03.Jan.19, 03:33 AM
Even with Mylorah’s description of why friends with benefits was the best way to go, F’drel still wasn’t convinced it was as feelings or hurt free as she thought it was. Though how would he know, really — he’d never been friends with anyone he’d had sex with. Mylorah clearly had more experience with that kind of amicable arrangement than he did, and apparently it had worked for her so far. F’drel really hoped she was never proven wrong.
The sudden change in Mylorah’s demeanor took F’drel by surprise, and he frowned slightly at her as she asked her questions. Where did that come from? She was usually so confident, why did she suddenly care what other people thought?
“I’m a greenrider, I don’t think I have much room to judge people for that, do I?” he said dryly, still trying to process what she was asking him. Was there some question within the question that he was missing? “Holders think everyone who isn’t them is horrible. They do the same shit dragonriders do, they just do it more quietly while loudly talking about their distaste for the things they do in secret. That, or they take what the people denouncing everything they’re doing behind doors to heart and think it makes them better while hating themselves and everyone else. Holders may talk like they follow all these rules they set for themselves, but very few of them have any moral high ground to stand on while they judge other people. Fuck them.” Weyrfolk always thought Holders were so repressed — and truly, they were — but seemed to forget that just because a rule existed didn’t mean no one ever broke it. Holders broke their own rules all the fucking time, and there were plenty of exceptions to all their rules. No sleeping around outside of marriage, unless you were a man, in which case, do whatever you felt like, especially if you were rich, as long as you can pretend nothing’s going on. Dragonriders also did some awful things when it came to sex and relationships, but most of them put much less effort into hiding it. F’drel figured they did some of the awful shit less in general, since they were less repressed overall — didn’t have to cheat on your wife if you weren’t required to have a wife.
“Take it from someone who’s lived with both Holders and Weyrfolk, Mylorah, their judgement means nothing and you’re easily a better person than at least half of them,” he said hotly, getting mad about how fucking much he hated the idea that Holders didn’t get up to the same sort of shit as dragonriders, because everyone here thought like that and F’drel had fucking lived otherwise. And despite telling T’ryn he didn’t need another sister, apparently F’drel couldn’t help projecting his sisters on other young women and feeling protective towards them, because he was suddenly really pissed at the idea of people thinking less of Mylorah for things that didn’t make her a bad person. Fuck, it was too early in the morning to be mad about things that shouldn’t even matter to him. He took another sip of klah, finishing off the current mug.
The sudden change in Mylorah’s demeanor took F’drel by surprise, and he frowned slightly at her as she asked her questions. Where did that come from? She was usually so confident, why did she suddenly care what other people thought?
“I’m a greenrider, I don’t think I have much room to judge people for that, do I?” he said dryly, still trying to process what she was asking him. Was there some question within the question that he was missing? “Holders think everyone who isn’t them is horrible. They do the same shit dragonriders do, they just do it more quietly while loudly talking about their distaste for the things they do in secret. That, or they take what the people denouncing everything they’re doing behind doors to heart and think it makes them better while hating themselves and everyone else. Holders may talk like they follow all these rules they set for themselves, but very few of them have any moral high ground to stand on while they judge other people. Fuck them.” Weyrfolk always thought Holders were so repressed — and truly, they were — but seemed to forget that just because a rule existed didn’t mean no one ever broke it. Holders broke their own rules all the fucking time, and there were plenty of exceptions to all their rules. No sleeping around outside of marriage, unless you were a man, in which case, do whatever you felt like, especially if you were rich, as long as you can pretend nothing’s going on. Dragonriders also did some awful things when it came to sex and relationships, but most of them put much less effort into hiding it. F’drel figured they did some of the awful shit less in general, since they were less repressed overall — didn’t have to cheat on your wife if you weren’t required to have a wife.
“Take it from someone who’s lived with both Holders and Weyrfolk, Mylorah, their judgement means nothing and you’re easily a better person than at least half of them,” he said hotly, getting mad about how fucking much he hated the idea that Holders didn’t get up to the same sort of shit as dragonriders, because everyone here thought like that and F’drel had fucking lived otherwise. And despite telling T’ryn he didn’t need another sister, apparently F’drel couldn’t help projecting his sisters on other young women and feeling protective towards them, because he was suddenly really pissed at the idea of people thinking less of Mylorah for things that didn’t make her a bad person. Fuck, it was too early in the morning to be mad about things that shouldn’t even matter to him. He took another sip of klah, finishing off the current mug.