didn’t need Nyvian beside him forever! They were twenty-two in a few months and far too old to still need to cling to each other’s hands or curl up against at night when a lover didn’t require all night attention.
He hadn’t seen much of Indivara since Hatching day either. She had been wonderful to him and Ryvian did his best to treat her amazingly in kind and held off on babbling his fears and new beliefs. She didn’t deserve that, and her constantly having to leave to feed her spawn with V’ler reminded Ryvian that he couldn’t rely on her to keep his mind from straying to horrible thoughts constantly. She needed her own time and some sleep as much as he did, and sleep he did a lot of. It was simply easier to deal with everything that way.
When he was sober and alone, like now, Ryvian did too much thinking. He had thought about Nyvian now known as N’vian, had thought about Indivara, and had thought about his chances of Impressing at another clutch. It was miserable work going through everything over and over without situations really changing. Perhaps that was why that day he hadn’t bothered to even show up for lunch or breakfast before that. Then again, he had been a bit hungover that morning so food wasn’t likely to happen even if he had been inclined to eat. Since his own food supply had been monitored more by Nyvian who then told him when to gather more things, Ryvian didn’t have much left to eat in the hut and would have to show up for a meal eventually. Later, he decided. When everyone had gone home for the night, he’d head over to the pantry and grab some fruits or dried meat to bring back.
Smiling and acting like he was thrilled for Nyvian was draining him and he couldn’t do it again that day. More sleep was needed first and then maybe he could try again tomorrow. Maybe.