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11.Mar.18, 04:51 AM
With a shrug F’drel finished the rest of the water in his cup, not exactly upset he’d get the next few hours to just sleep instead of trying to guess what D’hys was going to say or do next. He’d learned in the Hold that knowing what someone wanted and giving it as soon as possible was the best way to keep your head down and out of trouble, especially when you were the lowest rung on the social ladder like F’drel and his family were (and as he seemed destined to stay, though at least as a dragonrider he wasn’t lowest rank in the entire Weyr). Except D’hys was damnably hard to read and F’drel’s Flight addled brain was not helping in the slightest (the water and sitting up had helped though, his thoughts were faster and less influenced by Halomirth). The bluerider acted like he did and did not want more sex, or at least not any right then, but he wouldn’t commit to anything. He was used to men asking directly for things, or just taking them. Whatever this was didn’t fall within the rules F’drel was used to. At least D’hys leaving would save him the headache of trying to figure it out for the time being.
He made a note of where D’hys put the used cup, planning on washing it later. F’drel rather wanted to clean the entire weyr, actually. Get rid of any traces of other people —honestly, he didn’t even know how many people had been in the weyr— and this one in particular. Really, it didn’t bother F’drel on the cleanliness level. It was more about having control over his own home, and if that meant cleaning any physical traces of all the people who’d Chased from the place, so be it. So he made sure to track exactly what D’hys was coming into contact with in the room.
The comment about the pant ties was deliberately ignored, F’drel doing his best to keep his expression unresponsive. He’d had no control over his actions then, so he wasn’t going to feel bad about it. Or more importantly, embarrassed. F’drel did, however, tense a bit when D’hys walked back over to the bed and froze completely when the other man reached out to touch him. His arm twitched for a moment, though F’drel managed to keep himself from reaching out to touch the area in question (He’d have to find a mirror later, see how bad it was.). F’drel was not, however, capable of keeping down a snort of laughter and the comment that followed it at D’hys’ ‘apology’.
“No you’re not.” He said. F’drel had no doubts he was right; D’hys was hard to read, but this he could figure out with certainty. The man did not regret leaving visible marks on him in the slightest. What that meant, F’drel could only guess for now. When the letter was held up a few moments later, F’drel nodded.
“That’s it, yeah. Thank you for taking it.” He said honestly. “And I’m sure Halomirth will want to visit.” F’drel added, neither a promise nor a lie. Miri would almost certainly want to visit, that just didn’t mean they would. Or at least, F’drel could tell himself that, even if he had trouble saying no to his charming green, especially if she had her mind set on something.
And that was it. D’hys headed out to the dragon ledge, where Halomirth reluctantly uncurled from Zeianth to let the pair leave. F’drel sat where he was, perfectly still, listening with both his own ears and through Halomirth to the winners taking their leave. He let out a breath he hadn’t been consciously holding once he was sure they were gone, and hurled his now empty cup at the far wall.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed with a wince, several muscles protesting at the sudden use. F’drel glared at the cup, now rolling around on the floor from the momentum of the throw, as if blaming it for the soreness. With a soft huff he got up from the bed, searching around for his pants. Looks like I wasn’t the only eager one. F’drel thought spitefully as he found them, before pulling them on anyway. He spent the next few minutes rounding up all the pillows and blankets, bundling them all in his arms before walking out to Halomirth. Without a word F’drel made a small nest along her side, stroking her neck fondly before curling up in the pile of softness.
’I’m staying here for a while. Tell anyone who comes by to fuck off.’ He thought tiredly, as he rested against her warm side and pulled one of the blankets tight around his shoulders. Halomirth churred quietly and spread her wing out to cover him, laying her head down to keep her rider in her sight as he fell back asleep.
He made a note of where D’hys put the used cup, planning on washing it later. F’drel rather wanted to clean the entire weyr, actually. Get rid of any traces of other people —honestly, he didn’t even know how many people had been in the weyr— and this one in particular. Really, it didn’t bother F’drel on the cleanliness level. It was more about having control over his own home, and if that meant cleaning any physical traces of all the people who’d Chased from the place, so be it. So he made sure to track exactly what D’hys was coming into contact with in the room.
The comment about the pant ties was deliberately ignored, F’drel doing his best to keep his expression unresponsive. He’d had no control over his actions then, so he wasn’t going to feel bad about it. Or more importantly, embarrassed. F’drel did, however, tense a bit when D’hys walked back over to the bed and froze completely when the other man reached out to touch him. His arm twitched for a moment, though F’drel managed to keep himself from reaching out to touch the area in question (He’d have to find a mirror later, see how bad it was.). F’drel was not, however, capable of keeping down a snort of laughter and the comment that followed it at D’hys’ ‘apology’.
“No you’re not.” He said. F’drel had no doubts he was right; D’hys was hard to read, but this he could figure out with certainty. The man did not regret leaving visible marks on him in the slightest. What that meant, F’drel could only guess for now. When the letter was held up a few moments later, F’drel nodded.
“That’s it, yeah. Thank you for taking it.” He said honestly. “And I’m sure Halomirth will want to visit.” F’drel added, neither a promise nor a lie. Miri would almost certainly want to visit, that just didn’t mean they would. Or at least, F’drel could tell himself that, even if he had trouble saying no to his charming green, especially if she had her mind set on something.
And that was it. D’hys headed out to the dragon ledge, where Halomirth reluctantly uncurled from Zeianth to let the pair leave. F’drel sat where he was, perfectly still, listening with both his own ears and through Halomirth to the winners taking their leave. He let out a breath he hadn’t been consciously holding once he was sure they were gone, and hurled his now empty cup at the far wall.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed with a wince, several muscles protesting at the sudden use. F’drel glared at the cup, now rolling around on the floor from the momentum of the throw, as if blaming it for the soreness. With a soft huff he got up from the bed, searching around for his pants. Looks like I wasn’t the only eager one. F’drel thought spitefully as he found them, before pulling them on anyway. He spent the next few minutes rounding up all the pillows and blankets, bundling them all in his arms before walking out to Halomirth. Without a word F’drel made a small nest along her side, stroking her neck fondly before curling up in the pile of softness.
’I’m staying here for a while. Tell anyone who comes by to fuck off.’ He thought tiredly, as he rested against her warm side and pulled one of the blankets tight around his shoulders. Halomirth churred quietly and spread her wing out to cover him, laying her head down to keep her rider in her sight as he fell back asleep.
