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02.Jan.13, 12:36 AM
"I'm sure you would have noticed if I weren't having fun!" V'zire was terribly easy to read, and undoubtedly would suck at games like poker because of it. What he felt was displayed on his face, every minute change in his disposition and attitude reflected in the light of his eyes or the curve of his lips. The young man was painfully honest about everything, and it was unsurprising that because of this trait he was none the wiser to what game D'hys was playing. He gauged the man on how he acted and behaved, and took D'hys for being a genuine friend. There was no reason to believe that D'hys was anything more than that! The bluerider had displayed no great faults, none of his darker thoughts were privy to the young greenrider.
V'zire was a little surprised to feel D'hys' arms back around him, the embrace lasting for longer than he had intended. However, it wasn't unpleasant, and the gesture was even welcomed. The warmth of the embrace made him happy, so he made no move to peel himself out of it. He'd let D'hys dictate that much, especially since he had been springing hugs on the man here and there. "Sure," V'zire agreed as he reached out to take D'hys' hand. He couldn't fathom why the bluerider wanted to draw him away from the crowds, but he was happy enough to go along with it, even if the hand holding was a little embarrassing and just mildly scandalous.
When they finally made it to a more secluded area, V'zire's brows knit in confusion as D'hys began to talk. "Wait, why would I hate you?" he interjected, and then realized how rude it was of him to interrupt D'hys while the man was clearly trying to say something important.
W-whoa wait!
The confession blindsided him completely, and it was likely the greenrider would panic and turn D'hys down as he had turned everyone else down. Shells, he was sure he had turned someone down while he was hanging out with D'hys. By all accounts, he should stop D'hys now and reject him as kindly as he could manage. He was sort of tangled up in some lopsided love triangle where he constantly drew the short end of the stick. R'ore rarely spent time with him outside of when Niskziath was close to rising - the man right now likely was dancing with his weyrmate and completely oblivious to the fact that his treat on the side was also in the area.
In V'zire's mind, he considered himself taken. He was an honest person, and with R'ore he felt that he could honestly like the man if he was ever given a chance. But... he had been given none in the few turns Niskziath had taken to R'ore's dragon. It was secretly disheartening, and V'zire constantly got his hopes up that the man would come around only to have them crushed when R'ore didn't. He really didn't want to keep playing this sort of game with R'ore, but it was still wrong to seek someone else out when R'ore was the one who warmed his bed whenever Niskziath rose.
The greenrider was clearly torn. Whereas with someone else he'd be quick to reject them, when he tried to form the words on his lips they just couldn't be spoken to D'hys. He was on the verge of panicking because he simply did not know what to do! Why was it so hard to say no to D'hys? Was it because, maybe... he kind of liked the bluerider? D'hys was fun, polite, warm, and shells he cared more for him than R'ore did! V'zire bit his bottom lip, trying desperately to conjure some way to simply say 'no'.
He couldn't.
He wasn't sure he wanted to.
D'hys deserved a chance, didn't he?
After what seemed to be a couple of minutes to him, the greenrider slowly nodded his head. Words seemed to have escaped him, his stomach twisted in a ball of nerves making his throat tight and his cheeks darken more with a blush. Unsure if D'hys understood him, he nodded his head again.
V'zire was a little surprised to feel D'hys' arms back around him, the embrace lasting for longer than he had intended. However, it wasn't unpleasant, and the gesture was even welcomed. The warmth of the embrace made him happy, so he made no move to peel himself out of it. He'd let D'hys dictate that much, especially since he had been springing hugs on the man here and there. "Sure," V'zire agreed as he reached out to take D'hys' hand. He couldn't fathom why the bluerider wanted to draw him away from the crowds, but he was happy enough to go along with it, even if the hand holding was a little embarrassing and just mildly scandalous.
When they finally made it to a more secluded area, V'zire's brows knit in confusion as D'hys began to talk. "Wait, why would I hate you?" he interjected, and then realized how rude it was of him to interrupt D'hys while the man was clearly trying to say something important.
W-whoa wait!
The confession blindsided him completely, and it was likely the greenrider would panic and turn D'hys down as he had turned everyone else down. Shells, he was sure he had turned someone down while he was hanging out with D'hys. By all accounts, he should stop D'hys now and reject him as kindly as he could manage. He was sort of tangled up in some lopsided love triangle where he constantly drew the short end of the stick. R'ore rarely spent time with him outside of when Niskziath was close to rising - the man right now likely was dancing with his weyrmate and completely oblivious to the fact that his treat on the side was also in the area.
In V'zire's mind, he considered himself taken. He was an honest person, and with R'ore he felt that he could honestly like the man if he was ever given a chance. But... he had been given none in the few turns Niskziath had taken to R'ore's dragon. It was secretly disheartening, and V'zire constantly got his hopes up that the man would come around only to have them crushed when R'ore didn't. He really didn't want to keep playing this sort of game with R'ore, but it was still wrong to seek someone else out when R'ore was the one who warmed his bed whenever Niskziath rose.
The greenrider was clearly torn. Whereas with someone else he'd be quick to reject them, when he tried to form the words on his lips they just couldn't be spoken to D'hys. He was on the verge of panicking because he simply did not know what to do! Why was it so hard to say no to D'hys? Was it because, maybe... he kind of liked the bluerider? D'hys was fun, polite, warm, and shells he cared more for him than R'ore did! V'zire bit his bottom lip, trying desperately to conjure some way to simply say 'no'.
He couldn't.
He wasn't sure he wanted to.
D'hys deserved a chance, didn't he?
After what seemed to be a couple of minutes to him, the greenrider slowly nodded his head. Words seemed to have escaped him, his stomach twisted in a ball of nerves making his throat tight and his cheeks darken more with a blush. Unsure if D'hys understood him, he nodded his head again.
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