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25.Apr.12, 01:58 AM
Rilaleeyth’s delight at Tyrrisath’s display of affection slammed hard into J’ver who grimaced and even shivered under the strength of the positive emotion. His dragon loved being loved and having a strong male in her life, which he couldn’t blame her for the latter as it was nice having someone else around to do manual labour, but she always seemed to get into one of her mood’s when they weren’t needed. J’ver was busy showing his worth and how S’kef lying on his deathbed wasn’t such a big deal. He didn’t need the sappy feelings flowing into him because Rilaleeyth was paid a compliment. Now is not the time for that, darling. Do be a good girl and rein in your emotions.
Satisfied that Rilaleeyth was now behaving, J’ver focused back on S’kef, keen eyes watching the man and every little movement he made. He hadn’t missed the way hands shook before and now he noticed how there seemed to be a war against some spasm caused by the illness in play. He may have been cleared for visitors but J’ver didn’t believe S’kef would be allowed to do much else when sitting up seemed to exhaust him.
“When it comes to your assignments, I put my all into everything, but how can I not when you give me such delightful tasks? Making sure people remember to fear you and not fear for you is the least I can do,” especially since it benefited him as well. In truth, J’ver often wondered if he was the one that should truly be feared and not the brownrider that seemed to have bouts of compassion. Other than S’kef, J’ver couldn’t claim to have any special attachment to anyone and felt no remorse when he blackmailed, bullied, or used someone. It was simply one of the few options left to a greenrider and while most preferred more savoury ways of mixing in with society, J’ver enjoyed his path and he knew he was good at it.
At the mention of the female healer, J’ver made an ugly face and clicked his tongue in annoyance, “you clearly didn’t smack her around hard enough if she’s still dawdling about in finding what’s wrong with you. Perhaps I should sneak North and find a proper healer,” a wicked little grin tugged at his thin lips. He was mostly kidding but it was also a dare for S’kef to show who dominated their relationship. Rilaleeyth’s emotions, while tamed down, were still buzzing in J’ver’s head and he couldn’t help but provoke S’kef, as he usually did, but this time in the hopes of his place in the brownrider’s life still being the same despite the weakened condition being confirmed.
“And no, no one has been giving me crap. I’ve been doing well enough, keeping my head low and collecting information while you’ve been indisposed. I actually have new information on B’jin,” it wasn’t much, but still something to hold over S’kef’s head in the dance for control J’ver sometimes brought out. He was curious to see how sharp the man’s mind was after lazing in bed for so long before moving on to subjects that were more important that some silly little greenrider that didn’t know his place.
Satisfied that Rilaleeyth was now behaving, J’ver focused back on S’kef, keen eyes watching the man and every little movement he made. He hadn’t missed the way hands shook before and now he noticed how there seemed to be a war against some spasm caused by the illness in play. He may have been cleared for visitors but J’ver didn’t believe S’kef would be allowed to do much else when sitting up seemed to exhaust him.
“When it comes to your assignments, I put my all into everything, but how can I not when you give me such delightful tasks? Making sure people remember to fear you and not fear for you is the least I can do,” especially since it benefited him as well. In truth, J’ver often wondered if he was the one that should truly be feared and not the brownrider that seemed to have bouts of compassion. Other than S’kef, J’ver couldn’t claim to have any special attachment to anyone and felt no remorse when he blackmailed, bullied, or used someone. It was simply one of the few options left to a greenrider and while most preferred more savoury ways of mixing in with society, J’ver enjoyed his path and he knew he was good at it.
At the mention of the female healer, J’ver made an ugly face and clicked his tongue in annoyance, “you clearly didn’t smack her around hard enough if she’s still dawdling about in finding what’s wrong with you. Perhaps I should sneak North and find a proper healer,” a wicked little grin tugged at his thin lips. He was mostly kidding but it was also a dare for S’kef to show who dominated their relationship. Rilaleeyth’s emotions, while tamed down, were still buzzing in J’ver’s head and he couldn’t help but provoke S’kef, as he usually did, but this time in the hopes of his place in the brownrider’s life still being the same despite the weakened condition being confirmed.
“And no, no one has been giving me crap. I’ve been doing well enough, keeping my head low and collecting information while you’ve been indisposed. I actually have new information on B’jin,” it wasn’t much, but still something to hold over S’kef’s head in the dance for control J’ver sometimes brought out. He was curious to see how sharp the man’s mind was after lazing in bed for so long before moving on to subjects that were more important that some silly little greenrider that didn’t know his place.
