12.Sep.13, 03:43 AM
The greenrider moved carefully out of the way, allowing his lover into the small bathing room he had claimed without a word. Brown eyes had glued onto R'nd the moment the bluerider had been spotted, and he hadn't looked away for fear he would vanish; he needed R'nd - as a friend, as a lover, as someone he trusted. "I'm okay," B'jin whispered softly as he clung to R'nd, his voice and lip trembling as he listened to the bluerider babble, both confused and reassured by the words. He didn't actively think that R'nd would avoid him and one of Larrikith's flights, but hearing that the bluerider hadn't and was worried B'jin would hate him for missing one washed away the spine chilling fear before it could grow to being acknowledged.
"I'm sorry," and he was! If he were able to keep track of Larrikith's pattern, or if he got proddy (B'jin still whole heartedly convinced he'd never been proddy a day in his life) or - something! - then he would have been able to know when he had to be with R'nd... but... wouldn't doing that frighten the bluerider off? Would he feel smothered by such attentions? B'jin didn't want him to feel smothered, or guilted, or that he was expected to not only enter, but win, every time Larrikith flew. Granted, the little green didn't fly as often as some of her sisters, but she still flew regularly enough that B'jin had no trouble imagining the bluerider getting sick of him if he was forced into every flight that occurred.
He lifted his face reluctantly from the bluerider's neck, still clinging to his lover; the shirt he had had wrapped around his hips being held up purely because he was pressed close to the other man. "Don't be sorry... I didn't realise she was due." Shame, hot and pure and it coloured B'jin's cheeks as he dropped his gaze. He was a terrible person, and an even worse dragonrider. He had never been able to keep tabs on when Larrikith was due and had always been too lazy to make records of her previous flights in order to assit with figuring it out. Not that it would have mattered much, when Larrikith went out of her way to be as unpredictable as possible.
Lifting up slightly, B'jin kissed R'nd lightly, and clung to him tightly for a moment. "He didn't hurt me," he promised, pulling away just slightly so he could study R'nd's face in clear confusion, the emotion fogging up his eyes. "He was... nice." B'jin dropped his gaze again, confused. He didn't understand why D'hys had been nice to him, after threatening him not to screw with blueriders and he had collected all his clothes up for him so B'jin wouldn't have to run around naked to find them and he'd let him go without any quips or looks and B'jin appreciated that! "... I got you wet," B'jin murmured softly, frowning almost sadly at the wet patches on R'nd's clothing from where he'd gotten water on him. "Sorry, love."
"I'm sorry," and he was! If he were able to keep track of Larrikith's pattern, or if he got proddy (B'jin still whole heartedly convinced he'd never been proddy a day in his life) or - something! - then he would have been able to know when he had to be with R'nd... but... wouldn't doing that frighten the bluerider off? Would he feel smothered by such attentions? B'jin didn't want him to feel smothered, or guilted, or that he was expected to not only enter, but win, every time Larrikith flew. Granted, the little green didn't fly as often as some of her sisters, but she still flew regularly enough that B'jin had no trouble imagining the bluerider getting sick of him if he was forced into every flight that occurred.
He lifted his face reluctantly from the bluerider's neck, still clinging to his lover; the shirt he had had wrapped around his hips being held up purely because he was pressed close to the other man. "Don't be sorry... I didn't realise she was due." Shame, hot and pure and it coloured B'jin's cheeks as he dropped his gaze. He was a terrible person, and an even worse dragonrider. He had never been able to keep tabs on when Larrikith was due and had always been too lazy to make records of her previous flights in order to assit with figuring it out. Not that it would have mattered much, when Larrikith went out of her way to be as unpredictable as possible.
Lifting up slightly, B'jin kissed R'nd lightly, and clung to him tightly for a moment. "He didn't hurt me," he promised, pulling away just slightly so he could study R'nd's face in clear confusion, the emotion fogging up his eyes. "He was... nice." B'jin dropped his gaze again, confused. He didn't understand why D'hys had been nice to him, after threatening him not to screw with blueriders and he had collected all his clothes up for him so B'jin wouldn't have to run around naked to find them and he'd let him go without any quips or looks and B'jin appreciated that! "... I got you wet," B'jin murmured softly, frowning almost sadly at the wet patches on R'nd's clothing from where he'd gotten water on him. "Sorry, love."