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19.Nov.13, 07:56 AM
Bjin smiled, the expression gentle and loving, but further containing the most delicate air of mischief as the greenrider lowered his hands from R’nd’s temples and studied the poor (clearly dying) bluerider with obvious affection. “Talk, love?” the question was clearly rhetorical and it carried the whisper of mischievous amusement that could be seen in warm brown eyes as he leaned down, and kissed R’nd first on the lips, and then on the bridge of his nose, between his eyes. The tip of his lover’s nose, which he would normally have kissed, was much too dangerous a location for his tender stomach at that particular time!
“My dear R’nd,” the name was purred out; the vowelless collection of letters was full of promises B’jin would deliver upon when his lover was not bogged down and feeling miserable. “Talk is for those who cannot sing,” there was some teasing behind the words; B’jin could sing, but he was no master of words. R’nd could talk, but B’jin was less inclined to mark the bluerider quite as highly for his singing ability. At least he could carry a tune, though, which was more than B’jin could say for many Katilans!
Kissing R’nd lightly again, B’jin set about putting all the little jars and vials back on the bedside table, clearing the bed itself. When he had finished, B’jin climbed off the bed and wandered around the room, exchanging the clothes he had been wearing for a pair of soft and well-worn pants he slept in. Said article of clothing had been calling R’nd’s hut their home for quite some time, even if they were usually kept under a random pillow (which was technically also B’jin’s) rather than claiming a spot with R’nd’s clothing. What he had been wearing was kicked into a pile by the door.
Making his way back to the bed, B’jin climbed back in and made himself comfortable right in the middle of it, with very little apparent care for how he was presently pushing R’nd out of the way a bit. When he had himself comfortably situated (which had also included stealing all the pillows to pile up behind himself so he could lean back against the bedhead) B’jin slipped his arms under R’nd’s upper arms, and hauled his lover without any real warning into his lap. A low grunt, and a grimace when he jostled the other man a bit more than he meant to, were the only indication B’jin gave that the motion had not been completely effortless.
“Stronger than I look,” he purred, tone whispery and low, into R’nd’s ear as he wriggled to get more comfortable with the bulk of the bluerider situated between his legs and resting against his bare chest. B’jin wrapped his arms low around R’nd and gave a gentle squeeze as he kissed the man on his lavender coated temple. One hand shifted to brush down some of R’nd’s rather uncommonly mussed up hair out of B’jin’s nose, and he rested a cheek on top of R’nd’s head as he took a soft breath in, and began to sing lowly. The song of choice was an old love song, probably giving away more of B’jin’s age than he meant to, but it was soft and gentle and had a happy ending.
“My dear R’nd,” the name was purred out; the vowelless collection of letters was full of promises B’jin would deliver upon when his lover was not bogged down and feeling miserable. “Talk is for those who cannot sing,” there was some teasing behind the words; B’jin could sing, but he was no master of words. R’nd could talk, but B’jin was less inclined to mark the bluerider quite as highly for his singing ability. At least he could carry a tune, though, which was more than B’jin could say for many Katilans!
Kissing R’nd lightly again, B’jin set about putting all the little jars and vials back on the bedside table, clearing the bed itself. When he had finished, B’jin climbed off the bed and wandered around the room, exchanging the clothes he had been wearing for a pair of soft and well-worn pants he slept in. Said article of clothing had been calling R’nd’s hut their home for quite some time, even if they were usually kept under a random pillow (which was technically also B’jin’s) rather than claiming a spot with R’nd’s clothing. What he had been wearing was kicked into a pile by the door.
Making his way back to the bed, B’jin climbed back in and made himself comfortable right in the middle of it, with very little apparent care for how he was presently pushing R’nd out of the way a bit. When he had himself comfortably situated (which had also included stealing all the pillows to pile up behind himself so he could lean back against the bedhead) B’jin slipped his arms under R’nd’s upper arms, and hauled his lover without any real warning into his lap. A low grunt, and a grimace when he jostled the other man a bit more than he meant to, were the only indication B’jin gave that the motion had not been completely effortless.
“Stronger than I look,” he purred, tone whispery and low, into R’nd’s ear as he wriggled to get more comfortable with the bulk of the bluerider situated between his legs and resting against his bare chest. B’jin wrapped his arms low around R’nd and gave a gentle squeeze as he kissed the man on his lavender coated temple. One hand shifted to brush down some of R’nd’s rather uncommonly mussed up hair out of B’jin’s nose, and he rested a cheek on top of R’nd’s head as he took a soft breath in, and began to sing lowly. The song of choice was an old love song, probably giving away more of B’jin’s age than he meant to, but it was soft and gentle and had a happy ending.
