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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:53 pm
"I am no star swimmer, either," laughed L'ior, "though I'll be glad to oblige you in shallower water. In any case, Igen is all sand and sun, with no sea to ameliorate it, like there is here. And no, I have not met your Favan... She is to be the new Weyrwoman, though, right?" He lifted his hands, running them both through his sodden hair as the braid seemed moments away from spilling out.
"As far as Dioth and I... we've been together..." It took L'ior a moment to think about it, because the inclination was to say forever; it felt like it had been, as if the comforting, grounding presence of the calm blue's mind had always been right at the edge of his own. "... For eighteen Turns," he finished. The thought was a little astounding to him -- when had he turned thirty-four?
You and I have always been together, came Dioth's lazy chime. You just did not know it until I hatched. I chose you before I ever saw you.
A rush of happiness softened L'ior's features and he smiled, a curiously melting sensation puddling somewhere in the vicinity of his heart.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 9:02 pm
"Mmm, yes she would be the new Weyrwoman. I've only seen her in passing though." He had not been paying attention to much lately. Besides his cousin cornering him, arguing her case while dragging him bodily some where private he had been rather quite. Most might say in awe and lost in his thoughts. Melancholy with burst of rapid energy, flash of bright teeth to try to keep questions at bay, warm laughter and they believed since they didn’t know better.
"So as long as I been alive," He mused, looking over at Dioth. "He is a very handsome color of blue. The same shade as the sky when it's calm and near noon." Brishen looked at the dragon in slightly longing. "I'm hoping to stand next hatching." He couldn't say I am, because he didn't know. It was luck. Luck to be chosen, luck not to be ill or injured, to stand on that sand, have it bake into callous skin, and then watch life break out of shells.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 6:56 pm
"I haven't met her yet," said L'ior lazily, with a pleasant shrug and a flash of a quick smile, "though that isn't surprising. I tend to keep my head down and my nose to my work. One gets into less trouble that way than any other way." Though he rather thought that was not a very good idea with those grabbing for power. "... Then again, you are an Ista candidate, aren't you? So there's a bit less... politicking you'll have to bury your head in." He paused -- then actually squeaked. "I did not mean that the way it sounded..."
He had become used to putting his foot metaphorically firmly in his mouth, and sometimes it even flew directly over his own head. L'ior had a habit of opening his mouth without running the words it contained through his head. Dioth, despite his best efforts, could not temper that particular habit of his rider's.
"I-in any case," hurried L'ior, trying to recover from what the other might well perceive as a grievous slight to the Weyr he belonged in, "that's a surprisingly apt description of his personality, as well. Not a cloud in sight with this one." His deep-blue eyes flicked, full of affection just as rich as it had been when it was new, toward his lifemate where Dioth was drowsing on the sand, letting the salt-water wash up around his claws. "I could not have asked for a more perfect companion." A private, secret-sharing little smile played across L'ior's lips, and the faintly unfocused look to his eyes that heralded communication with the great blue. "I wish you luck... It is unlike anything, ever," he said after a moment.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 7:25 pm
A warm lazy chuckle whispered up, eyes closing against the sunlight. "I know. Things slip." Brishen kicked lazily, floating towards L'ior, head tilted slightly back to guide him. "Sometimes, I can be most poetic. It is a rarity when my poetic musing is truth." He paused. “Perhaps…” He shook his head, moving and stood in the water.
“Thank you. I…I’ve been nervous. In the last hatching, just before I was searched and found a little blue between.” Brishen leaned back, an arch of skin but mostly an unvoiced cry of pain, familiar stretching. “I was in the stands and all I could thing was Why, why won’t you all become quite? Silence? Instead of whispering disbelief and tears hold together till the last of the clutch has hatched and chosen?” He gave a soft little noise, moving back from his stretch. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to depress you.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 8:14 pm
The bottom felt like it would drop out of L'ior's stomach. He'd heard tales of the little blue; he did have friends at Ista, or at least acquaintances, who had told him. It had been a sad night, and he had done a lot of pampering of Dioth. For a moment the echo of the sadness came back to him. "I had heard," said L'ior softly, compassionately, "but it must have been more painful still to see... I have seen a dragonet between before. It was a green, but..." Reaching out, L'ior squeezed the other's arm, offering touch-comfort if little else. He did not have the words to properly console the other, though, and ducked his head.
L'iormine, came the drowsy voice, you are sad... why? Concern filled Dioth's tone.
I am all right, Dioth. Tenderness filled his mental tone. I will always be all right with you here. I am only comforting this one.
Gently, L'ior ruffled Brishen's curls with a small smile. "I'm not depressed. Sad as it is, it is a fact of life for dragons, same as infants sometimes just don't take well. We all learn to mourn and... continue with life."
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 8:35 pm
The touch was welcome, he found himself leaning into the squeeze, giving small choke hissing sound of shock. Rom, she knew him well. Had gone after him to get him to talk but she was brisk. Seen life and death to often, her gaze too world wearily, mature, distance. In an hour time she had mourned and came to. Her response was to fight, words often turning physical and ending up with him pin and cursing, knees digging into his back. She was the reason for the off centering of his nose. His mother and Gran had turned to work, as if busy hands would drive out grief. Just plain comfort, empathy was more his thing, it was comforting to just have someone offering touch.
