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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 6:57 pm
It was a cool, breezy day, up in the stone caverns of Fort Weyr. Echoing down the hall was a twanging sound; a steady acoustic rhythm.
Candidate Dagner, lyre propped up on his knee, was sprawled carelessly against the edge of a stone opening that served as a window. Sunlight lanced through this modest portal, serving to create a golden halo around his glorious foaming sea of man-mane that cascaded down his supple shoulders. One bony hip was cocked to the side, the leg bearing his instrument braced against the wall. His loose-fitting white tunic was half-unlaced, tucked into his skin-tight breeches.
It was basically just super dramatic, okay?
After a few moments of strumming, he began to sing. His voice was low, and each syllable had a rough edge to it. He was practicing his 'panty dropper' tonal range, and that required a certain finesse - as the lyrics he crooned emphasized.
"When winter hearts turn summer pink
in half the time it takes to blink
But it all depends on what'you think
About the girls of summer ♪"
It was safe to assume this was not a typical Harper verse.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 7:09 pm
Candidate Herryk had known Danger Dagner for many turns. Herryk wasn't exactly sure how many turns, because Herryk did not believe in such frivolous things like counting and keeping track of time. No, Herryk's time was much better spent avoiding responsibility and searching for young ladies (and lady-like men) to protect (and woo). Or something.
The important thing about that particular train of thought was that Herryk and Dagner were friends - and Dagner was pretty enough that Herryk might've maybe fancied the other man just a bit.
The tune of the lyre had drawn Herryk closer, and he'd abruptly rolled his eyes when he caught sight of the long-haired man before him.
"Sounds like something's dying over here - oh, wait, no, it's just Dagner singing his pretty little songs again."
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 7:18 pm
"When all you think of all day long
Is a pretty face inside a so-"
Dagner stopped abruptly with an off-key thrum, and hissed irritably.
"Shards, can't you see I'm PRACTICING?" He put the lyre down on the sill, planting both feet on the ground and his hands on his hips. "It's like, an art. I won't expect you to understand." He said the last while rolling his eyes, nostrils flared. Herryk was another of the Candidates, one who had amazing gold-spun hair that just might put Dagner's glorious chestnut tresses to shame, but he tried not to hold it against the other young man.
The gloriously well-built, tall, and devastatingly handsome young man.
Danger Dagner finally settled for pouting prettily.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 7:34 pm
"Should be doing something more useful than playing your fancy-man instrument, Dagner."
Herryk took an idle moment to admire the way that Dagner's chestnut tresses gleamed redder in the light. As he let his piercing eyes wander, Herryk had to hope that Dagner didn't ask what was more useful than playing his lyre. Quite frankly, Herryk had no idea. He'd never picked up a craft of his own, instead spending his time with idle work.
Idle work and helping his mother with her herd of children.
Carrying on before Dagner could question his motives, Herryk grunted.
"I'm bored."
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 7:48 pm
Dagner pouted harder, turning away from the other man to lean against the window and gaze irritably down at Fort Lake.
"If you're so bored, why don't you...Oh, scorch it." He sighed dramatically. "I'm bored too, but unlike you I have better things to do than interrupt other's studies." Because singing about girls totally counted as studying.
He glanced over his shoulder sullenly. "Maybe you can go help the Beastcrafters, I hear they're always looking for volunteers to shovel wherry s**t."
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 7:54 pm
Herryk let out an abrupt snort.
"I get enough of cleaning s**t at home," Herryk complained brashly, moving forward to get a closer look at those pretty red hints in the other man's hair. If Dagner asked why he was coming closer, Herryk would just punch him on the shoulder.
How did those pretty chestnut tresses smell?
"I'll help you write a song."
Yeah, because Herryk was totally a musician.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 8:02 pm
"You?" Dagner began incredulously, but stopped, narrowing his eyes and giving the other young man a considering gaze.
"Hmm." He turned around, leaning back against the sill on his elbows and crossing his ankles.
