Avu
Weyrleader Ce'thian Rider A'emi Handler Sena Harper Matteo Weyrbrat Riaren
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Post by Avu on Dec 29, 2009 1:47:34 GMT -5
Oh. Not collecting, then. Or, more precisely, collecting for Doppelganger. How sad. Mimic deflated momentarily, licking at Riaren’s hands to soothe himself. Oh well. He was sure he could find better shinies, prettier things, to give to his eggbrother. There was a very pretty necklace he’d seen, at the Jewelry Stall. That, perhaps? The Salamandyr gave a quiet croon at M’ta before he resumed his carefully grooming Riaren’s fingers with his tongue. His liked the brownrider. That was good enough for Mimic – who was, anyway, completely distracted when Riaren smiled widely at M’ta in response to the brownrider’s words and clapped his hands together softly again. PMS, too, bouncing over, made Riaren giggle, pleased; one hand (the one with a Mimic-bracelet) rose to pet the blue Salamandyr.
Hi, Mimic offered pleasantly. Yes, his attention had been stolen, but Mimic didn’t mind at all. So nice. Love baby? The question was accompanied by another swipe of his tongue over Riaren’s wrist before Mimic dropped onto the stuffed star that was still being clutched with his other hand. The dampness didn’t bother the Salamandyr, who crawled up onto Riaren’s chest to nose hopefully at PMS. He could join in the cuddling, yes?
For her part, Meira bit her lip to keep back the laugh at the look on R’wign’s face; hadn’t she said he would run into someone? Not that he had, really, but still. She bowed her head slightly to look down at Riaren and his Salamandyr decorations, following M’ta and R’wign out of the main flow of traffic. And – oh, oh. Scolding. Yes, it had been anticipated, but that still didn’t make it any more pleasant. Only the fact that she was holding Riaren kept Meira from actively squirming before she shook her head in a silent apology. Mimic crooned quietly from his spot on top of Riaren, encouraging and reassuring; he loved her. That made it better, right?
At least Riaren didn’t notice the scolding as being a scolding, though; he was completely distracted by R’wign talking to him. The baby squirmed, face caught in a completely serious expression before he whispered loudly back to R’wign. “Ahhnana.” Because yes. That made perfect sense. Clearly it did to Riaren, however; he blinked solemnly at his father before the kiss to his nose made him break into giggles again. His petting PMS paused for a moment so he could tilt his head up at his daddy, smiling brightly at him; happy happy baby. The smile didn’t fade one bit as R’wign pointed at him. Demonstration of a sad baby? Look somewhere else. There certainly wasn’t one to be found here.
Meira was mostly content to listen to the exchange between the two brownriders, shifting Riaren upwards slightly and pressing her lips against the side of his head softly. R’wign had his ‘entertainment’ now, and she could feel Jingth stirring in the back of her mind, so now would probably be an appropriate time to find the gold and see about the boat rides, but somehow she doubted M’ta would just let her wander off again, destination in mind or not. Nevertheless, she did cut in, tilting her head to look between R’wign and M’ta. “Since Riaren’s so devastated about being stolen, I was going to go take him to the beach – Jingth’s waking up and she’s over there. Am I allowed to go alone, or do I need an escort?” And also, was M’ta interested in getting his Salamandyr back?
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Jan 1, 2010 8:04:58 GMT -5
Love, PMS crooned, to Riaren and Mimic both, having a small happy fit that resulted in his rubbing himself all over the baby's neck. His long tail circled, dragged up Mimic's side in what could only be considered a caress. He did like attention and cuddles, after all. Yes he did.
R'wign wasn't hanging on him? How odd. Especially considering he'd been in the lap of the other man during the flitter hatching - shyness and R'wign just really didn't go together. Definitely didn't seem put out, so all that M'ta could figure was that, for some reason, the healer didn't feel comfortable being so shardblasted obvious about it around Meira. Really, the younger brownrider couldn't blame him; the goldweyrling was the friend of both of them. M'ta might even go so far as to admit privately that he'd had a crush on the girl at one time. (One that seemed to live about as long and during the same time as Zesa and Jabari had been around together. No one ever said that M'ta wasn't strongly effected by his mindmates, even if he hadn't realized that was likely what it was at the time.)
What was the likelihood that she hadn't already heard, though? Kind of slim. Either way, the sooner she knew the sooner she'd adjust to the concept. M'ta wasn't big on dramatic displays in public, but it would have been a lie if anyone said he was ashamed of R'wign or being...well, homosexual. No one else was expressly attractive to him, male or female, but it was kind of hard to argue that R'wign wasn't male, so he'd have to accept the label, he supposed.
