Romance...What's That Again? [J'ver]

J’ver nearly tripped over his own feet when he heard such a term of endearment come from his brownrider. It was so odd and he wasn’t sure he liked it. In fact, it made him a bit nervous, thinking he was about to be in trouble for something. He carefully eyed S’kef before slowly sitting down and finally accepting the glass of wine. A slow sip was taken though icy blue eyes never left S’kef’s face as J’ver tried to figure out what was coming. He almost laughed when the hatred of T’shiro came up and J’ver finally fully relaxed since he wasn’t in danger of being tongue lashed.

While S’kef did his best to refrain from giving voice to all of his complaints, J’ver wasn’t nearly as kind that evening and spoke honestly though in low tones as he wasn’t in the mood to have to deal with any T’shiro sympathizers. “Possibly more so. He’s a little boy playing in a man’s world. I can’t even begin to fathom what D’ren was thinking when he made that assignment.” A bronze dragon was wasted on that man, that was for certain. In fact, J’ver would have pegged him as a bluerider if they had met before T’shiro had Impressed. There was just the right type of air around the man that gave off a lazy and irresponsible attitude that simply didn’t mesh with the shiny hide of the dragon he hid behind.

Another sip of wine was taken to stop himself from rambling on about every single fault their wingsecond had since, while J’ver enjoyed pointing out the flaws people had, he actually wasn’t in the mood to continue devoting so much time to such a man. S’kef’s sudden jump to the vandalism of his hut brought J’ver around to the interesting turn the population had taken in regards to him. He knew he wasn’t well-liked and it never bothered him since forming attachments with anyone always seemed like a waste of time. Everyone used everyone; that was a fact of life. To have given so much of himself to S’kef had been a shock but in the end J’ver had convinced himself they were still using each other but with a few more emotions attached to their actions than he was used to. That was fine; S’kef had always been the exception to the rules, hadn’t he?

But to have more greenriders ask him why he stayed with such a cruel brownrider while others just sneered in disgust and openly avoided him was a bit uncalled for. It was rather rude of them to judge him even though J’ver judged and mocked each and every one of them daily. “I’m sorry, what?” J’ver was snapped out of his musings and plotting slight revenge on some of the more annoying of riders around him when S’kef mentioned, well, what had he mentioned? The brownrider wanted to share his hut? Share it, how?

Oh.

J’ver quietly set the glass down on the table and folded his hands in his lap as he silently observed S’kef for a moment. Was the man looking for a built in maid? That’s what it sounded like with the way he mentioned his dislike of his hut being vandalised, something that would have to be cleaned up every time. No, that didn’t seem quite right. While he could see S’kef leaving the cleaning to his adorable greenrider, J’ver didn’t see that as a motivating factor behind such a decision as to… as to…

Live together.

He loved S’kef in his bed but could he handle S’kef constantly in his space, sharing everything he owned, and invading the quiet moments of privacy he often enjoyed while sewing or after a long bath with a cup of tea in hand? But, mates lived together, didn’t they? This was the natural progression of something he had demanded they go with. S’kef confessed his feelings, J’ver made it clear he didn’t want to share with green whores, and now… now they shared a hut.

Besides, it didn’t sound like he had much room for negotiations with the way S’kef so bluntly, albeit awkwardly, put it.

“When would you like to put this thought of yours into action?”