02.Oct.13, 12:23 AM
B'jin was trembling from head to foot as he looked up, the fog slowly fading from his eyes, clearing out the murky look that had taken over the clear, warm brown. There were tears on a bloodless face, eyebrows furrowed together with honest worry as he struggled to move, almost toppling over in the process; instead, B'jin sent up a flurry of motion waves as he tripped over his own feet and almost face planted into the water. He gripped the closest side with clinging fingers, staring up at R'nd without acknowledging his own flailing, brown eyes steady and serious and full of confusion. "I-" he paused, clearing his throat softly when his voice came out as nothing more than a wispy squeak. "I know," it was still nothing more than a whisper, but at least the squeaking was gone, voice more husky with the tears and worry. He should have been shocked to hear R'nd say he loved him, but he wasn't. He did know.
Seeing R'nd so broken up was terrifying in a way that was entierly different from the emotion brought about by the onslaught of memories that Larrikith was dedicatedly brushing away. The little green dragon working overtime to help B'jin shove all the unwanted and terrible things back into the heavy boxes they had been kept in. Like her human, Larrikith was trembling where she was perched on the roof of the bathing house, though her's was founded by fury. For a moment - a few moments! - she had been so sure B'jin's memories were reality, as sure as he was, that she had been prepared to start tearing apart the bathing house itself in order to get to B'jin before he was hurt too much. Her reaction to it being R'nd, her sharing the memories - B'jin would not approve of that, and Larrikith was working doubletime to keep that from the man she had chosen so long ago. She didn't want to fight with him, not right then.
B'jin took a deep breath in, and held it for several moments before letting it out in an incredibly shaky sigh. He began moving, his steps careful and timid, towards R'nd. Serious eyes never left the face of his lover, expression caught somewhere now between surprise and curiosity. He'd never turly seen R'nd upset, and while B'jin felt quite sure that he'd been the cause of it, he didn't understand how he had caused it. To B'jin, the memories had been a lifetime, and barely a moment, and he chose to write them off as a flash of seconds, something that only he had seen and been aware of. He didn't pick up on the way Larrikith was trembling and fighting to keep her own emotions away from him and under control. He simply didn't realise it had been more than a split second response to his bluerider's invitation.
"R'nd?" B'jin's voice was timid, and confused as he inched up to where R'nd was sitting. His trembling was fading away as he stopped before R'nd, and he reached out very gently to brush his fingers over his lover's knee; he wasn't quite courageous enough to reach and brush the hair out of R'nd's face. "Love?" there was a soft desperation to B'jin's voice as he peered up at R'nd, heart breaking at seeing his lover - always so sure and strong! - looking so broken. "Please don't cry." Removing his fingers from R'nd's knee, B'jin pressed both palms firmly to the side of the tub and rose out of the water, sitting on the edge before curling his legs up under himself, and reached for one of R'nd's hands, carefully twining his fingers through his lovers. He kept his gaze on their fingers, his voice a soft murmur.
"I love you, too."
Seeing R'nd so broken up was terrifying in a way that was entierly different from the emotion brought about by the onslaught of memories that Larrikith was dedicatedly brushing away. The little green dragon working overtime to help B'jin shove all the unwanted and terrible things back into the heavy boxes they had been kept in. Like her human, Larrikith was trembling where she was perched on the roof of the bathing house, though her's was founded by fury. For a moment - a few moments! - she had been so sure B'jin's memories were reality, as sure as he was, that she had been prepared to start tearing apart the bathing house itself in order to get to B'jin before he was hurt too much. Her reaction to it being R'nd, her sharing the memories - B'jin would not approve of that, and Larrikith was working doubletime to keep that from the man she had chosen so long ago. She didn't want to fight with him, not right then.
B'jin took a deep breath in, and held it for several moments before letting it out in an incredibly shaky sigh. He began moving, his steps careful and timid, towards R'nd. Serious eyes never left the face of his lover, expression caught somewhere now between surprise and curiosity. He'd never turly seen R'nd upset, and while B'jin felt quite sure that he'd been the cause of it, he didn't understand how he had caused it. To B'jin, the memories had been a lifetime, and barely a moment, and he chose to write them off as a flash of seconds, something that only he had seen and been aware of. He didn't pick up on the way Larrikith was trembling and fighting to keep her own emotions away from him and under control. He simply didn't realise it had been more than a split second response to his bluerider's invitation.
"R'nd?" B'jin's voice was timid, and confused as he inched up to where R'nd was sitting. His trembling was fading away as he stopped before R'nd, and he reached out very gently to brush his fingers over his lover's knee; he wasn't quite courageous enough to reach and brush the hair out of R'nd's face. "Love?" there was a soft desperation to B'jin's voice as he peered up at R'nd, heart breaking at seeing his lover - always so sure and strong! - looking so broken. "Please don't cry." Removing his fingers from R'nd's knee, B'jin pressed both palms firmly to the side of the tub and rose out of the water, sitting on the edge before curling his legs up under himself, and reached for one of R'nd's hands, carefully twining his fingers through his lovers. He kept his gaze on their fingers, his voice a soft murmur.
"I love you, too."