"Good to know you're too good to be abducted," he commented dryly. "Entertainment comes at a steep price, by the way. I've my standards, you know. Even if you are cute." His gaze slid toward Meira and his eyes narrowed slightly, though at least she hadn't attempted to wander away without a word. "What's going to happen is we're going to accompany you to that gold of yours. If you've a problem with protection, consider it a chance to chat and catch up with a friend. 'Sides, PMS doesn't seem to be that interested in relinquishing my nephew." Yes, he'd deliberately stated 'my nephew.' M'ta was Meira's friend and also one of the people who took care of Riaren the most (even if Meira didn't often let the child out of her sight outside of weyrling lessons). She shouldn't be forgetting that. He had a right to be around her.
Which brought him back to R'wign's question. M'ta traced a line down the outside of his thigh, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Purely innocent, of course. M'ta wore his long dirk strapped to his thigh, after all. "Sheathes," he commented teasingly, a brow lifting, the flash of amusement in his eyes making it clear that he'd heard R'wign say that. He thrust himself up off the table, brushing close around the healer and trailing his hand around the man's waist. "You do realize if you pierce your lip it will swell. It will hurt to talk. Oh, the travesty."
M'ta tugged on Meira's sleeve, tightening his arm around R'wign's waist and sliding into the light flow of traffic on the edge of the crowd, toward the beach. "You're going to have to break your vow of silence, Meira, and fill me in. Funny how ever since I was assigned to you I've seen less of my friend. A lot has happened since last we actually talked." An understatement. He released R'wign's waist and reached up to catch his hair. "Speaking of which...if your mouth's going to be sore, I'd best take advantage now." Pulling the healer down to him, he kissed the man lingeringly, a self-satisfied smirk touching his lips.
A chance to fluster R'wign for once. How often did that happen?
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Post by glamourie on Jan 4, 2010 20:00:24 GMT -5
R’wign playfully smiled, though the ‘cute’ comment made butterflies dance in his stomach – half from flattery, but primarily and most dominantly from fear. R’wign glanced at Meira anxiously, but since she didn’t react immediately, he didn’t know what to think. Most of his commentary was withheld as M’ta addressed her instead and he crinkled his nose slightly. M’ta was such a trouble maker. He probably didn’t even realize it either. The smaller man’s statement brought a wry smile from his face and he eyed Meira with a look that clearly said ‘I told you so.’ Had he not warned her that she was in for a lecture from M’ta? He knew he had – it was her own fault for not listening. It was tempting to hug her just the same, but… no. R’wign glanced at M’ta quizzically, almost as if the brownrider was of great fascination to him. He did think it was a little excessive, but at least he cared. Though, if it was him that M’ta fussed so much about, he’d be annoyed. Fortunately he didn’t get fussed at as much, ha ha! Perks of not being a goldrider.
Turning his head back toward M’ta, R’wign let his eyes roam and then silently cursed himself. Brat, yes he was a brat. The comment made him roll his eye before he gestured at M’ta vaguely, “Let’s see them, then.” The way he said ‘sheaths’ made R’wign very sure that wasn’t what he’d gotten, after all, and it was just like him to insist on seeing. M’ta started it, with the dragging his hand down his thigh that way – he knew very well where R’wign’s mind would go with that movement, and R’wign was determined to be as difficult as possible. Being a creature of nosiness, he wanted very badly to find out what his weyrmate had bought – he could not stand curiosity. He didn’t push the issue though. He could weasel it out of M’ta in private; he was pretty sure he could get through any stubbornness with gentle touches, kisses and affection. Evil genius, he was.
“I won’t be able to eat solids for a few days, either, and yes, I know. That would be why I’m waiting until the Gather is through to get it done,” the healer tacked on dryly; he was a healer after all. He followed at a leisurely pace, not at all perturbed by the crowds milling around them. Part of him was, in fact, amused by that. “Your concern is touching. Don’t worry, I have a dragon who will happily repeat what I have to say to Behruth. You will never have to deal with a totally mute R’wign. By the time I can speak again though, you’ll just miss the sound of my voice so much you’ll be begging me to talk. I know how much you like the way I speak, after all.” Teasing and sassy. R’wign was shameless, really.
He likely would have continued the teasing as well, if not for the fact that M’ta chose that moment to literally pull him down into a kiss and R’wign’s stomach twisted into uncomfortable knots. He loved kissing M’ta – he did – just not in front of the one person who could make his life difficult if she didn’t approve. What if she got mad? The questions hysterically popping up in his mind didn’t stop him from lifting one hand to wind around the back of M’ta’s neck as he returned the kiss – primarily because he just wasn’t capable of not responding when M’ta touched him, even if he was uncomfortable. R’wign was an extremely physical individual after all. He was so going to get him back for that though. Definitely retaliate…
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Avu
Weyrleader Ce'thian Rider A'emi Handler Sena Harper Matteo Weyrbrat Riaren
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Post by Avu on Jan 6, 2010 20:29:36 GMT -5
Love, Mimic echoed, and his eyes spun even more rapidly in bright blues at the touch from PMS. The brown edged closer before he flopped, half on top of the other Salamandyr, and nuzzled PMS on the shoulder pleasantly. His forepaws braced against Riaren’s shoulder lightly to make sure he wasn’t squishing the blue, and he leaned forward, cooing, to lick the baby’s jaw, almost squirming in pure happiness. Mimic liked cuddling. A lot. He preferred to cuddle with His (a given, that) but he was hardly going to refuse any cuddling-session. PMS was so nice and he loooved Riaren too, which made him even better. The brown gave a pleasant little squirm, rubbing his head against Riaren’s chin and then turning to lick PMS. So nice, babylove.
