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24.Sep.13, 08:31 PM
B'jin frowned slightly at R'nd's reluctant acceptance of his word choice for D'hys' company, the greenrider shifting his weigh slightly, uncomfortable. Dense as he could be, B'jin had early been trained how to recognise the subtle levels of well hidden jealousy, and he cringed slightly when R'nd latched onto the change in subject, the soft laugh startling him. He'd been on the tip of apologising again, though turns with N'mall had taught him that that rarely prevented reactions from a jealous lover, but the change in topic changed smoothly and B'jin let his need to apologise slide by, leaving it unsaid.
The greenrider followed R'nd meekly when he took his hand, the smile at R'nd's teasing was luckluster and didn't reach his eyes. B'jin was not upset with R'nd, at all, rather he was extremely upset with himself. He hadn't know Larrikith was going to fly, when he should have! Didn't he just spend lessons not so long ago directing the young greenriders on how to tell when their dragonw as coming into heat? Instructing the young men riding the blues and browns what to look for in the green companions? How could he be so shamefully incapable of determining when Larrikith was due to rise, after over thirty years of being bonded to the girl? Then, to top it all off, he'd made R'nd feel bad and gotten water all over his clothing.
B'jin watched R'nd strip and slip into the bath water, too busy sulking in a wallow of self pity to enjoy the view. Sad brown eyes watched the younger man sigh in contentment and B'jin found himself battling the incredibly overwhelming desire to flee the bathroom. What did someone like R'nd want or need with him, anyway? All he did was get him in trouble, or cause trouble, or make a mess of things for him and the bluerider could do so much better! There were far more interesting and exciting people in the Weyr willing to spend their time with him. B'jin didn't deserve to be in his presence, never mind calling himself a friend or a lover. The greenrider's shoulders drooped and his lip trembeld slightly, but he obeyed the soft nudge from Larrikith to drop the shirt he was still hiding in, and quietly slip into the water.
"I'm sorry." The barely whispered words reeked of unshed tears as B'jin stood pitifully by the other edge of the bath. With his arms wrapped around himself, and his chin dropped to his chest, the wet strands of his hair hung around his face in sad little strings. Why was he so amazingly good at being so terribly awful? B'jin's lip trembled more as he stood, visibly swaying with indecision, before finally making a move. The few required steps were taken in order to reach his friend, and B'jin set pitiful eyes on the man until he got what he wanted - wrapped up in a hug - and he burried his face in the crook of R'nd's neck.
The greenrider followed R'nd meekly when he took his hand, the smile at R'nd's teasing was luckluster and didn't reach his eyes. B'jin was not upset with R'nd, at all, rather he was extremely upset with himself. He hadn't know Larrikith was going to fly, when he should have! Didn't he just spend lessons not so long ago directing the young greenriders on how to tell when their dragonw as coming into heat? Instructing the young men riding the blues and browns what to look for in the green companions? How could he be so shamefully incapable of determining when Larrikith was due to rise, after over thirty years of being bonded to the girl? Then, to top it all off, he'd made R'nd feel bad and gotten water all over his clothing.
B'jin watched R'nd strip and slip into the bath water, too busy sulking in a wallow of self pity to enjoy the view. Sad brown eyes watched the younger man sigh in contentment and B'jin found himself battling the incredibly overwhelming desire to flee the bathroom. What did someone like R'nd want or need with him, anyway? All he did was get him in trouble, or cause trouble, or make a mess of things for him and the bluerider could do so much better! There were far more interesting and exciting people in the Weyr willing to spend their time with him. B'jin didn't deserve to be in his presence, never mind calling himself a friend or a lover. The greenrider's shoulders drooped and his lip trembeld slightly, but he obeyed the soft nudge from Larrikith to drop the shirt he was still hiding in, and quietly slip into the water.
"I'm sorry." The barely whispered words reeked of unshed tears as B'jin stood pitifully by the other edge of the bath. With his arms wrapped around himself, and his chin dropped to his chest, the wet strands of his hair hung around his face in sad little strings. Why was he so amazingly good at being so terribly awful? B'jin's lip trembled more as he stood, visibly swaying with indecision, before finally making a move. The few required steps were taken in order to reach his friend, and B'jin set pitiful eyes on the man until he got what he wanted - wrapped up in a hug - and he burried his face in the crook of R'nd's neck.
