16.Sep.21, 01:11 AM
B’jin lifted an eyebrow at T’ryn’s rhetorical question. Did she need a mate? Probably not, but that just made it all the more obvious in B’jin’s opinion, that she wanted T’ryn. B’jin reached over and gave T’ryn’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, before taking back his piece of parchment and wiping it clean. He quickly scrawled a simple ‘Probably not, but she wants you anyway.’ which to B’jin made the biggest impact. Clearly Cazan needed something from each of her partners, though B’jin couldn’t begin to imagine why she would need three partners. Sounded like a lot of headache to him. And heartache, according to T’ryn.
‘She likes you for who you are now,’ B’jin scrawled after T’ryn had spoken. ‘Remember that.’ – he was not made for this kind of conversation. Especially without a voice to help him. There was too much time to think between thinking something and managing to get it out on paper. Made him doubt himself when if he’d been able to speak verbally he wouldn’t have the time to. B’jin pursed his lips and tilted his head, but a smile formed when T’ryn brought up the wings and their formations. A single, firm nod was given, B’jin looking forward to the task. He felt so alienated even though it was he himself that was cutting everyone else out.
B’jin’s whole demeanour changed when T’ryn pointed out the neck scarves, and B’jin cringed visibly, hand going to his throat and he grimaced to himself, running his fingers over the line of the scar that could be felt through the scarf he was wearing. After pursing his lips, B’jin looked up at T’ryn with a tiered face, and gave him a half smile before mouthing an exaggerated ‘thank you’. It was a sweet thought, but B’jin wasn’t sure he wanted to wear leather chokers. He was still getting used to the feel of the gauzy summer scarves.
‘She likes you for who you are now,’ B’jin scrawled after T’ryn had spoken. ‘Remember that.’ – he was not made for this kind of conversation. Especially without a voice to help him. There was too much time to think between thinking something and managing to get it out on paper. Made him doubt himself when if he’d been able to speak verbally he wouldn’t have the time to. B’jin pursed his lips and tilted his head, but a smile formed when T’ryn brought up the wings and their formations. A single, firm nod was given, B’jin looking forward to the task. He felt so alienated even though it was he himself that was cutting everyone else out.
B’jin’s whole demeanour changed when T’ryn pointed out the neck scarves, and B’jin cringed visibly, hand going to his throat and he grimaced to himself, running his fingers over the line of the scar that could be felt through the scarf he was wearing. After pursing his lips, B’jin looked up at T’ryn with a tiered face, and gave him a half smile before mouthing an exaggerated ‘thank you’. It was a sweet thought, but B’jin wasn’t sure he wanted to wear leather chokers. He was still getting used to the feel of the gauzy summer scarves.