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 Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 6:16 pm
A'stor had waited patiently. Really, he had. He'd gone with Kr'stof to this sharding prison all because Kr'stof had to go, had flown with the old Goldrider and her old dragon to this damned place, had pretended - like always, so this wasn't technically new, but made him grumpy and irritable regardless - that there was nothing between Kr'stof and himself, and had generally played the willing and ever loyal canine to Kr'stof's biddings. Again.
A'stor was really very used to the sound of that. For more reason than one - and while some of those reasons were good reasons (the thought got an awkward chuckle and faint blush and the voice of Damith going <Are you nearly 40 or a hormonal teenager again?> in his mind, along with a disapproving cluck), these were not. "These" involved entering danger more than was required on an ordinary basis for really no apparent reason, except that Kr'stof wanted to, which meant A'stor didn't have a choice.
"You don't have to go," his sharding arse. Of course he did. He had to go because Kr'stof had to go, because that hadn't been the whole thing the two turns they'd been together. Kr'stof went, A'stor followed. It was really, really quite reliable. Sometimes he hated himself.
But either way, however he'd gotten here, however he was stuck here, he'd been waiting patiently to capture Kr'stof by himself so they could talk genuinely. Now, with the Watchguard riders separating to start their work, he could maybe manage it, if he was careful.
<Mine is incoming,> Damith passed mildly onto Xenath, though he wasn't sure if he'd managed to give the warning with enough time for anything to actually happen about it. Either way, he'd done his job and the bronze stretched out to await his next command, since he could only do so much following when his was stomping around determinedly without risking stepping on him or knocking something over. His eyes swirled a soft, slow blue, an odd moment of contentment for the usually cold bronze.
At that exact moment, A'stor reached out and touched his fingers gently to the back of Kr'stof's, a moment of fondness that was easily disguised and (reasonably) explainable as a gesture of friendship or wanting attention. "Can I speak to you a moment? Before we start." There was a smile - but it was tense, tense enough that it was visible to anyone who knew him and his face well enough - but if his eyes had been dragon's eyes, they would've been swirling a bright yellow and his voice was tight, almost like his throat didn't want to let it go.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:22 pm
Kr'stof liked doing new and different things. Investigating possible horrible things related to the former Watchleader were high on his 'this is awesome' list of stuff to do. Having an irritated bronzerider at his back only made the situation more difficult. Yes, he wanted A'stor to come. Yes, it would be dangerous in the middle of an office. All of that was very well and good, even if he didn't think he'd need a bodyguard... be he wanted A'stor there. Sure, it meant having a rather irate boyfriend right then and there but that's what he signed up for when he first harassed A'stor for attention.
Noted. Xenath droned, her mind voice mild. She stretched out, tail flicked towards the sky now that they were on the ground and her rider hopping off her back. J'car dealt with the people on hand and, with a glance towards the other riders, it looked as if they were going to help with the babies as well.
A part of him itched to see whatever caused a small female dragon to start screaming. He waited once Xenath sent him the knowledge of A'stor coming up behind him - luckily so, just in time for A'stor to touch him. The greenrider didn't stiffen but swung around, an easy, practiced smile curled at his lips. It was the same smile he gave everyone but for A'stor, it reached his eyes.
"Of course, precious." Kr'stof tucked his thumbs into his belt, glancing over his shoulder to the other figures. "Would you like to go aside?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 8:43 pm
He was awful at being angry. Shards and shells. He tried, really hard, but he just kind of crumpled. Kr'stof didn't even have to say anything, really, not anything at all, and A'stor was already wanting to apologise for being angry, even if A'stor hadn't made his anger apparent. This - well, this sucked. Hard. He wanted to be angry! He had Reasons to be angry! Legitimate, sense making reasons and--
<My, you are a pathetic being, aren't you?> Damith practically yawned it, too used to his riders mini-temper tantrums when it came to Kr'stof and the ways in which he lacked a spine. It served to upset his rider which served to disrupt his train of thought completely. Win.
<You lazy behemoth, shut up> was the terse reply before he stopped sharing with him as much as he could (A'stor had a real issue with oversharing) and kept his tense smile up. "Yes. Talking aside would be lovely."
He said this, but he barely got there before his quiet voice went a bit quieter, hushed and gentle, touched and concerned. And, for the billionth time, as though he wasn't acutely aware that Kr'stof was capable of taking care of himself, he mumbled, "Take care of yourself, okay?" and not spoken were the other concerns. Not wanting to go home alone - not being sure if he could go home alone.