Meira did catch the mention of ‘cute’ – but given that M’ta turned almost immediately afterwards to her, she didn’t linger much on it. Passing confusion. His words made her half-smile, rueful, as she looked down at the pair of Salamandyrs curled against Riaren, and she noted softly, “I don’t think Mimic wants to let PMS go either…” Though she doubted the Salamandyr would complain actively (or at all, really) if she asked him to, but seeing Mimic happy made her happy – and it was very easy to make Mimic happy. Catching R’wign’s glance made her crinkle her nose slightly, but she didn’t comment, allowing M’ta to catch her sleeve and pull her through the crowd, turning her head to smile apologetically at one of the people that they’d cut off. Oops?
She would have been content to just let R’wign and M’ta talk – no part of Meira was talkative, after all – and just follow along, balancing Riaren as the baby smiled widely and grabbed gently at the pair of Salamandyrs, wiggling his fingers in an attempt to pet both of them at once. The movement didn’t seem to bother him at all; the baby seemed accustomed to it, even if normally there weren’t quite so many people, which was half the reason he was so clumsy in his attempts at petting – he was also trying to look around. It was so interesting and colorful, after all. His other hand curled around his stuffed star, pressing it against his chest.
M’ta addressing her again made Meira glance at him, shrugging, uncertain. Her life wasn’t all that interesting, and had more or less fallen into a certain pattern anyway. Before she could say as much, though, M’ta had turned to R’wign and…and kissed him.
It would be a lie to say that she wasn’t surprised, because Meira definitely was. Neither had she ever been adept at hiding her emotions and the look that spread across her face was definitely one of stunned surprise. Her instinct was to stare, but manners overruled that and she caught herself, blinking and then looking down at Riaren again, awkwardly; one hand fiddled nervously with the hem of his pant leg. No, she didn’t know whether it would be ruder to stare or to just not look at all, and so she settled for the latter, aware that her cheeks had taken on a slight pink tinge. Awkward, so awkward…it wasn’t because it was R’wign and M’ta so much that it was just physical affection and being the third person made her feel like she wasn’t supposed to be there, like an intruder.
What’s awkward? Jingth inquired, sleepily; when Meira didn’t answer immediately, the gold peered into her mind and then commented, still half-asleep, I didn’t know that two browns could be mates.
Ah… Her gaze flicked up to the brownriders, almost nervous, as she shifted Riaren slightly in her arms. M’ta might have told her to talk, but she didn’t know what to say – she just didn’t. The weyrlingrider bit her lower lip, looking from R’wign to M’ta in silent inquiry, hoping she didn’t look too terribly confused. Though she was. Had she – had she missed something, should she already know about…?
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Jan 7, 2010 9:28:13 GMT -5
Oh, he had a brown salamandyr blanket. How fun, how fun. Sort of fun, actually, except now he couldn't go check out any of the interesting stalls if he wanted to. (He didn't right now, but he liked the option open just the same.) Still, he crooned to Mimic, and nuzzled up to the searching fingers, content for the moment.
No fighting today, which was good. M'ta wanted to get Meira where she was going and have R'wign to himself, selfish as that sounded. It wasn't that he minded her company at all, but this was just one more example of what often happened when the three of them came together. Someone got left out. Usually Meira, because she didn't talk much, but not always. Last Gather it had been R'wign, hadn't it? Or perhaps him initially...he didn't remember much of that Gather, strangely enough. Just wandering around in a ridiculous outfit R'wign had chosen and the kiss and vomitting, yes. He remembered that. Oh, and that people seemed perturbed that he'd checked under the woman's skirt for steel.
M'ta's brows lifted in silent inquiry, a fair attempt at innocence that. Fair, but he couldn't keep that slight mischievous gleam from his eyes - or maybe didn't care to. He tapped on his sack with a finger. In there, clearly, but he didn't bring it out to show. It would be far more interesting to see how R'wign tried to wheedle it out of him, yes?
