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17.Mar.18, 09:46 PM
R’nya looked up with a sigh when he was interrupted – again – by a knock on the door. If it was not Rhaedalyn, he swore on Faranth’s shadow he was going to snap! He hadn’t been able to do much of anything for the past four hours because every time he tried, some bastard was at his door, demanding his attention for some stupid reason that was making R’nya flustered, angry and irritable. All he wanted to do was finish this one little task, go home and eat dinner with his girls, and relax with Rhaedalyn and her beautiful pregnant belly before going to bed. Was that really too much to ask?!
The bronzerider was scowling when D’hys walked in, and the expression did not lift as the bluerider teased him. “Fantastic,” he snapped, lowering his eyes back to the piece of work he was trying to get done. He had honestly forgotten all about D’hys and his task after the bluerider did not come back in a timely manner. He’d probably have been more irked with D’hys, but R’nya was too obsessed with being pissed off about not being able to complete his current task, which was stupidly minor for how damned long it was taking him to get it done!
R’nya blatantly ignored the comment about Zeianth getting frisky and chasing a green, and talk about cuddles and clingy riders. “Fine,” R’nya said irritably, waving a hand slightly. He was in no mood to dance around the subject; they both knew he’d end up passing some kind of punishment on the person in question, it just usually took some bartering to figure out the finer points. In a sour mood as he was, R’nya was feeling slightly vindictive and did not care what the bluerider dished out; D’hys knew the limitations and if he overstepped them, what would happen.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” R’nya snatched the letter and opened it with a quick flick, unfolding the paper and reading it quickly; it did not take long, it was only a couple of lines. R’nya snorted angrily and scrunched up the letter, throwing it towards the bin to one side. He could feel Xyreith’s amusement, and it did nothing to sooth his bad mood. “Important my arse.” He snapped, scowling. It wasn’t the greenrider’s fault – if he’d been in a better mood, R’nya might have thanked the man for being dumped with the letter that ended up being delivered by D’hys, since it meant he didn’t have to put up with K’tir’s K’tir-ness in his damned office. He was tempted, however, to have D’hys add K’tir to his list of instigators to be punished, but he didn’t want the nosy bluerider asking questions.
Better to just leave it as it was, ignore the bastard brownrider, and go home. His girls would lift his mood, and he could take a hot bath (possibly with Rhaedalyn!) and go to bed. He would deal with everything in his office tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, R’nya expelled it slowly and lifted his scowling gaze to D’hys. “Thanks,” he drawled, running a hand through his hair and then turning to look with fire in his eyes when someone knocked on the door. “What?!” He cringed after he snapped, worried it might be Rhaedalyn and the girls, but was relieved when a weyrbrat peered in, took one look at the pair of them, and bolted.
R’nya sighed irritably.
The bronzerider was scowling when D’hys walked in, and the expression did not lift as the bluerider teased him. “Fantastic,” he snapped, lowering his eyes back to the piece of work he was trying to get done. He had honestly forgotten all about D’hys and his task after the bluerider did not come back in a timely manner. He’d probably have been more irked with D’hys, but R’nya was too obsessed with being pissed off about not being able to complete his current task, which was stupidly minor for how damned long it was taking him to get it done!
R’nya blatantly ignored the comment about Zeianth getting frisky and chasing a green, and talk about cuddles and clingy riders. “Fine,” R’nya said irritably, waving a hand slightly. He was in no mood to dance around the subject; they both knew he’d end up passing some kind of punishment on the person in question, it just usually took some bartering to figure out the finer points. In a sour mood as he was, R’nya was feeling slightly vindictive and did not care what the bluerider dished out; D’hys knew the limitations and if he overstepped them, what would happen.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” R’nya snatched the letter and opened it with a quick flick, unfolding the paper and reading it quickly; it did not take long, it was only a couple of lines. R’nya snorted angrily and scrunched up the letter, throwing it towards the bin to one side. He could feel Xyreith’s amusement, and it did nothing to sooth his bad mood. “Important my arse.” He snapped, scowling. It wasn’t the greenrider’s fault – if he’d been in a better mood, R’nya might have thanked the man for being dumped with the letter that ended up being delivered by D’hys, since it meant he didn’t have to put up with K’tir’s K’tir-ness in his damned office. He was tempted, however, to have D’hys add K’tir to his list of instigators to be punished, but he didn’t want the nosy bluerider asking questions.
Better to just leave it as it was, ignore the bastard brownrider, and go home. His girls would lift his mood, and he could take a hot bath (possibly with Rhaedalyn!) and go to bed. He would deal with everything in his office tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, R’nya expelled it slowly and lifted his scowling gaze to D’hys. “Thanks,” he drawled, running a hand through his hair and then turning to look with fire in his eyes when someone knocked on the door. “What?!” He cringed after he snapped, worried it might be Rhaedalyn and the girls, but was relieved when a weyrbrat peered in, took one look at the pair of them, and bolted.
R’nya sighed irritably.
