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26.Mar.14, 11:26 AM
B’jin woke up with a gasp, as suddenly and fully himself, as he would be if someone threw a cup of ice-cold water onto his face. An unpleasant shiver travelled down his spine, and B’jin’s eyes stared up at the ceiling with a worried frown. The way he had woken, and the difference in the way he ached told him immediately that R’nd had not been the winner of Larrikith’s most recent flight. When R’nd won, B’jin’s lips twitched into a slight smile, he came back into his own with a lazy contentedness that drifted into cuddled up naptime before more fun was enjoyed. This was the wakeup call he had not had in a while, and B’jin’s eyes rolled to the side so he could see who had managed to outwit Ayyonth this time.
Ayyonth didn’t chase, Larrikith put in mildly, her voice a sleepy haze. She was content and comfortable, though, curled up placidly with her winner. B’jin’s eyebrows furrowed as he dropped his attention to the sleeping man beside him. They immediately widened – not with fear, but with amusement – and his lips pursed into a flat line so he would not giggle as he recognised Valerian’s face. A soft, breathy sort of giggle escaped, but the quiet sound did not seem to rouse the young bluerider. B’jin’s expression turned mischievous.
I didn’t know he knew how to not-scowl, B’jin mentioned cheerfully to Larrikith, brown eyes watching the younger harper sleeping for a few more moments. He could uncomfortably recall when they had first flown together, but B’jin opted to ignore that. They had gone through all the awkward then, and besides, that had been a far less private location! At least this time, they were in a room, the door was closed, and the bed was comfortable! B’jin grinned wickedly.
Shifting very carefully, the greenrider rolled onto his side, throwing one leg over the top of Valerian’s, he snuggled as close to his snarky friend as he could, and tilted his head. Smirking – and very pleased with himself – B’jin stuck his tongue out and licked Valerian from the edge of his jaw, right up to just under his eye in a long, slow motion.
Then he waited, grinning like the cat that got into the cream, and clearly very proud of himself. At its core, the man’s actions was an unconscious example of his trust in his friend, that Valerian would not take advantage of him as would many other riders in his position. Not that B’jin were the slightest bit aware of that; he was far too busy fluttering his lashes innocently and trying not to laugh.
I didn’t know he knew how to not-scowl, B’jin mentioned cheerfully to Larrikith, brown eyes watching the younger harper sleeping for a few more moments. He could uncomfortably recall when they had first flown together, but B’jin opted to ignore that. They had gone through all the awkward then, and besides, that had been a far less private location! At least this time, they were in a room, the door was closed, and the bed was comfortable! B’jin grinned wickedly.
Shifting very carefully, the greenrider rolled onto his side, throwing one leg over the top of Valerian’s, he snuggled as close to his snarky friend as he could, and tilted his head. Smirking – and very pleased with himself – B’jin stuck his tongue out and licked Valerian from the edge of his jaw, right up to just under his eye in a long, slow motion.
Then he waited, grinning like the cat that got into the cream, and clearly very proud of himself. At its core, the man’s actions was an unconscious example of his trust in his friend, that Valerian would not take advantage of him as would many other riders in his position. Not that B’jin were the slightest bit aware of that; he was far too busy fluttering his lashes innocently and trying not to laugh.
