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13.Apr.12, 07:52 PM
Oh, I'shan...
Ilveriath's smooth, gentle voice went unheard, consumed by the bluerider's acidic dreams. I'shan lay in a fitful sleep, tossing and turning in his bedsheets while the alcohol he'd drowned himself in pulled him ever deeper into his nightmares. He was always hard to wake when he drank, and while Ilveriath knew how to go about it, he wasn't sure that he should. He only wished he could penetrate his bonded's mind enough to quell the terrible dreams, but how to do so without potentially making them worse? How to bypass the little bluerider's vicious defenses without waking him to an unpleasant hangover?
The dragon sighed. It had been this way for sevendays now, ever since the fight at the hatching feast. Much to Ilveirath's disgust, time hadn't alleviated the problem. I'shan tended to recover quickly from his lover's quarrels, but this had been a cruel exception. Any efforts the bluerider made to reconcile were reciprocated with avoidance and bitterness, a form of rejection I'shan had no answer for. And unlike past breakups, I'shan had been unwilling to dull his pain by seeking companionship elsewhere.
No. He just pined and pined away, sulking and crying and drinking and complaining. It was self-destructive, foolish, illogical...and remarkably sad. It was telling to Ilveriath, who had known his bonded since the tender age of fourteen turns. I'shan must have really loved N'gelt. Otherwise, he wouldn't be drinking himself to death over him.
The dragon had been skeptical at first. Attraction was common enough, but I'shan disliked routine. He was ever promiscuous, enjoying flights and actively seeking new partners. N'gelt brought that to an uncharacteristic end, but it made I'shan happy. The pair bonded extraordinarily fast, but just as quickly it had all come tumbling down. Had I'shan thrown himself into a risky relationship too quickly? Did he lack the self-control to stay with one mate for too long?
Human relationships troubled and confused Ilveriath. He preferred his usual lazy, whimsical ways to this unending angst. I'shan's depression had pulled the blue into an unprecedented dark place; Ilveriath had even remained reservedly optimistic during the plague! But during the turns of exile, Ilveriath could at least talk to his rider and take him on flights, or splash with him in the lake, or gaze at the stars with him...anything to keep his mind off of their loneliness. This was different.
During exile, Ilveriath could play on I'shan's youthful love of adventure to keep his chin up. Here, Ilveriath had no idea what to do. All of the usual fixes weren't working, and I'shan just got worse and worse. Displeased, Iilveriarth let out a deep rumble as he continued to probe the young man's dreams, searching for something, anything...
But all he found was N'gelt.
Humans and their love! The only thing more ridiculous than I'shan's continuing spiral into drunken oblivion over the brownrider was the reason N'gelt had abandoned him. Standing too close to B'jin, was it? Or something like that?
Ilveriath snorted. He could feel midnight rainwater sprinkling all over his hide, adding to his gloom. He hated rain. It ruined his beautiful sky.
As he peered again into I'shan's mind, he made up his own. If I'shan needed N'gelt to be happy, he would have him.
Ilveriath took off silently, gliding through the winter rainstorm and heading for N'gelt's hut. He would have to do this now; if he did it while I'shan was awake, it would only upset him more.
The blue settled outside the hut and immediatly peered into N'gelt's hut, eyes flushing a shocking shade of yellow. N'gelt? N'gelt, wake up. You and I must talk.
Ilveriath's smooth, gentle voice went unheard, consumed by the bluerider's acidic dreams. I'shan lay in a fitful sleep, tossing and turning in his bedsheets while the alcohol he'd drowned himself in pulled him ever deeper into his nightmares. He was always hard to wake when he drank, and while Ilveriath knew how to go about it, he wasn't sure that he should. He only wished he could penetrate his bonded's mind enough to quell the terrible dreams, but how to do so without potentially making them worse? How to bypass the little bluerider's vicious defenses without waking him to an unpleasant hangover?
The dragon sighed. It had been this way for sevendays now, ever since the fight at the hatching feast. Much to Ilveirath's disgust, time hadn't alleviated the problem. I'shan tended to recover quickly from his lover's quarrels, but this had been a cruel exception. Any efforts the bluerider made to reconcile were reciprocated with avoidance and bitterness, a form of rejection I'shan had no answer for. And unlike past breakups, I'shan had been unwilling to dull his pain by seeking companionship elsewhere.
No. He just pined and pined away, sulking and crying and drinking and complaining. It was self-destructive, foolish, illogical...and remarkably sad. It was telling to Ilveriath, who had known his bonded since the tender age of fourteen turns. I'shan must have really loved N'gelt. Otherwise, he wouldn't be drinking himself to death over him.
The dragon had been skeptical at first. Attraction was common enough, but I'shan disliked routine. He was ever promiscuous, enjoying flights and actively seeking new partners. N'gelt brought that to an uncharacteristic end, but it made I'shan happy. The pair bonded extraordinarily fast, but just as quickly it had all come tumbling down. Had I'shan thrown himself into a risky relationship too quickly? Did he lack the self-control to stay with one mate for too long?
Human relationships troubled and confused Ilveriath. He preferred his usual lazy, whimsical ways to this unending angst. I'shan's depression had pulled the blue into an unprecedented dark place; Ilveriath had even remained reservedly optimistic during the plague! But during the turns of exile, Ilveriath could at least talk to his rider and take him on flights, or splash with him in the lake, or gaze at the stars with him...anything to keep his mind off of their loneliness. This was different.
During exile, Ilveriath could play on I'shan's youthful love of adventure to keep his chin up. Here, Ilveriath had no idea what to do. All of the usual fixes weren't working, and I'shan just got worse and worse. Displeased, Iilveriarth let out a deep rumble as he continued to probe the young man's dreams, searching for something, anything...
But all he found was N'gelt.
Humans and their love! The only thing more ridiculous than I'shan's continuing spiral into drunken oblivion over the brownrider was the reason N'gelt had abandoned him. Standing too close to B'jin, was it? Or something like that?
Ilveriath snorted. He could feel midnight rainwater sprinkling all over his hide, adding to his gloom. He hated rain. It ruined his beautiful sky.
As he peered again into I'shan's mind, he made up his own. If I'shan needed N'gelt to be happy, he would have him.
Ilveriath took off silently, gliding through the winter rainstorm and heading for N'gelt's hut. He would have to do this now; if he did it while I'shan was awake, it would only upset him more.
The blue settled outside the hut and immediatly peered into N'gelt's hut, eyes flushing a shocking shade of yellow. N'gelt? N'gelt, wake up. You and I must talk.
