Post by M'kel on Jun 10, 2009 13:52:52 GMT -5
As deep as the pit of self-pity could go, it was becoming rather challenging for M'kel to continue wallowing in it with Skye leaning so close. Her hand on his arm, her words of support and praise; she certainly knew how to appeal to his vanity. Even if he was doubting himself quite significantly, it was very difficult not to brighten slightly at her slew of compliments. 'Strong' was definitely a word he liked to hear, and 'wonderful', well, that just went over the top...
Her plafyul ruffle of his blond hair and her appeal for him to smile were just too much, and M'kel finally caved, letting slip a small grin. He looked up at her, considering for a moment, and wondered how different life would have been if Sitareh had been more like Skye. The former Weyrwoman could have cared less which bronze caught her queen, so long as the man could be cowed into submission. Her early flirtations, though appearing to be the start of true affection, had disintegrated quickly into distaste and even contempt.
All the while, Skye, who was only a greenrider and could offer none of the power that M'kel lusted after, had always been there with a smile. Even now, when she had nothing to gain by whispering in a Weyrleader's ear, she was still genuinely glad to be conversing with him. Or at least, so it seemed.
Slowly, the bronzerider reached up and took the hand that was resting on his arm. "You're right, you know," he murmured, studying her soft features with newfound appreciation. "I was working interminably hard under Sitareh's cruel reign. I know that I was a good Weyrleader, and that I can be again, but I deserve a break. I deserve to have some fun." His grin widened slightly, and his eyes flashed with amusement. "Let someone else have the responsibility. For now, I'm going to enjoy myself."
Her plafyul ruffle of his blond hair and her appeal for him to smile were just too much, and M'kel finally caved, letting slip a small grin. He looked up at her, considering for a moment, and wondered how different life would have been if Sitareh had been more like Skye. The former Weyrwoman could have cared less which bronze caught her queen, so long as the man could be cowed into submission. Her early flirtations, though appearing to be the start of true affection, had disintegrated quickly into distaste and even contempt.
All the while, Skye, who was only a greenrider and could offer none of the power that M'kel lusted after, had always been there with a smile. Even now, when she had nothing to gain by whispering in a Weyrleader's ear, she was still genuinely glad to be conversing with him. Or at least, so it seemed.
Slowly, the bronzerider reached up and took the hand that was resting on his arm. "You're right, you know," he murmured, studying her soft features with newfound appreciation. "I was working interminably hard under Sitareh's cruel reign. I know that I was a good Weyrleader, and that I can be again, but I deserve a break. I deserve to have some fun." His grin widened slightly, and his eyes flashed with amusement. "Let someone else have the responsibility. For now, I'm going to enjoy myself."