He straightened, a little, from his uncomfortably slouched position. He wasn't sure how people did that all the time, actually. "Where are you going first, do you think?" It would be nice to know where to find him. If he needed to.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 9:42 pm
Kr'stof moved aside with A'stor once the other man agreed, side stepping others in their wing. The hiding irked him, it always had, but not everyone could be J'car - especially not an open one. Sharding J'car. At least they couldn't smell spilled ichor from here, hear the screams or keens, and things became relatively calm for the time being. Even though A'stor looked awful, things could be worse. Kr'stof knew those lines on the side of his face, he could tell the difference between a real A'stor smile and something pulled from a bag of tricks in order to keep everyone else thinking he wasn't having a minor A'stor-Meltdown on the inside. (Where had the days gone where he had boyfriends that worried over nails rather than death?)
Shoulders that tensed in anticipation of A'stor getting tetchy eased up when the bronzerider mumbled an attempt at reassurance. Even though his laugh came out somewhat breathlessly, Kr'stof still had less tension in him than before. A'stor not going all snarly on him had that effect. "Of course, muffin." Kr'stof shifted closer, dared a backwards glance to reach out and touch at A'stor's wrist. "We're interviewing infants, not inmates in the ward for the serial killers and baby burners. I promise."
His hand fell as quickly as it rose, another smile flicking over his lips again. "I was thinking of going to look around, see what's going on. After that, I'm going to follow whatever J'car tells me to do. I am capable of following orders, pet, you know that. What about you?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 11:17 pm
At least since A'stor had served to calm Kr'stof down a bit, which created a small feedback loop; Krissy being calmer meant A'stor was calmer, more sure of himself, because even if his words didn't frequently show it, he did trust him to take care of himself and know his own limits, etc., because they were both grown a** men who'd made it to forty (or nearly, in A'stor's case) for a reason and not because they were weak or idiots or simple. Krissy could handle himself, with or without A'stor there. A'stor just slept a little better if he was with him, that was all.
"I know," he murmured, ignoring the sparks that went through him at the faint touch of fingers on wrist, even as he shifted his hand to brush their fingertips together as Krissy's hand fell, since he knew that was about as far as he could get, as much as he wanted to snag Kr'stof's wrist and pull him closer. Hiding was so draining, sometimes, and he wanted nothing more than to say shard it - shard them all. But he'd wanted that for at least a month, probably around three or four, and he hadn't given in yet - and if he was going to, it certainly wouldn't be at ******** Wardens of all places. Even A'stor could pick somewhere a bit more tactful. "But still. I can't help it."
He was trying to be in a better mood and, luckily, Kr'stof gave him a chance to be. "I know that too, even if I also know you're a lot better at giving orders." His smile was real, that time, real and cheeky, and he kept it up for a moment before it dimmed as he thought. "The same, I guess. Find some infant dragons and see what their riders can tell me about what's been happening here."
He wanted to rest their foreheads together. He wanted to hold him or exchange some sign of affection beyond the barest of stolen touches, but knew he couldn't - and, furthermore, knew he shouldn't. "We'll talk tonight?" It would give him something to hold onto, at least. Something to look forward to as he annoyed newly bonded riders and their dragons, something that would make this awful day just a bit better. "Send me your flit again. I'll be waiting," he all but whispered, genuine smile still in place. He took a step back, for appearance's sake.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 7:46 am
A'stor had issues with being a rather clingy semi-weyrmate, although semi came only in the form of 'we are a secret and cannot be seen living together' rather than any lack of dedication or affection on either side. Kr'stof, while less clingy, had no issues with the fact he had a dedicated lapdog in the form of a man nearly six and a half feet tall with a looming problem. A'stor sassed him (often) and the rather devoted behavior came more in the form of constant worry and irritation when someone questioned Kr'stof's awesomeness. He didn't mind at all.
"I promise to whip out my knife and stab anyone in the kidney that tries to launch themselves at me, even. We're allowed to do that, you know. It's a thing, darling." He teeth flashed in a smile, Kr'stof's eyes wandering to look over the dank place of a prison. And oh, oh A'stor sucked so bad at flirting it hurt. (He long ago grew used to dating men that sucked at flirting, it was endearing, there was this Harper once... oh yes, all of them were absolutely horrid.) "Well, there was a little thing screaming of murder - I think a little thing. It may be very interesting to go and find out. I want to see what kind of hatchlings this blue managed, to be honest."
Slim shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, though he paused when A'stor asked about tonight. Kr'stof's smile warmed a fraction. He clapped the bronzerider on the arm as manly men were wont to do and squeezed just once. "Of course we'll talk tonight, muffin, it'd be dreadfully boring otherwise. I'm sure they'll be putting us somewhere decent. Don't terrify anyone too much in the meantime, bronzerider."
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