29.Jul.12, 08:02 PM
J'ver didn't make it far.
S'kef's hand snapped out, seizing the greenrider's shirt collar. S'kef had been looking for the greenrider since his arrival, but it wasn't until J'ver started his cute little escape attempt that S'kef actually managed to locate him.
"Oh, no," S'kef said irritably, his lip wrinkled in a cruel sneer as he set his eyes on the Weyrleader. "...If I have to sit through this, so do you."
S'kef still respected the Weyrleader. Unfortunately, after turns of service, S'kef also knew the man well enough to know that his chances of redemption weren't good. D'ren never forgave once his trust was betrayed. Fitting enough, since the old bronzerider was entirely too trusting from the start. S'kef had walked the line for a long time, but now that the line had been crossed, he had no idea how to get back on the other side of it.
Shards, he could hear that vixen B'jin giggling. S'kef ground his teeth and maintained his grip, holding J'ver literally an arm's length away.
"What's so sharding funny, B'jin?" S'kef asked darkly, turning his head just enough to glare a hole into the greenrider's forehead. S'kef kept his enjoyment of other men a close guarded secret. Of course, everyone knew that he and J'ver seemed to be extremely close friends and all, but....
Bah! Shards! Damn it all! S'kef's embarrassment was tangible to all the senses as he stood there rigidly, still clutching his greenrider and glowering at B'jin.
S'kef wasn't even sure why he bothered to keep it a secret anymore. At this point, it was a matter of pride! Sure, it developed from a holdborn fear of homosexuality, but he'd gotten over that long ago. Shards, he preferred men! But for some reason, the notion of anything finding out just drove him crazy.
Tyrrisath sighed. He knew exactly what was going on; if S'kef admitted to liking men, he'd have to admit his feelings for J'ver, now wouldn't he? Humans were so strange, but the brown remained silent on the matter nonetheless. His rider would sort his feelings out...eventually. He usually did.
S'kef's hand snapped out, seizing the greenrider's shirt collar. S'kef had been looking for the greenrider since his arrival, but it wasn't until J'ver started his cute little escape attempt that S'kef actually managed to locate him.
"Oh, no," S'kef said irritably, his lip wrinkled in a cruel sneer as he set his eyes on the Weyrleader. "...If I have to sit through this, so do you."
S'kef still respected the Weyrleader. Unfortunately, after turns of service, S'kef also knew the man well enough to know that his chances of redemption weren't good. D'ren never forgave once his trust was betrayed. Fitting enough, since the old bronzerider was entirely too trusting from the start. S'kef had walked the line for a long time, but now that the line had been crossed, he had no idea how to get back on the other side of it.
Shards, he could hear that vixen B'jin giggling. S'kef ground his teeth and maintained his grip, holding J'ver literally an arm's length away.
"What's so sharding funny, B'jin?" S'kef asked darkly, turning his head just enough to glare a hole into the greenrider's forehead. S'kef kept his enjoyment of other men a close guarded secret. Of course, everyone knew that he and J'ver seemed to be extremely close friends and all, but....
Bah! Shards! Damn it all! S'kef's embarrassment was tangible to all the senses as he stood there rigidly, still clutching his greenrider and glowering at B'jin.
S'kef wasn't even sure why he bothered to keep it a secret anymore. At this point, it was a matter of pride! Sure, it developed from a holdborn fear of homosexuality, but he'd gotten over that long ago. Shards, he preferred men! But for some reason, the notion of anything finding out just drove him crazy.
Tyrrisath sighed. He knew exactly what was going on; if S'kef admitted to liking men, he'd have to admit his feelings for J'ver, now wouldn't he? Humans were so strange, but the brown remained silent on the matter nonetheless. His rider would sort his feelings out...eventually. He usually did.