18.Feb.22, 02:53 AM
“That’s good, then.” F’drel pointedly kept his gaze a little up and to the side while N’lis dragged a pillow down to the floor with him. He hoped it gave N’lis at least the illusion of privacy, even though from his current position F’drel could barely see all of N’lis’ face, let alone anything else. Still, he didn’t want to make N’lis any more uncomfortable than the situation already was.
“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” F’drel said. He subtly pushed one of the blankets towards the edge of the bed in case N’lis wanted more to cover himself with. “The dragons do what they want.” At least most dragons seemed inclined to treat Halomirth gently; F’drel had yet to end a Flight with notable injuries. The usual ache of unplanned sex and the ocassional minor bruise or strain from whacking something against a desk or a wall or general soreness from fucking on bare stone floor. Dalsuth and N’lis were gentle even by that standard, though F’drel wasn’t sure N’lis wanted or needed to hear that at the moment.
“If anything, I should apologize to you.” F’drel sighed. “I knew Miri was flying soon and gets excited about graduations, I should have taken her to another Weyr.” F’drel had hoped tiring her out would be enough because she’d been so excited about the weyrlings graduating and F’drel hated to tell her she couldn’t be there to celebrate with them. Even when he knew her version of ‘celebrate’ included aerial acrobatics with the newly adult dragons.
“If you want to head down to celebrate with your classmates, you don’t have to worry about me or the weyr. This happens—well, often enough. R’dal and I have a system. On the other hand,” F’drel shifted a little to double check there wasn’t any surprise pain anywhere and he hadn’t lied to N’lis. “I’m not sure you want to go face any of them after winning a Flight, in which case you’re welcome to hide here as long as you want. Or escape to your own weyr, but I don’t think Miri will let Dalsuth out of snuggling for at least an hour and it’s a bit of a ways through the halls to your place, so… we can talk, or I can leave you be, or…whatever you want.”
Despite having dealt with similarly awkward post-Flight situations before, F’drel never found it to be any easier the next time. Each one was uniquely a mess in unpredictable ways, and N’lis being N’lis made it both deeply awkward and something F’drel was terrified of fucking up.
“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” F’drel said. He subtly pushed one of the blankets towards the edge of the bed in case N’lis wanted more to cover himself with. “The dragons do what they want.” At least most dragons seemed inclined to treat Halomirth gently; F’drel had yet to end a Flight with notable injuries. The usual ache of unplanned sex and the ocassional minor bruise or strain from whacking something against a desk or a wall or general soreness from fucking on bare stone floor. Dalsuth and N’lis were gentle even by that standard, though F’drel wasn’t sure N’lis wanted or needed to hear that at the moment.
“If anything, I should apologize to you.” F’drel sighed. “I knew Miri was flying soon and gets excited about graduations, I should have taken her to another Weyr.” F’drel had hoped tiring her out would be enough because she’d been so excited about the weyrlings graduating and F’drel hated to tell her she couldn’t be there to celebrate with them. Even when he knew her version of ‘celebrate’ included aerial acrobatics with the newly adult dragons.
“If you want to head down to celebrate with your classmates, you don’t have to worry about me or the weyr. This happens—well, often enough. R’dal and I have a system. On the other hand,” F’drel shifted a little to double check there wasn’t any surprise pain anywhere and he hadn’t lied to N’lis. “I’m not sure you want to go face any of them after winning a Flight, in which case you’re welcome to hide here as long as you want. Or escape to your own weyr, but I don’t think Miri will let Dalsuth out of snuggling for at least an hour and it’s a bit of a ways through the halls to your place, so… we can talk, or I can leave you be, or…whatever you want.”
Despite having dealt with similarly awkward post-Flight situations before, F’drel never found it to be any easier the next time. Each one was uniquely a mess in unpredictable ways, and N’lis being N’lis made it both deeply awkward and something F’drel was terrified of fucking up.