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07.May.12, 05:22 PM
“I hear you,” J’ver acknowledged he heard the conviction in S’kef’s voice but he held off on commenting about the fragile physical state of the man. It was hard to believe he truly would be fine and once more in his prime like he had been not too long ago. Still, J’ver would do his best to convince himself all would be fine and they weren’t going to be out of their position of power for long and the brownrider would be back to bossing him around as they secretly ruled the unruly, leaving D’ren to believe his precious weyr was under control and full of smiles.
It was always odd when S’kef showed even the barest hint of sincere tenderness and being thanked for visiting and bringing a gift of fruit wasn’t necessarily the oddest moment but it still earned a place on the list. “Of course I would visit you,” it wouldn’t do to ignore what he had invested so much in, “and as you say, I will continue to do right by you. It’s only a natural reaction of your greenrider, no?” J’ver knew when to suck up and it wouldn’t hurt to add in a little extra to part on for good measure.
Before leaving the bedside, J’ver busied himself with the fruit basket, moving it closer to the edge of the table so S’kef could reach it easier. If nothing else, perhaps his brownrider could use the fruit as projectiles against stupid little twits who liked to play at being Healer but were just whiny girls seeking attention. It would be the kindest of punishments in J’ver’s estimation. With a nod of approval at his work, J’ver moved to the door and stopped with his hand on the knob but didn’t open it just yet. “Sweetest of dreams and speediest of recoveries, master.” J’ver glanced over his shoulder, blue eyes normally cold and calculating now soft and burning bright with the desire he felt for the man that kept him safe and got him off perfectly.
You can’t leave yet! Rilaleeyth’s sweet voice was coated with panic as J’ver slipped into the hall with the door closing behind him. His confusion was obvious as was his annoyance at the green yelling such an order to him without reason. I promised Tyrrisath that we would watch over his bonded while he takes a needed break to eat properly. The explanation was quickly added on though she spoke in hushed tones now.
Your loyalty is admirable, pet. Very well, I’ll stay guard at the door for a bit until he returns. It wouldn’t hurt to eavesdrop in on S’kef anyway. The man may have been holding back during the visit and now would be a good time to listen for any coughing or retching caused from too much excitement, as minimal as it was. Given the promise his dragon had made and how they were upholding it, lingering outside while S’kef returned to sleep would show Tyrrisath of their loyalty and honour toward promises made to the brown pair. Indeed, that would further elevate their status and lessen suspicions on him when he started checking out the potential Weyrsecond hopefuls.
Yes, very well done, Rilaleeyth. You’re my clever girl.
It was always odd when S’kef showed even the barest hint of sincere tenderness and being thanked for visiting and bringing a gift of fruit wasn’t necessarily the oddest moment but it still earned a place on the list. “Of course I would visit you,” it wouldn’t do to ignore what he had invested so much in, “and as you say, I will continue to do right by you. It’s only a natural reaction of your greenrider, no?” J’ver knew when to suck up and it wouldn’t hurt to add in a little extra to part on for good measure.
Before leaving the bedside, J’ver busied himself with the fruit basket, moving it closer to the edge of the table so S’kef could reach it easier. If nothing else, perhaps his brownrider could use the fruit as projectiles against stupid little twits who liked to play at being Healer but were just whiny girls seeking attention. It would be the kindest of punishments in J’ver’s estimation. With a nod of approval at his work, J’ver moved to the door and stopped with his hand on the knob but didn’t open it just yet. “Sweetest of dreams and speediest of recoveries, master.” J’ver glanced over his shoulder, blue eyes normally cold and calculating now soft and burning bright with the desire he felt for the man that kept him safe and got him off perfectly.
You can’t leave yet! Rilaleeyth’s sweet voice was coated with panic as J’ver slipped into the hall with the door closing behind him. His confusion was obvious as was his annoyance at the green yelling such an order to him without reason. I promised Tyrrisath that we would watch over his bonded while he takes a needed break to eat properly. The explanation was quickly added on though she spoke in hushed tones now.
Your loyalty is admirable, pet. Very well, I’ll stay guard at the door for a bit until he returns. It wouldn’t hurt to eavesdrop in on S’kef anyway. The man may have been holding back during the visit and now would be a good time to listen for any coughing or retching caused from too much excitement, as minimal as it was. Given the promise his dragon had made and how they were upholding it, lingering outside while S’kef returned to sleep would show Tyrrisath of their loyalty and honour toward promises made to the brown pair. Indeed, that would further elevate their status and lessen suspicions on him when he started checking out the potential Weyrsecond hopefuls.
Yes, very well done, Rilaleeyth. You’re my clever girl.
