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22.Aug.12, 01:07 AM
You are... all right? Right? Niskziath's voice made the softest invasion into his thoughts. V'zire had managed to keep his dragon at bay for a while, but he knew she'd eventually find out what had happened. Niskziath was such a gentle and sweet dragon that V'zire didn't want this to bring her down with him. They were a pair, though, and they had gone through trouble together before. It was evident they would have to do so again.
'I'm okay.' Even his own thoughts didn't reassure him that much. However, it was enough to persuade Niskziath that her bonded was well enough for now. He could feel her concern pressing on the edges of his consciousness, but she respected her bonded's boundaries. Niskziath couldn't understand why her bonded didn't want to let her in on her thoughts, but she wasn't about to upset him by doing what he didn't want her to. Niskziath was a good Green, not like all those silly Greens who liked to know everyone's business. Not that she did not like those Greens! Because she certainly did, she just didn't... agree with nosing around.
I will be here. Come home soon, I don't want you to be alone. Something was wrong, she just did not know what. She just knew enough that expressing her care for V'zire was essential.
'I'll be there in a little bit, I promise.'
S'kef had left, which V'zire was silently thankful for. He had no idea what the brownrider was capable of, and he didn't want to get dragged into anything worse than he had already been pulled through. He was all right, or so he told himself. This sort of thing happened to Greenriders. It was just the way things were. Though he had said he'd tell someone about it, he wasn't sure if he could actually bring himself to move right now let alone actually tell someone that S'kef had forced himself on him. What would they do? Pat his back and tell him that it'll be all right?
The Greenrider sucked in a shaky breath, pressing his bare back against the cold storage wall. He held his cut shirt in his hands, vaguely sad that it wasn't repairable. It was one of his favorite shirts too... That loss was easier to think about rather than what he had truly lost in this situation. He lost his sense of security, and maybe a little bit of his innocence.
He was forced out of his own thoughts as the door swung open and he heard a voice. For a second he was convinced that it was S'kef again, though he had no idea why the brownrider would be after him again. It took him a few moments to realize that it wasn't the brownrider, and that set him into panic again. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. "O-Oh, hi A'liran." He knew the rider as more of an acquaintance, but still well enough to be able to tell who he was even in the dark.
'I'm okay.' Even his own thoughts didn't reassure him that much. However, it was enough to persuade Niskziath that her bonded was well enough for now. He could feel her concern pressing on the edges of his consciousness, but she respected her bonded's boundaries. Niskziath couldn't understand why her bonded didn't want to let her in on her thoughts, but she wasn't about to upset him by doing what he didn't want her to. Niskziath was a good Green, not like all those silly Greens who liked to know everyone's business. Not that she did not like those Greens! Because she certainly did, she just didn't... agree with nosing around.
I will be here. Come home soon, I don't want you to be alone. Something was wrong, she just did not know what. She just knew enough that expressing her care for V'zire was essential.
'I'll be there in a little bit, I promise.'
S'kef had left, which V'zire was silently thankful for. He had no idea what the brownrider was capable of, and he didn't want to get dragged into anything worse than he had already been pulled through. He was all right, or so he told himself. This sort of thing happened to Greenriders. It was just the way things were. Though he had said he'd tell someone about it, he wasn't sure if he could actually bring himself to move right now let alone actually tell someone that S'kef had forced himself on him. What would they do? Pat his back and tell him that it'll be all right?
The Greenrider sucked in a shaky breath, pressing his bare back against the cold storage wall. He held his cut shirt in his hands, vaguely sad that it wasn't repairable. It was one of his favorite shirts too... That loss was easier to think about rather than what he had truly lost in this situation. He lost his sense of security, and maybe a little bit of his innocence.
He was forced out of his own thoughts as the door swung open and he heard a voice. For a second he was convinced that it was S'kef again, though he had no idea why the brownrider would be after him again. It took him a few moments to realize that it wasn't the brownrider, and that set him into panic again. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. "O-Oh, hi A'liran." He knew the rider as more of an acquaintance, but still well enough to be able to tell who he was even in the dark.
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