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01.Sep.12, 05:08 AM
A wry, almost haunted smile twisted the corners of B'jin's lips subtly as Talian opened the door with a cup of klah in hand. Were Talian to be anyone else, the emotional greenrider my well have freaked out and knocked the cup across the room. But, it wasn't, and B'jin trusted Talian. He trusted Talian with his life, and he trusted Talian with the young Healer's own life. He trusted the boy would never do that again, no matter how bad it got or how much he might want to. And, at time, B'jin didn't doubt the boy thought about that easy way out.
Easy? Larrikith queried, and B'jin gave a mental nod of agreement though no such thing touched his face. No, suicide wasn't easy and it didn't end the pain. How did dropping between restore the pain of losing one's lifemate? Were you now not lost in eternal cold until you starved to death - or had a heart attack - or froze? How was that easy? A shiver crept down the man's spine as he remembered all those who had lost their lives during the Plague, and those very few rare who had managed to claw their way back to some semblance of sanity.
Never leave me. He whispered to Larrikith, sincere in his begged request. B'jin might pine for the life he should have lead, and he might hate the dragon with every fibre of his being at times - but he wasn't blind; the dragon loved him, all of him, regardless - All that you let me, Larrikith quipped gently, brushing against the locked doors and iron walls of B'jin's mind, those barriers that kept her from understanding her rider and life mate on a degree that she knew other's were bonded to their human. It depressed her, when she let it, but the little dragon did her best not to wallow in those pools. In contrast, her mind was an open book for her rider to explore when she wasn't attempting to trick him. It was only his own sense of deep privacy and need to respect her as her own being that Larrikith knew she was able to keep secrets from B'jin.
But those were just games; his secrets she knew would turn her ichor to ice in her veins. Which is why they aren't shared, B'jin replied gently, brushing soothingly against her as he wrapped an arm around Talian, drawing the young man close to his side as they exited the Hall and found themselves in the fresh night air. It was dark, with barely a quarter of one moon on display while the sky was clear and crisp midnight-blue. The stars sparkled like chips of ice so far above.
"Come," B'jin whispered gently, and steered Talian towards Larrikith, the little dragon curled up sedately and watching them with softly glowing eyes, the colours warm and loving. A green nose was extended, breathing warmth across B'jin's face, her breath visible as it left the warmth of her body for the crisp air outside. Her head tilted and she eyed Talian curiously. His mind was so fuzzy! Not in a bad, or a drunk way, the dragon decided, but as if he was purposefully hazing up thoughts that wished to be clear. Particular, but then, everything about Talian was odd.
Fly with us? It was a breathy whisper against the edge of his mind, and B'jin smiled at her gently; it was a request, and even Talian wouldn't be able to take it any other way as she lathered the three simple words in a world of emotion without overwhelming the young man. B'jin simply stood beside him, arm resting gently around his shoulders and eyes watching Larrikith was a quietness that came with companionship of years. The air was filled with the relaxing scent of lavender, from the little green's hide.
Easy? Larrikith queried, and B'jin gave a mental nod of agreement though no such thing touched his face. No, suicide wasn't easy and it didn't end the pain. How did dropping between restore the pain of losing one's lifemate? Were you now not lost in eternal cold until you starved to death - or had a heart attack - or froze? How was that easy? A shiver crept down the man's spine as he remembered all those who had lost their lives during the Plague, and those very few rare who had managed to claw their way back to some semblance of sanity.
Never leave me. He whispered to Larrikith, sincere in his begged request. B'jin might pine for the life he should have lead, and he might hate the dragon with every fibre of his being at times - but he wasn't blind; the dragon loved him, all of him, regardless - All that you let me, Larrikith quipped gently, brushing against the locked doors and iron walls of B'jin's mind, those barriers that kept her from understanding her rider and life mate on a degree that she knew other's were bonded to their human. It depressed her, when she let it, but the little dragon did her best not to wallow in those pools. In contrast, her mind was an open book for her rider to explore when she wasn't attempting to trick him. It was only his own sense of deep privacy and need to respect her as her own being that Larrikith knew she was able to keep secrets from B'jin.
But those were just games; his secrets she knew would turn her ichor to ice in her veins. Which is why they aren't shared, B'jin replied gently, brushing soothingly against her as he wrapped an arm around Talian, drawing the young man close to his side as they exited the Hall and found themselves in the fresh night air. It was dark, with barely a quarter of one moon on display while the sky was clear and crisp midnight-blue. The stars sparkled like chips of ice so far above.
"Come," B'jin whispered gently, and steered Talian towards Larrikith, the little dragon curled up sedately and watching them with softly glowing eyes, the colours warm and loving. A green nose was extended, breathing warmth across B'jin's face, her breath visible as it left the warmth of her body for the crisp air outside. Her head tilted and she eyed Talian curiously. His mind was so fuzzy! Not in a bad, or a drunk way, the dragon decided, but as if he was purposefully hazing up thoughts that wished to be clear. Particular, but then, everything about Talian was odd.
Fly with us? It was a breathy whisper against the edge of his mind, and B'jin smiled at her gently; it was a request, and even Talian wouldn't be able to take it any other way as she lathered the three simple words in a world of emotion without overwhelming the young man. B'jin simply stood beside him, arm resting gently around his shoulders and eyes watching Larrikith was a quietness that came with companionship of years. The air was filled with the relaxing scent of lavender, from the little green's hide.
