23.Jul.19, 03:48 AM
R’vi grinned at L’gan after the greenrider had recovered from his shock and seemed to recognise him—and recall their night together. R’vi couldn’t always remember a name but he did always remember a good time and was pleased that it seemed to be mutual. He only nodded when the Flight was brought up, not feeling the need to elaborate since they had lost, though he did like the way L’gan seemed a bit sad at that. From what he had heard, however, Z’rin winning hadn’t been a complete loss as the pair hadn’t emerged from the room for quite some time after everything had quieted down again.
“Maturity? Who’s spreading such vicious lies about me?” R’vi grabbed at his chest, exaggerating his shock and hurt at such words. He really wasn’t mature despite his age approaching thirty and lived the most carefree life he could manage. There was nothing mature about how he behaved, as Tala would likely point out given how he was around their daughter.
“I’m still all about the corrupting, my dear Healer, though it’s not limited to your profession. Healers, candidates, blueriders, goldriders, greenriders… no one is safe from me,” R’vi chugged back the rest of his drink and set the empty mug on a table a few steps away from them before returning to L’gan with an easy smile that hid his intentions.
He stepped right up to L’gan and stopped when the toes of his boots met another pair. He was tempted to pull the greenrider to him with a yank at the waistline of fairly nice pants but R’vi was showing a glimpse of some maturity after all and refraining as he followed the rules that seemed to be becoming more of a game to the Weyrfolk as the day wore on.
“And we don’t need to have a Flight to have real fun, L’gan. Come by my weyr tonight if you need a reminder,” giving in, R’vi brushed the back of his head down L’gan’s cheek in a light caress as the start of the reminding. Nothing about their night together had been gentle and sweet but it still reintroduced his touch and R’vi was confident it would be enough to leave the greenrider craving more.
“Maturity? Who’s spreading such vicious lies about me?” R’vi grabbed at his chest, exaggerating his shock and hurt at such words. He really wasn’t mature despite his age approaching thirty and lived the most carefree life he could manage. There was nothing mature about how he behaved, as Tala would likely point out given how he was around their daughter.
“I’m still all about the corrupting, my dear Healer, though it’s not limited to your profession. Healers, candidates, blueriders, goldriders, greenriders… no one is safe from me,” R’vi chugged back the rest of his drink and set the empty mug on a table a few steps away from them before returning to L’gan with an easy smile that hid his intentions.
He stepped right up to L’gan and stopped when the toes of his boots met another pair. He was tempted to pull the greenrider to him with a yank at the waistline of fairly nice pants but R’vi was showing a glimpse of some maturity after all and refraining as he followed the rules that seemed to be becoming more of a game to the Weyrfolk as the day wore on.
“And we don’t need to have a Flight to have real fun, L’gan. Come by my weyr tonight if you need a reminder,” giving in, R’vi brushed the back of his head down L’gan’s cheek in a light caress as the start of the reminding. Nothing about their night together had been gentle and sweet but it still reintroduced his touch and R’vi was confident it would be enough to leave the greenrider craving more.