"What about?" Write a song, huh? Sure. And then maybe after he could show him how to play his lyre. His OTHER lyre.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 8:17 pm
"I know how to sing," Herryk grouched, as if that was the only problem with his offer. He had a pleasant enough voice, and had rumbled out quite a few lullabies in his day. He lifted a broad hand to idly scratch at a scar that curved along his jaw.
"About me. And how courageous I am."
He fell silent for a moment.
"And then you can wander around and sing my praises."
Herryk suddenly smiled quite broadly, showing far too many pearly teeth.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 8:49 pm
"How courageous you are, huh?" Dagner arched one eyebrow. "I think I've got one," he began snidely.
"There once was a man from Fort
Whose tool was pathetically short.
So he plied his own trade
For lack of a maid
As he dreamed a pretty consort."
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 12:08 pm
Herryk narrowed his eyes.
"Stop singing songs of yourself," the tall, broad young man hissed, blue eyes snapping, "and sing one of me."
He was silent for a moment.
"Start it like this."
Herryk cleared his throat.
"Just a Fort Weyr girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight wher going anywhere
Just a Fort Hold boy
Who is really strong and coy
He took the midnight wher going anywheeeere!"
Herryk paused.
"And then add some stuff about my muscles."
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 5:28 pm
Dagner gave him a sullen look for a few seconds, before busting out laughing. "Not bad, guy," he declared, slapping him on the a** back as he walked past. He glanced backward, eyeing the other man's broad shoulders.
"Stuff your muscles, huh? Is that what you've got goin' on under that shirt?" He teased.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 5:52 pm
Herryk let out a low growl, one that immediately halted when Dagner slapped him on the a** back.
"Of course it is."
He went so far as to lift up the hem of his shirt, showing off an impressive, ridged breadth of muscled abdomen.
"I wouldn't lie about something like muscles."
Herryk gave the other man a slow, slow smile.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 9:33 am
Dagner stared for a bit, mouth slightly agape, before promptly shutting it with a click of his teeth.
"Not bad," he quipped blithely, trying to cover his surprise with an air of casual indifference. "Are all you Weyrfolk chiseled from stone, then? Maybe I can pen a ballad about how you all have rock for brains, too." The words fell from his lips with his usual snide tone, but his eyes were still a little too wide, his voice a touch breathy.
Dang, that guy was cut. He held his tongue, for want of anything say that didn't involve asking to touch his abs.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 10:50 pm
There was something about that breathy tone, those wide eyes, the quick way that Dagner snapped his mouth shut that had Herryk narrowing his eyes. Herryk had seen that look plenty of times, but usually it came by way of attractive females.
Herryk grunted and quickly lowered his shirt. He'd never once kissed another young man, and truthfully he'd never really thought too much about it. Dagner was pretty enough.. but.
Herryk grunted again.
"Rock for brains, hmm? Maybe I should just blacken your eye."
He sounded disgruntled, but his tone carried no malice. He'd always liked Dagner, and his jesting was the norm, but for some reason - on this particular day - it rubbed Herryk the wrong way.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 11:05 pm
"Er." He paused. Some part of his brain seemed to come back online once the shirt was down. Well, that had been sufficiently weird, but it was over now. Just two dudes, broing out in a hallway.
Nothing to see here folks.
"I'd rather you didn't," he quipped halfheartedly. Herryk had always been a pretty cool guy, all things considered, and besides, he didn't really want his beautiful face damaged. If his arms were anything like his abs...
"Anyway," he began, clearing his throat, "a song about you is all well and good, but we're in a Weyr. Why not a song about, like, a dragon?" He knew a few, to be sure - all the primary ones, certainly. "Maybe even your own dragon, one day," he added. Herryk was strong and brave, he'd probably get pick of the clutch. Meanwhile, Dagner would be happy as long as he survived with his fine leather boots unsullied. A dragon, even a little weyrling, could do serious damage to such fine accouterments with their wicked claws.
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