07.Jun.12, 09:38 PM
I'shan may not have had time to protest his swift removal from farlint's sickroom, but the other man was ready for it. "Shel! No! Tal, you can't do this to me! He's my brother, my kindred spirit, my- company! Shel, come back in the win-" the door shut with a finality that Far was getting very used to. Leaving him along in a room with the Masterhealer- Master Healer? He wasn't the Master of his craft, but he was when it came to Katila. And his very nice hands. Not that Farlint had much of a complaint of spending time with the MasterHealer. Or had much use for his hands.
It was strange to think about another man's hands, actually, the more he dwelled on the matter. Talian was a nice man, however, and not hard on the eyes for all that he lacked certain body parts that Farlint did so admire. It was nice to spend time with an attractive person who didn't look at Far and make some crack about his androgyny, or his nice cheekbones, or something else to make steely blue eyes narrow and his nose wrinkle. It was nice (every once in a while) to have someone help him who would let him wash his own junk. Not that Far had any problems with the women doing, but it was cruel to tease a man who couldn't do anything about it.
"I'm feeling good," Far said cautiously, fingers wrapped guiltily around the bottle of Benden. If he lifted it, would Tal take it away? If he dropped it, would it break? It wasn't stoppered. It could spill. Waste the Benden? A greater shame even than being denied libation. "Sponges, though? What about washing my hair! It'll get gooky."
It was strange to think about another man's hands, actually, the more he dwelled on the matter. Talian was a nice man, however, and not hard on the eyes for all that he lacked certain body parts that Farlint did so admire. It was nice to spend time with an attractive person who didn't look at Far and make some crack about his androgyny, or his nice cheekbones, or something else to make steely blue eyes narrow and his nose wrinkle. It was nice (every once in a while) to have someone help him who would let him wash his own junk. Not that Far had any problems with the women doing, but it was cruel to tease a man who couldn't do anything about it.
"I'm feeling good," Far said cautiously, fingers wrapped guiltily around the bottle of Benden. If he lifted it, would Tal take it away? If he dropped it, would it break? It wasn't stoppered. It could spill. Waste the Benden? A greater shame even than being denied libation. "Sponges, though? What about washing my hair! It'll get gooky."