“Mmm, my cousin says I feel too much.” He muttered enjoying the feel of large hands in his tangle wet curls. Part of him didn’t want it to stop. ‘Please don’t stop, please’ “Please don’t stop.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:20 pm
Compassion seemed to flood out of L'ior like a tide, backed by the boundless sympathy of His at the back of his mind. How had a simple swim with a smiling boy turned to such dark thoughts, he wondered? Dark times, though... the other looked like he had seen too many, for all the handsome smiling demeanor he'd presented originally. "Has no one comforted you?" asked L'ior, his heart breaking a little. "Come now, smile for me." Gentle fingers laced in the tangled curls, and the older rider offered his own warm smile, turning the young face toward him. "It does not make it better, but I have found if you laugh, the rest of you will follow." His feet clumsily tread water, but it was enough to keep him afloat though the water made his too-long hair heavy. "There is no such thing as feeling too much."
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 6:07 am
Had he said that out loud? Heat rushed his cheeks and he was sure it was spreading to his ears and neck. He hadn't meant to say that out loud! Rom had comforted him in her own way but it hadn't been gentle and touch felt so good...and L'ior was handsome and his hands gentle...and nude. He squeaked slightly, those hands still in his curls, looking up at L'ior.
'Have to do something....' Brishen surged forward, arms to rest on broad shoulders, fingers to tangle in long hair, too long much hated tawny lashes closing as he pressed lips to lips, a trace of tongue begging for entrance and a small little voice in his skull asking 'What am I doing?'
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 12:29 pm
Shock stiffened L'ior's spine as he felt the boy quite suddenly latch onto him, wrapping arms around him as if he were holding on for dear life -- and that mouth pressing to his, salty-wet with seawater and unfamiliar. He was a little bit taken aback, but he supposed that this was how the other sought comfort... It was not for L'ior to judge whether it was a good way or not, but since the other had proven kind and friendly and since he did seem to need the affection, he allowed it -- his mouth gentled beneath the other's, full lips parting tentatively as deep blue eyes sank lazily, slowly shut. It was confusing, but L'ior certainly could not say it was at all bad. Brishen was young, though -- and that meant that he must be careful not to lose his head and let simple comfort go places it shouldn't. He could recall the strict, structured rules of his own Candidacy... and L'ior was not about to jeopardize that.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 4:19 pm
At the parting of lips, Brishen’s tongue snaked in a tender exploration. Tracing teeth, gums, just tasting before pulling back, eyes opening and iris hazy, fingers loosing from their tight grip in coal wet hair. He ran his tongue over his lips, tasting salt, water, and L’ior the heavy red dying down to the palest pink flush. “…Thanks,” he muttered quietly, hiding his face in the crook of the rider’s shoulders. ‘I just randomly kissed a blue rider. Who tasted rather good…not the point. He didn’t push me away. I’m confused!’ He wanted to rake his hand though his curls but that meant untangling them from the warm living being he was currently wrapped about. Motion of confusion aborted. “…Maybe we…I should go to shore,” he muttered not really wanting to let go.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 6:09 pm
Rather surprised at himself, L'ior found with a little dismay that as the other's mouth drew away, he rather wanted to follow it. Bad idea, he realized after a moment, even if the other was a surprisingly good kisser for someone so young. He still was young, he reminded himself. He blinked his eyes open slowly, sheepishly. "Probably, we should," he said, carefully, chuckling a little as he absently licked his lips. "Else we'll end up at sea, and I am not that fantastic a swimmer." L'ior's smile returned slow and warm and sweet, and absently, one hand dropped to rub the other's back, soothingly. "You will be fine, my friend. Take heart."
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 7:04 pm
"Mmm, I think Dioth would fish us out before we ended floating out to sea," Brishen muttered, giving a small wispy chuckled of amusement, shifting back from L'ior, slowly removing his hands, arms but in lingering slow movements trying to keep as much skin contact as possible. He kept close, relaxing as the hand rubbed his back. "Mmm,” he licked his lips again, looking up at the other. “You taste good.”
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 7:31 pm
Color rushed into L'ior's cheeks under the red-brown freckles and he ducked his head, a heavy curtain of blue-black wet hair hiding part of his expression as he smiled, a little sheepish. "I... I do?" He couldn't help a small, pleased grin. Flattery, while it often went over L'ior's head, was a great way to make him feel like he'd dropped fifteen years, and his eyes were wide. "I, I suppose I'm glad," he said awkwardly, though he was still smiling in surprised amusement, "but no one's ever said that to me before, really..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 7:54 pm
“It is an odd random thing to compliment, but true,” he mused, turning to walk towards the shore slowly. “Most people prefer to flatter ones eyes, skin, hair, I tend to choose things out of norm.” He paused, licking his lip again. “I…wouldn’t mind tasting it again, well meeting you again. If you ever drop by again...” He shifted, digging his toes into the muck, water up to his knees. “…yeah…” Well, that was a bit awkward; he sure he was flushing.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:07 pm
Padding alongside the other as they headed toward shore, L'ior left his hand gently on the other's shoulder, long fingers splayed lightly. "I... will be back here. If I see you again, well... we shall see, yes? Everything happens for a reason." As they came up onto the wet sand, emerging into the warmth of the sun from the salt sea, L'ior was smiling, tilting his head back to enjoy the milder, more tropical sun on his skin, the pleasant kiss first in his mind for the moment. "Especially this." His hand rose to rumple those wet curls again, and L'ior smiled, bending to press a kiss to Brishen's forehead.
You are kind, L'iormine, came Dioth's all but cooing reply, to be so good to this one.
It isn't kindness, said L'ior, flushing a bit, I do like him. It was good...
I can tell.
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