Between Jobs [J'ver]

In truth, J’ver held a small sliver of concern for the Northerners as well but he didn’t lose sleep over it. He knew there could come a day where all of the angry brats that had been kidnapped Impressed and returned North to tell everyone what had happened to them and the original dragonriders would be completely shunned instead of heralded as heroes. That day, however, was long in coming and many of those kids were already adapting and settling into their new lives. Some even appreciated the fresh chance at a better life. Still, there were a few troublemakers and while they didn’t seem to have a strong impact on their fellows, J’ver would continue to monitor them as he told S’kef he would and would even go so far as to befriend or bed them if the brownrider thought it would help their cause. He wouldn’t enjoy either but J’ver hated disappointing S’kef a lot more and would make the sacrifices.

That was assuming either of them still had jobs to worry about! “You stepping down benefits no one. We both know D’ren talks big but he can’t carry out his orders to harm someone or even hunt down stupid runaway girls having hissy fits.” J’ver’s disgust over the female Candidates in question was written plainly on his face while the fact that he was quite good at throwing tantrums of his own was completely being ignored. “The weyr needs you in that position, S’kef, and whoever tries to replace you is in for a nasty surprise when you return before he has a chance to throw a party celebrating his promotion. I’ll make sure of that.” J’ver would go out of his way to make the replacement miserable and dig up any dirt to blackmail the man into stepping down or, depending on who it was, possibly using the information to latch onto him. Of course he’d wave it off as simply being an inside man for S’kef should the brownrider he still held the hand of return to full strength and reclaim what was his and even the greenrider knew deep down that he also belonged to S’kef no matter how hard he tried to play at being independent.

“Now, now, darling. You know exactly what it takes to satisfy me but are you really up to that task in your current condition? One of those lowly scrawny blues could no doubt work me over far better than you if she rose right this moment.” J’ver didn’t miss the strain sitting up caused on S’kef and had no doubt that anything that required more physical exertion would only slow his recovery. Then again, J’ver believed he was quite good in bed and perhaps a quickie would help rejuvenate S’kef …and himself. It had felt like an eternity had already passed since being in bed with the brownrider. Curse the man for falling sick!

Still, he teased the horrible man anyway with his free hand drawing fingers gently down S’kef’s chest as he spoke deliberately soft and slow, “So, master, I suggest you work on getting better so you can reclaim your job… and me.”