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Post by Kain on Jan 19, 2009 22:54:14 GMT -5
It felt like the sun was stabbing his eyes. T'ril shifted ever-so-slightly, his mind groggy and sleep-fogged. He pulled a fur closer to his body as he tried to sort out where he was, what was happening, and by the egg, what had happened the previous day. He sat up and rubbed his face wearily, reluctant to look around just yet. It was only when he realized that Vereth wasn't the only dragon in his weyr that he remembered anything. Oh, shells. The flight. Oh, SHELLS. D'gellin!
"Scorch it," he muttered. With a sense of dread nearly that of threadfall, the greenrider turned. Yup. D'gellin.
"Shards, shells, and crackdust." The man eased his way off the bed with the least movement he could, trying not to wake the young bronzerider. With similar subtlety he gathered his cloths and made an exit into his bathing room.
Verlove? T'ril called softly, trying not to incur the green's morning-wrath.
Yes, T'ril-mine? The dragon replied, apparently awake enough to be sarcastic; her tone mimicked T'ril's. Her eyes remained closed, though the tip of her tail twitched and her wings fluttered the tiniest bit.
What do I do? He almost whined, D'gellin doesn't want to be here.
Go talk to him. T'ril thought she was finished, but as he re-entered the sleeping chamber he could have sworn he heard her mutter. Sometimes you are as silly as a wherry, mine.
So there he stood, gazing into the room, wondering whether or not he should wake the bronzerider.
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Post by D'gellin on Jan 21, 2009 22:21:23 GMT -5
Fortunately for T'ril, he didn't need to make a decision. Shortly after he'd crept away, D'gellin rolled over, brows creasing as consciousness began to tug him away from sleep. Good morning, mine! Lancetoth welcomed His cheerily to the new day, mind positively radiant with pride and delight.
"Not yet.." D'gellin mumbled drowsily, curling up beneath the blankets. He felt positively exhausted.
Yes, yet! The bronze insisted, still a picture of happiness. You feel well, do you not? He added after a moment with just a pinch more caution. The young rider was finding it increasingly difficult to ward off wakefullness with Lancetoth babbling on. Mm, funny. Not bad, not good. Then after a pause ....why? What did you do? It was at that moment that he heard something move in the room, picked up the breathing of not one dragon, but two, realized the blankets didn't feel or smell quite the same as his own, and in one agonizing instant, remembered what had happened. Shaffitshaffitshaffitshaffit-
D'gellin carefully cracked one eye open, seeing the unfamiliar room from beneath his lashes. Shards.. He could have died of embarrassment. Particularly when unwanted flashes of the previous night seared his mind. Both eyes alert, but body unmoving, he scanned what he could of his surroundings. Well, he'd been left in bed. D'gellin's paled face seemed to take on an ironic tinge, wondering if he was going to be regarded as the mistake and avoided until he left. And then wondered what that had to do with anything. He didn't want T'ril's love. And he didn't feel anything like that for him. These things happened, he reasoned, warily sitting up. "I mean, that's what happens when greens fly. Sometimes bronzes chase. It has to have happened loads of times..." He muttered to himself, struggling to make sense of everything. His brain, however, still felt groggy, and Lancetoth's overwhelming happiness was keeping D'gellin's emotions in relative check. He was actually surprised he was handling this so well.
Absently, he glanced around for his clothes, and was about to snatch what looked like his pants when he finally caught sight of T'ril, looking about as uncomfortable as D'gellin felt beneath that mask of rationality. Instantly he froze, eyes wide and mind racing so quickly that it crippled his calm. "I-I..." He choked out, feeling his face, so cold a moment before, go aflame with a hectic blush. His mouth formed a thin line as he looked down, running a hand through his messy hair. I wasn't expecting him to still be here. He thought, suddenly at a loss for what to do...
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Post by Kain on Jan 23, 2009 2:23:36 GMT -5
The minute D'gellin started moving, T'ril was on edge. He wondered fleetingly if he should have acted like he was doing something other than just... staring. But then it was too late, the bronzerider was looking around. T'ril considered running back into the bathroom, but at this point he'd probably just look silly. Instead he tried to compose himself into a more relaxed mood. The greenrider saw when D'gellin finally noticed him standing there and almost laughed at the boy's panic. He mumbled something and then he was looking away, obviously feeling more out of place than T'ril. He wasn't that scary, was he?
"Here. You- dropped this," the greenrider said, leaning down to pick up a shirt that he assumed was D'gellin's and held it towards him. T'ril smiled as nicely as he could, and then he winked without even considering that it might make they boy even more ill at ease.
Good morning, Vereth said sweetly to Lancetoth. Her eyes swirled green as she turned her attention back to the bronze beside her. These silly humans, she said without a hint of irony or sarcasm, so dramatic. Her wings fluttered and a sound almost like a draconic laugh echoed in the cavern. T'ril vaguely hoped she wasn't hoping for a long term mate. That would just not help.
Now it was T'ril's turn to feel at a loss. What to say? 'Sorry I was your first flight, I didn't mean for your dragon to win?' No, that was just ridculous. But still... the momentary quiet seemed to drag on forever. He had to say something, if only to break the oppresive silence. The greenrider wracked his brain for anything that might incite conversation. Or maybe it would be better to just start with the topic that was creating all of the tension? Well, it was worth a try. It could hardly get more ackward.
