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21.Apr.12, 09:25 AM
R'nd rolled over and, wait, no he didn't. Something was wrong with that and the bluerider had a brief moment of panic as to why he couldn't roll over when he wanted to until he realized he could still wiggle his toes and knew nothing was wrong with him. What was wrong was the warm body snuggled up to him and keeping him from changing position to avoid the morning sun that had managed to find its way into his bedroom. Grey eyes cautiously opened against the light until he could make out the window that never had the curtain drawn the night before even though it was part of a set routine. A quick glance to the man beside him showed it was B'jin and that made sense. Not a lot happened outside of pleasuring each other when they were caught up in the moment. But shards! Who ordered the sun to be extra bright that day? Oh, that's right, the two -- or was that three? -- bottles of wine he had consumed yesterday giving him a headache now had.
With a low groan, R'nd did his best to roll over, this time into B'jin's hold to bury his face into pillow or hair, and fell back asleep.
Unsure of, nor did he care, how much time had passed since last waking whether it had been twenty minutes or three hours, R'nd found himself awake again and still not in all that great of shape. B'jin having rolled away to leave the bluerider eating mattress. Not in the mood to try sleeping again and risk B'jin sleeping directly atop him or smothering him in the pillow, R'nd crawled his way out of bed, far more literally than he normally would have. Thanks to that creative way out of the sheets, he landed in a mess of limbs on the floor and was very tempted to stay there. At least it was darker!
Some more crawling was done, now with Ayyonth's soft chuckling as he stirred awake from where R'nd imagined Larrikith was curled up with him, until he came across a pair of pants. It took some wriggling but the pants finally started to slide up long legs until the waistline was about midway up the thighs and realization hit. These were B’jin’s pants. Life was not going so well that morning. Sighing, the pants were wriggled out of and R’nd shuffled to his closet where he found a pair of pants he knew without a doubt belonged to him. Figuring that was close enough to being clothed, R’nd glanced back at B’jin before making his way to the kitchen. Klah. He needed klah and a lot of it. Maybe fellis so he could sleep through the hangover, but he’d try the klah first.
As he went about preparing the drink, making an extra large pot in case B’jin woke in the same condition, R’nd tried to recall all the details of the previous day. There had been dancing and flirting, both normal activities, but there was something else that had led to him going home earlier than planned. He hadn’t minded B’jin and I’shan dancing rather close, too distracted as he was with Erisi, but even if he hadn’t been with the green weyrling, R’nd didn’t mind seeing his friends dance. But apparently N’gelt had. R’nd had moved as quickly as he could to get over to his friends before N’gelt attacked either of them but the brownrider left without causing a scene which sent I’shan fleeing. He could only imagine what shape his fellow bluerider was in today.
That left him with B’jin, only it hadn’t. R’nd winced as all the memory recalling started to aggravate the headache and he sat down at the kitchen table, arms moving to pillow his head that came to rest on them. The greenrider had smiled as if all was well, something R’nd would have done in the same situation so not to worry anyone, and turned in the opposite direction to dance with someone else. That had startled him and R’nd still didn’t know why he didn’t chase after B’jin and steal him away for a dance together but instead fled the scene as quickly as I’shan had. Then again, perhaps his choice had been for the best since it wasn’t all that long before B’jin had appeared in the hut and easily guided them to the bedroom.
Yes, that way of thinking was the better way, R’nd decided as he glanced up at the pot that still wasn’t steaming with hot enough water. If he thought of it in any other way, too many strange questions popped up. Why did it hurt to have B’jin turn away instead of come to him immediately? Why had he left instead of finding someone else to spend time with while at the feast? The mental sigh Ayyonth gave when the questions were shoved away and ignored confused R’nd but he chalked it up to a tired dragon being bothered by loud thoughts. The thoughts were pretty loud to him as well.
With a low groan, R'nd did his best to roll over, this time into B'jin's hold to bury his face into pillow or hair, and fell back asleep.
Unsure of, nor did he care, how much time had passed since last waking whether it had been twenty minutes or three hours, R'nd found himself awake again and still not in all that great of shape. B'jin having rolled away to leave the bluerider eating mattress. Not in the mood to try sleeping again and risk B'jin sleeping directly atop him or smothering him in the pillow, R'nd crawled his way out of bed, far more literally than he normally would have. Thanks to that creative way out of the sheets, he landed in a mess of limbs on the floor and was very tempted to stay there. At least it was darker!
Some more crawling was done, now with Ayyonth's soft chuckling as he stirred awake from where R'nd imagined Larrikith was curled up with him, until he came across a pair of pants. It took some wriggling but the pants finally started to slide up long legs until the waistline was about midway up the thighs and realization hit. These were B’jin’s pants. Life was not going so well that morning. Sighing, the pants were wriggled out of and R’nd shuffled to his closet where he found a pair of pants he knew without a doubt belonged to him. Figuring that was close enough to being clothed, R’nd glanced back at B’jin before making his way to the kitchen. Klah. He needed klah and a lot of it. Maybe fellis so he could sleep through the hangover, but he’d try the klah first.
As he went about preparing the drink, making an extra large pot in case B’jin woke in the same condition, R’nd tried to recall all the details of the previous day. There had been dancing and flirting, both normal activities, but there was something else that had led to him going home earlier than planned. He hadn’t minded B’jin and I’shan dancing rather close, too distracted as he was with Erisi, but even if he hadn’t been with the green weyrling, R’nd didn’t mind seeing his friends dance. But apparently N’gelt had. R’nd had moved as quickly as he could to get over to his friends before N’gelt attacked either of them but the brownrider left without causing a scene which sent I’shan fleeing. He could only imagine what shape his fellow bluerider was in today.
That left him with B’jin, only it hadn’t. R’nd winced as all the memory recalling started to aggravate the headache and he sat down at the kitchen table, arms moving to pillow his head that came to rest on them. The greenrider had smiled as if all was well, something R’nd would have done in the same situation so not to worry anyone, and turned in the opposite direction to dance with someone else. That had startled him and R’nd still didn’t know why he didn’t chase after B’jin and steal him away for a dance together but instead fled the scene as quickly as I’shan had. Then again, perhaps his choice had been for the best since it wasn’t all that long before B’jin had appeared in the hut and easily guided them to the bedroom.
Yes, that way of thinking was the better way, R’nd decided as he glanced up at the pot that still wasn’t steaming with hot enough water. If he thought of it in any other way, too many strange questions popped up. Why did it hurt to have B’jin turn away instead of come to him immediately? Why had he left instead of finding someone else to spend time with while at the feast? The mental sigh Ayyonth gave when the questions were shoved away and ignored confused R’nd but he chalked it up to a tired dragon being bothered by loud thoughts. The thoughts were pretty loud to him as well.
