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26.Aug.12, 10:49 AM
R’nd frowned when B’jin got snippy with him but still nodded obediently at the order to stay awake and help get his pathetic ass inside. He shuffled and stumbled his way along, his hand giving a good death grip to the shirt where it had landed when he draped his arm over B’jin’s shoulder. He did not want to let go of the man! He didn’t want to upset B’jin either and apologised multiple times between the greenrider’s encouragements. Sorry for fighting. Sorry for bleeding. Sorry for ruining their clothes. Sorry for ruining the night. R’nd was willing to take the blame for everything. If B’jin was upset it was still night, R’nd was sorry he couldn’t make it day.
When they at last entered the room and B’jin announced victory, R’nd gave a deep sigh of relief – or tried to, as it came out a groan and whimper when the action caused pain. “Thank Faranth. Who thought moving the healers to the lake was a good idea?” Because those five minutes seemed like five hours to R’nd.
He couldn’t recall how he ended up on the hard table and briefly wondered if he had blacked out even though B’jin told him to stay awake. Panic flashed in grey eyes before R’nd tried talking himself down, Ayyonth doing his best to reassure him as well. If nothing else, his lover wouldn’t be toying with his hair if he was mad. R’nd relaxed again and took comfort from the gentle touch of fingers.
“You make it sound so much worse than it is when you put it that way, love,” R’nd tried to play down the fight and his current state yet again. He wasn’t trying to be modest or look for praise that he had been amazing – since he clearly hadn’t been – it was simply R’nd stripped bare bone with his ego and confidence literally beat into submission to leave a man scared he had angered friends. He couldn’t let them be mad! He couldn’t be hated and lose them!
Yet he also didn’t want to lie to a Healer and ended up answering all of Talian’s questions honestly. “Everything everywhere hurts. Well, the waist up. No, ass as well, from the fall I assume.” He whimpered softly at each touch Talian gave and did his best not to smack the man’s hands away. His face had already had enough from S’kef’s hands; Talian’s, while much kinder, were starting to get irritating as well. “I’ve been drinking all night. Of course you’re looking a little blurry around the edges.” Not only were things looking blurry, but R’nd finally realised he sounded slurry as well. His first thought was to blame the alcohol but after Talian poked at his jaw, it was decided his face was close to falling off and hindering his speech.
But he should probably give specifics for all his aches and pains if he wanted any help and they’d have to figure out any words too heavily slurred for whatever reason, “jaw, left cheek, both arms,” his flailing and trying to save his beautiful face had resulted in odd collisions of hard fists and his arms, “abdomen, chest… deep breaths aren’t too enjoyable either.” Even saying that, R’nd still tried a deep breath to show Talian and gasped with a curse as his hand quickly covered the area that gave the sharp pain.
B’jin, the man that was the master of wide innocent eyes, was now recipient of R’nd’s pout with grey eyes pleading for help. “Can I have fellis now, please? Lots and lots and lots of fellis?” with all the pain, alcohol, and need for sleep, R’nd didn’t even notice he was echoing B’jin’s plea of months before.
I love you as well, sweetest of ladies, and I believe you, Ayyonth replied without hesitation. Unlike their riders, he had no issue with speaking his feelings or what was on his mind. He gave Larrikith a quick lick to her cheek and curled up where he had been sitting with Larrikith, eyes intently watching the entrance of the building to make sure everyone who came and went met his approval. He most certainly wasn’t going to let Tyrrisath’s rider near R’nd and B’jin!
He was much calmer now but was still intently focused on R’nd, making sure his dear human stayed awake and focused on everything being asked of him. He hated how much pain R’nd was in but he was so proud of him!
When they at last entered the room and B’jin announced victory, R’nd gave a deep sigh of relief – or tried to, as it came out a groan and whimper when the action caused pain. “Thank Faranth. Who thought moving the healers to the lake was a good idea?” Because those five minutes seemed like five hours to R’nd.
He couldn’t recall how he ended up on the hard table and briefly wondered if he had blacked out even though B’jin told him to stay awake. Panic flashed in grey eyes before R’nd tried talking himself down, Ayyonth doing his best to reassure him as well. If nothing else, his lover wouldn’t be toying with his hair if he was mad. R’nd relaxed again and took comfort from the gentle touch of fingers.
“You make it sound so much worse than it is when you put it that way, love,” R’nd tried to play down the fight and his current state yet again. He wasn’t trying to be modest or look for praise that he had been amazing – since he clearly hadn’t been – it was simply R’nd stripped bare bone with his ego and confidence literally beat into submission to leave a man scared he had angered friends. He couldn’t let them be mad! He couldn’t be hated and lose them!
Yet he also didn’t want to lie to a Healer and ended up answering all of Talian’s questions honestly. “Everything everywhere hurts. Well, the waist up. No, ass as well, from the fall I assume.” He whimpered softly at each touch Talian gave and did his best not to smack the man’s hands away. His face had already had enough from S’kef’s hands; Talian’s, while much kinder, were starting to get irritating as well. “I’ve been drinking all night. Of course you’re looking a little blurry around the edges.” Not only were things looking blurry, but R’nd finally realised he sounded slurry as well. His first thought was to blame the alcohol but after Talian poked at his jaw, it was decided his face was close to falling off and hindering his speech.
But he should probably give specifics for all his aches and pains if he wanted any help and they’d have to figure out any words too heavily slurred for whatever reason, “jaw, left cheek, both arms,” his flailing and trying to save his beautiful face had resulted in odd collisions of hard fists and his arms, “abdomen, chest… deep breaths aren’t too enjoyable either.” Even saying that, R’nd still tried a deep breath to show Talian and gasped with a curse as his hand quickly covered the area that gave the sharp pain.
B’jin, the man that was the master of wide innocent eyes, was now recipient of R’nd’s pout with grey eyes pleading for help. “Can I have fellis now, please? Lots and lots and lots of fellis?” with all the pain, alcohol, and need for sleep, R’nd didn’t even notice he was echoing B’jin’s plea of months before.
I love you as well, sweetest of ladies, and I believe you, Ayyonth replied without hesitation. Unlike their riders, he had no issue with speaking his feelings or what was on his mind. He gave Larrikith a quick lick to her cheek and curled up where he had been sitting with Larrikith, eyes intently watching the entrance of the building to make sure everyone who came and went met his approval. He most certainly wasn’t going to let Tyrrisath’s rider near R’nd and B’jin!
He was much calmer now but was still intently focused on R’nd, making sure his dear human stayed awake and focused on everything being asked of him. He hated how much pain R’nd was in but he was so proud of him!
