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21.May.12, 02:21 PM
S'kef's eyes darted to the door as soon as he saw movement. He'd hoped to see J'ver, but he certainly wasn't disappointed when he saw B'jin instead. The brownrider bristled unpleasantly in his chair and his expression tightened to a very pointed look of want.
Of course, B'jin had come equipped with a shield. The little girl S'kef thought with disgust. He wasn't sure what he hated more, seeing B'jin's vulnerability reduced by the presence of a child (which S'kef had no intent to scar by tormenting her father in front of her), or being reminded of his own little girls that he hadn't seen in fifteen turns. Or was it sixteen by now? S'kef could feel the bile churning in his stomach.
I have an idea Tyrrisath chimed in. S'kef could feel amusement and satisfaction peeling from the brown as he spoke, his sharp mind concocting all sorts of ideas for handling the problem. S'kef smiled; he pretended the smile was a smile of greeting, but in reality it was am expression of dark pleasure.
You always have the best ideas
I know
"Good day, B'jin," S'kef said cordially. His attention was quickly drawn by a second greenrider, this time the one he'd expected before. "J'ver," S'kef said with a professionally polished nod. He didn't reveal his relief at friendly company, but he was genuinely warmed to see his pet arrive.
Well, for a moment anyhow.
As expected, J'ver opened his fat mouth. S'kef was in no mood. He immediately narrowed his eyes. "Shut your sharding mouth. I don't want to hear it," he scolded with an extraordinarily cold edge. He crossed his arms and his spine went rigid in his seat as he glared up at J'ver, waiting expectantly for the greenrider to seat himself. What was that idiot waiting for!?
Tyrrisath could sense his bonded's agitation. Rilaleeyth? he asked the green lightly, brushing against her mind with his usual suave delicacy. Would you be a dear and offer yourself for B'jin's child to paint? I think our bondeds would be much happier without the little girl's presence. That would be a good start, if nothing else. The brown almost laughed. Perhaps I will do so as well he commented, thinking how delightful it would be to see B'jin react to his precious child playing with the 'great brown monster'. He wouldn't sleep for a week!
S'kef went unaware of the plan; he was too busy trying to decide which greenrider he was more pissed at. He kept his visual poise, but his expression was toxic. "J'ver, sit your whore ass down," he snapped, pointing irritably at the spot beside him and not caring at all if the children overheard his swearing. Afterwards, he slowly turned back towards B'jin. "You look perky today," he accused smoothly.
Of course, B'jin had come equipped with a shield. The little girl S'kef thought with disgust. He wasn't sure what he hated more, seeing B'jin's vulnerability reduced by the presence of a child (which S'kef had no intent to scar by tormenting her father in front of her), or being reminded of his own little girls that he hadn't seen in fifteen turns. Or was it sixteen by now? S'kef could feel the bile churning in his stomach.
I have an idea Tyrrisath chimed in. S'kef could feel amusement and satisfaction peeling from the brown as he spoke, his sharp mind concocting all sorts of ideas for handling the problem. S'kef smiled; he pretended the smile was a smile of greeting, but in reality it was am expression of dark pleasure.
You always have the best ideas
I know
"Good day, B'jin," S'kef said cordially. His attention was quickly drawn by a second greenrider, this time the one he'd expected before. "J'ver," S'kef said with a professionally polished nod. He didn't reveal his relief at friendly company, but he was genuinely warmed to see his pet arrive.
Well, for a moment anyhow.
As expected, J'ver opened his fat mouth. S'kef was in no mood. He immediately narrowed his eyes. "Shut your sharding mouth. I don't want to hear it," he scolded with an extraordinarily cold edge. He crossed his arms and his spine went rigid in his seat as he glared up at J'ver, waiting expectantly for the greenrider to seat himself. What was that idiot waiting for!?
Tyrrisath could sense his bonded's agitation. Rilaleeyth? he asked the green lightly, brushing against her mind with his usual suave delicacy. Would you be a dear and offer yourself for B'jin's child to paint? I think our bondeds would be much happier without the little girl's presence. That would be a good start, if nothing else. The brown almost laughed. Perhaps I will do so as well he commented, thinking how delightful it would be to see B'jin react to his precious child playing with the 'great brown monster'. He wouldn't sleep for a week!
S'kef went unaware of the plan; he was too busy trying to decide which greenrider he was more pissed at. He kept his visual poise, but his expression was toxic. "J'ver, sit your whore ass down," he snapped, pointing irritably at the spot beside him and not caring at all if the children overheard his swearing. Afterwards, he slowly turned back towards B'jin. "You look perky today," he accused smoothly.