The healer's words merely earned him a wrinkling of M'ta's nose. "Here I was looking forward to some peace." Cue dramatic sigh. But he was pleased with the kiss, just the same, and a fleeting thought of not being able to do such for awhile sobered him for a moment. Still, there were plenty of other uses for a mouth, aside from exchanging spit - a thought that left Behruth rumbling in amusement from where he lay curled up with as many other dragons as he could find. You make it sound so appetizing. Sarcasm doesn't become you, M'ta returned, in mock irritation. Behruth carressed his mind with a laugh and went back to his socializing.
Only once the kiss ended did he look to Meira, and a brief flicker of doubt entered into his eyes for a moment. No, no she just looked surprisied really. So much for everyone already hearing about them. (You'd think news of R'wign throwing himself at M'ta during Ellie's flight and their rather obvious snuggling at the hatching would have traveled. You'd think.) Tucking into R'wign's side was something of a subconscious reaction. "You didn't know." Spoken softly, but without any questioning in the tone.
Well that added another dimension to it, didn't it? He shifted awkwardly, before defiance straightened his spine. Well, so what? If she didn't like it, that was her business. The worst that could happen was she found it too awkward to be...talk about comprehension dawning late. He blinked. Was that why R'wign had been acting so skittish? It was Meira, though. She wouldn't do that. He didn't think. M'ta cleared his throat after a moment. She looked questioning, though he had no idea what she was trying to figure out. "Since Ellie's flight," he said, an attempt to answer the look.
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Post by glamourie on Jan 19, 2010 5:35:34 GMT -5
Awkward. Extremely awkward. R’wign resisted the urge to try and hide behind M’ta – but barely. The teasing words followed by awkward comment/question didn’t help his mood any and R’wign did half step behind the other brownrider, as if he expected to get shouted at – and he did. He was sure that Meira was going to be so angry, even if she didn’t look it; natural pessimism, ho! Not that Meira showed much in the way of emotions (she just looked uncomfortable but…) – R’wign wasn’t presumptuous enough to think that she didn’t feel and the lack of expression made it harder, in many ways, to read her and judge based on her responses. Part of him knew he was being unreasonable. Unfair, even. Meira had never given him a reason to doubt how open minded she was on anything or how fair… but on the flipside, she hadn’t really given him a reason to have blind faith in her either, and trust wasn’t something that came easily to R’wign, no matter how well he faked it. In many ways, Meira was a stranger to him – a stranger who could not be trusted. Sad, but true… but she kept that distance, not him. He wasn’t the one who held people at arm’s length in her case.
“Surprise?” he said weakly while quite deliberately edging behind M’ta, as though to put the other brownrider between him and Meira. Hiding behind his weyrmate wasn’t particularly effective but paranoia did not usually listen to reason. Especially not when his child was at stake – and yes, R’wign had a strong fear that Meira was responding badly. Her reaction did not help matters. He brought his hands up to rest on M’ta’s shoulders anxiously.
“I hope you’re not too terribly mad at me for stealing M’ta away. You just didn’t act fast enough, girly,” he tacked on in what he hoped was a teasing tone; he’d always had the impression that Meira liked M’ta and vice versa, but since he’d been so Dead Wrong about M’ta, he wasn’t sure that he was right where the goldrider was concerned. Even if he was, though, it was likely that Meira would not say anything about it – which was cold comfort, indeed, since he thought he’d rather prefer to know exactly where she stood on things. Silly girl. In a more serious tone, he tacked on, “We got together when Ellie flew, officially, and yeah – weyrmates in truth, not just words…” He was being so awkward that he couldn’t help but start fiddling with M’ta’s hair, if only to distract himself. He was being ridiculous. Positively ridiculous.
You are. Meira would never take the hatchling away. She isn’t like that. I don’t know why you’re so worried. The hatchling loves you and he doesn’t care at all whether your mate is a male or not. If it doesn’t matter to him, why should it matter to anyone else? You’re happy and I like you being happy. Silly R’wignmine. I’ll talk to Meira –
“UH THAT’S NOT –”
He’s worried you’re mad. You might want to speak up, Meiralove. He’s very skittish that you won’t want the babylove around him, Checkoth interjected to the goldrider, well-aware of his rider’s outburst out loud. He didn’t speak to Jingth – Meira got spoken to directly. She was still His as far as Checkoth was concerned. And he doubted Jingth would care all that much. He’s cute when he’s embarrassed, though. You should pretend to be mad for a few minutes just to make his head explode. Don’t tell him I suggested that, he’ll be mad, but it’d be really funny.
Unaware of his dragon’s plotting, R’wign actually flailed, turning a bright shade of pink before blurting out, “He’s so bad about meddling, why does he have to get involved in everything, he’s worse than any firelizard – I’m sorry, I don’t know what he’s saying, I’m trying to make him stop – please ask Jingth not to eat him for being presumptuous – sharding dragon – what is he thinking?!”
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