"Listen- I know that you don't- I mean, I- Or, well, we- Erm, let me start over," he chuckled, finding his own nerves amusing. "Sorry, this a bit weird for me too." T'ril had more to say, but it all flew out of his mind immeadiatly after he stopped talking. So this is what D'gellin felt like...
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Post by D'gellin on Jan 26, 2009 18:36:33 GMT -5
Without entirely meaning to, D'gellin stiffened when T'ril offered him his shirt with a wink. Was he trying to be funny? "Thanks..." D'gellin mumbled, retrieving it and quickly pulling it over his head. The awkward silence that followed only added further to his discomfort, as he struggled to find something, anything to say. Should he say something? Was there some kind of post-Flight etiquette that he wasn't aware of? His mind was drawing a great blank where rationality had been only a moment before.
You could thank him. Last night was wonderful. Lancetoth offered helpfully, his great chest puffing up with his own ego. D'gellin only shot him a look of disdain in response. And a good morning to you too, Vereth! He replied in his boisterous way, eyes alight with warmth. Dramatic and silly. He agreed, turning his laughing eyes back on D'gellin. Oh yes, this is all very hilarious. The young rider snapped in his mind. A right comedy. Do not be cross, D'gellinmine! We won! Is that not with celebrating?[/color] He hesitated when the bronze rider's discomfort refused to wane. Vereth and hers are very kind. He added after a moment, laying his head on the green's back possessively with wide eyes on His. She's not some kind of pet you can keep! D'gellin replied in exasperation.
So involved in his conversation with Lancetoth, D'gellin started when T'ril spoke, returning him to the world outside of his dragonlink. For a moment he was surprised. Well obviously this would be uncomfortable for T'ril too, he realized, feeling a little self-centered for only considering his own emotions. D'gellin had practically screamed at the guy before...well before that. It wasn't as though T'ril had a choice though. When green's fly, they fly. "Yeah..." He agreed absently with T'ril, eyes finding the floor as he scratched at the back of his head self-consciously. "I mean, sorry I..." Impressed a flighty bronze? Wasn't strong enough to stop him? (as if anyone could stop Flight emotions!) "I'm gunna get my pants." He muttered after a moment, snagging his pair and pulling them on. Being half naked while trying to address an uncomfortable topic wasn't making this already unpleasant situation any better. "Sorry." He mumbled again, feeling just a little better with clothing. He could hear Lancetoth's draconic rumble of laughter and squinted his eyes at his bare feet, cool against the floor. "I hope you don't have to put up with that very often." He found himself saying between gritted teeth as his glare turned on Lancetoth. The bronze only laughed more at this, flicking his tail idly as he tasted D'gellin's grudge. While potent now, he knew His would get over it eventually. His loved him even when he pretended not to, the silly wherry.
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Post by Kain on Feb 15, 2009 17:52:44 GMT -5
T'ril wondered if he was making the other boy nervous. Not so much what had happened last night, but he himself. He hoped not, because there wasn't much he could do about that. The greenrider pushed the worry away, but it remained in the back of his mind. Maybe if he'd known D'gellin before Vereth had risen. Well, no matter. He grinned weakly at D'gellin, hoping that maybe it wouldn't bother the boy like winking had. T'ril had honestly forgotten that a wink might be misconstrued. He was just being friendly, after all.
T'ril-mine, go easy on him. He's barely past being a weyrling! His green's eyes were whirling a contented green-blue. She couldn't say she didn't enjoy Lancetoth acting possessive of her.
I'm not being harsh... am I, Ver? The greenrider flustered, hoping he hadn't been rude or anything along those lines.
No, you're just expecting him to be more... ah, experienced about flights. The green turned her eyes back to the bronze. Lancetoth, is yours a very twitchy sort of rider?
T'ril took that as a cue to pay attention to his own conversation. He focused back of the bronzerider as he was was first apologizing, then making poking fun at his dragon. Well, that was a good sign, right? That the younger rider was relaxing at least that much? T'ril grinned again, this time much more genuinely.
"Well, dragons do as dragons will," he said in a resigned sort of voice. Hopefully that comment would be a proper response and an end to the pile of awkwardness that was the morning so far.
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Post by D'gellin on Feb 18, 2009 21:47:09 GMT -5
Twitchy? Lancetoth lifted his head of Vereth's back, tilting it in bemusement. D'gellinmine, are you twitchy?
What? D'gellin and Lancetoth seemed to be sharing expressions of confusion. When T'ril spoke again, D'gellin attempted a half-hearted smile. "Yeah, guess so." He glanced up at Lancetoth before returning his attention to T'ril. Well, as long as he didn't think about last night, it was a lot easier to talk. T'ril wasn't a bad guy, or at least he didn't seem to be. The whole situation though was just...weird...the kind of weird that's hard to explain...particularly now, when D'gellin was having difficulty finding something to say. He could feel an awkward pause in the conversation building up.
"So um..." He blurted out, struggling to something to ward off any more discomfort. Now he had to say something though...but he had no idea what. "Mm..." His mouth formed a thin line, mind searching in vain. D'gellin's firelizards, Mother and Whirl, chose that time to pop out of between. The young rider yelped in surprise, stumbling back onto the bed as the little blue chased a disgruntled Mother through the air. "Oh by Faranth, both of you!" D'gellin yelled, silently glad for the distraction.
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