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29.Dec.12, 03:11 AM
'I am going to get knifed my sleep.'
That's impossible when you don't spend a night in your own bed.
'You're not helping!' Erisi felt an arm come around his shoulders, sending alarm triggers up to his mind. He was never fond of physical contact outside of the bedroom. The Weyrling was not a personable figure - he wasn't exactly hated, but he wasn't the most well liked individual in the Weyr. Most people were convinced that all Erisi was good for was warming their bed - and sometimes that was very much the truth. He wanted to balk at the touch, give S'kef a scathing remark, but held himself back. The young man was tense in S'kef's grip, but unresisting otherwise as they began to walk down the hall. So long as he wasn't guided to some dark corner he would be fine.
I won't let him knife you.
'YEAH, you're doing a FANTASTIC job right now, Charath.'
Do you want me to see if Valerian will come rescue you, since apparently I am inept at it.
'...No.' Charath could almost hear the distress in his voice, and definitely could hear the pout in it.
The pseudo Weyrleader was chatting him up, and Erisi couldn't keep the disapproving scowl off of his face. He was trying to be a little more careful around S'kef now, but there was little he could do to ease the urge to punch the brownrider in the face. He felt as if he were being baited into saying something he'd regret, that or he was being outright chastised for having a differing opinion than most of Katila. "Fun-"
Don't. Charath reminded him sternly, and for once Erisi kept his tongue firmly where it belonged - in his mouth and not speaking venomous words.
He grimaced as S'kef clapped his shoulder, resisting the urge to rub the slight hurt away. The brownrider was clearly the biggest dick in the entire Weyr, and for some reason that had earned him the position of temporary Weyrleader. It was a position he obviously did not deserve, if he spent his time chastising Weyrlings. Erisi was sure the position of Weyrlingmaster would be easier for him to secure, and more his rightful place. Shells, he'd get to play the little lord over a class! It should be thrilling. "I think most have been awfully patient, considering how long we've been trapped down here."
Oh ho bitch, want to say that again to his face? He could practically taste the insult on S'kef's words. He was a Harper before he had ever Impressed, and a sharding smart one at that! He knew when he was being insulted, and S'kef was definitely fitting into the holier-than-thou role. "It's a Weyr, you can't expect anyone to keep their business secret forever," he answered with a sly smile. Erisi was not the type to just sit back and let someone talk over him.
I Impressed to an idiot.
That's impossible when you don't spend a night in your own bed.
'You're not helping!' Erisi felt an arm come around his shoulders, sending alarm triggers up to his mind. He was never fond of physical contact outside of the bedroom. The Weyrling was not a personable figure - he wasn't exactly hated, but he wasn't the most well liked individual in the Weyr. Most people were convinced that all Erisi was good for was warming their bed - and sometimes that was very much the truth. He wanted to balk at the touch, give S'kef a scathing remark, but held himself back. The young man was tense in S'kef's grip, but unresisting otherwise as they began to walk down the hall. So long as he wasn't guided to some dark corner he would be fine.
I won't let him knife you.
'YEAH, you're doing a FANTASTIC job right now, Charath.'
Do you want me to see if Valerian will come rescue you, since apparently I am inept at it.
'...No.' Charath could almost hear the distress in his voice, and definitely could hear the pout in it.
The pseudo Weyrleader was chatting him up, and Erisi couldn't keep the disapproving scowl off of his face. He was trying to be a little more careful around S'kef now, but there was little he could do to ease the urge to punch the brownrider in the face. He felt as if he were being baited into saying something he'd regret, that or he was being outright chastised for having a differing opinion than most of Katila. "Fun-"
Don't. Charath reminded him sternly, and for once Erisi kept his tongue firmly where it belonged - in his mouth and not speaking venomous words.
He grimaced as S'kef clapped his shoulder, resisting the urge to rub the slight hurt away. The brownrider was clearly the biggest dick in the entire Weyr, and for some reason that had earned him the position of temporary Weyrleader. It was a position he obviously did not deserve, if he spent his time chastising Weyrlings. Erisi was sure the position of Weyrlingmaster would be easier for him to secure, and more his rightful place. Shells, he'd get to play the little lord over a class! It should be thrilling. "I think most have been awfully patient, considering how long we've been trapped down here."
Oh ho bitch, want to say that again to his face? He could practically taste the insult on S'kef's words. He was a Harper before he had ever Impressed, and a sharding smart one at that! He knew when he was being insulted, and S'kef was definitely fitting into the holier-than-thou role. "It's a Weyr, you can't expect anyone to keep their business secret forever," he answered with a sly smile. Erisi was not the type to just sit back and let someone talk over him.
I Impressed to an idiot.
