Remember us, if at all, not as lost (K'ian)

[Avu]

Fucking Titania.

Not, strictly speaking, that it was her fault, but she was certainly the most to blame out of anybody, aside from Mouse and K’ian, and A’emi was already blaming them too. What kind of green decided to Chase another one? What kind of green picked another green instead of the plethora of males that had attended? (To be fair, the males in question were of dubious sanity, and if A’emi ever saw Rollhead he’d probably stomp on him out of sheer hatred just because the blue had touched Titania.) Still. Still. A’emi had managed to get away from K’ian as soon as the other man had fallen asleep or passed out or had a heart attack or whatever—and while he sort of wanted to stab K’ian just on principle, what he actually did was go into the bathroom and take a thorough shower.

Upside: At least he wouldn’t be the one walking funny. (And yes, he was vindictively amused that of all the people he could’ve screwed, it just had to be a bronzerider.)

Kyr.

The immediate response to the tentative reopening of their bond washed over him, a bright furious upset and concern—and he shut his eyes briefly, toweling his hair into some semblance of dryness. You okay, sweetheart? Softer than he normally spoke to her. He was usually nicer to Darkling and Titania, but Kyrahth was the one worried and confused, and Titania was hardly in his sympathies right now. Where are you? he added, pressing, as he received no immediate reply. Scrounging around the bathroom for clothing at a deliberately slow pace to give the bronzer time to clear out before he came back and had nothing better to do than carve him up.

With Futh, Kyrahth answered, finally. Her ‘voice’ was distant. I don’t think I’ll come back quite yet, if it’s all the same to you.

Right. Okay. A’emi blinked, licked his lips—lower lip was split, he remembered, testing the pain level with his tongue again before snorting softly, dismissing it as he found pants, a shirt, a random sock dipped in either blood or tomato sauce (thank you, Darkling), and got dressed, tossing the sock into a corner for Darkling to rediscover later. He stepped back into the weyr—lip curling with the remnants of old anger at the lack of a fucking door—and then his gaze fell across K’ian, still decidedly present, on his bed, and nude. A’emi watched him for a moment, strangely impassive, and then uncurled the towel from around his neck deliberately.

“Hey, bronzer.” He coiled the towel around his fist and snapped it across K’ian’s back, left it draped damply over him. “Time to rise and shine, you’re lying in the wet spot and the door’s nonexistent, want to get the hell out of my weyr before I find something sharp?”

[Zephyr]

From nearly the moment the run began, K’ian had lost all conscious thought to Mouse. Subconsciously, he knew what he was doing, but that part of him was so deeply buried beneath salamandyr instinct that it hadn’t even mattered at the time. Even now as he laid sprawled out on a bed that was not his, he was blissfully unaware of what had transpired the previous night. All there was was the warm contentedness that Mouse projected to him in great waves as she lay snuggled in with Titania somewhere, mingled with the strange satisfaction he felt at the events of the previous night. There was also a cool breeze of a draft somewhere on his nude body.

Wait.

Since when did he sleep naked? The thought rose in his mind, foggy an unimportant and he groaned, shifting lightly as his partner (who obviously had to be some gorgeous woman) got out of bed. Sprawling out more fully, and kicking off more of his cover in the process, he lay there more or less silently until A’emi returned and decided it was time to wake him up. The sharp pain of the towel across his back woke him with a start, and his head shot up, looking around groggily for a second. “ What the?” He said, still not fully awake. Until he saw A’emi that was. Eyes narrowed and he made to sit up quickly. Until he realized that he was completely naked…“The fuck…?” He said, confused for a moment, scrambling to cover himself with whatever he could manage; the towel, A’emi’s covers…He still hadn’t managed to get a full sentence out, so consuming was his confusion. His first thought was that the damn greenrider had come into his weyr while he was asleep…then he realized that this wasn’t his weyr, and the events of the previous night came tumbling back.

Well, not all…thankfully. He remembered that Mouse had run and that Titania had been one of her suitors. K’ian wasn’t stupid, and he put two and two together. That, mingled with how sore his ass was at present solidified what must have happened in his mind. “Fucking hell. That godamned salamandyr.” He growled through clenched teeth. Though Mouse wasn’t upset. She was pleased with who she had woken up next to. Voice was flat, devoid of emotion when he spoke. He didn’t quite trust himself much at the moment. “ Where are my pants?” The bronzer said in a dangerously low voice.

Fuck salamandyrs. Fuck A’emi…speaking of, why did HE have to be the one on bottom?

[Avu]

If he’d been in a better mood, A’emi would’ve been amused by K’ian’s response. Such a typical startled response, all that undignified scrambling, like it was something he’d never seen ever, like he had half a scrap of humility left to save anyway. As it was, the bronzerider’s flailing drew a sharply unimpressed glance from A’emi; he crossed his arms, casually leaning his hip against the nightstand. At least, to his credit, he managed to figure it out pretty quickly, especially for someone who’d been so far gone. A’emi snorted dryly, lip curling, half-tempted to agree that yeah, no shit fucking Salamandyrs, but the moment passed the instant K’ian’s hostility turned onto him. Eyes narrowed dangerously on the larger man, fingers drumming against his bicep.

“You got eyes, bronzie,” he snapped, not bothering to modulate his tone into anything remotely resembling politeness. He hadn’t wanted K’ian any more than the bronzer had wanted him, and he didn’t appreciate the attitude he was getting. “Why don’t you use them instead of assuming I’m just dying to be as helpful over here.” His tone was dripping sarcasm, and he added, cutting his gaze sharply down to the rumpled towel and sheets currently being used as a shield of all things, “And drop the modesty act, all you’re doing is messing up my bed even more.”

Touchy greenrider was touchy.

Bronzers and Salamandyrs—never good, worse in combination, clearly. K’ian was potentially the worst; even without Titania actively pursuing Mouse, the green affected him just enough to make him feel awkward around K’ian. (Kyrahth never affected him that way, but then, Kyrahth never was really affectionate like Titania was of Mouse, not with any of the males that she regularly came into contact with and certainly not with Onyth.) He turned away from K’ian, deliberately dismissive, although he kept an eye on him anyway—who knew how idiots reacted when their masculinity was shot full of holes; the only thing he expected K’ian could throw at him was maybe a pillow or something, but still.

“Don’t worry about Titania,” his tone implying very obviously that he didn’t expect K’ian to give a shit about Titania to begin with, “She’ll run back along once she gets bored of your worm.”

[Zephyr]

" I'm going to fucking smash her..." he said under his breath, turning his attention away from A'emi long enough to find his clothes. Growling a little, he slid off the greenrider's bed and dressed quickly. He wanted to say something scathing to the greenrider, something about not giving a fuck about his bed, but he knew this wasn't A'emi's fault. He was just a convenient scapegoat. Extremely convenient.

This was the worst possible situation that he could imagine (not that he even ever wanted to imagine it). He had hoped that Mouse would choose a salamandyr with a female owner...and if she absolutely had to choose a mandyr with a male owner, why did it have to be A'emi? It was common knowledge that the greenrider was no fan of K'ian's, no matter that K'ian hadn't done anything to deserve this ire. After all, it hadn't been his fault either...even if he was prancing around like a bitch with glows for brains. Oh god. Had he pranced?

Finally fully clothed (not that it made a difference), he turned back to A'emi, who had turned away from him. Common sense told him that this wasn't his fault. That he hadn't chosen to impress Titania...but why did he even have to be there in the first place. Picking up one of the man's pillows, he chucked it at him with force, even if it wouldn't hurt him much, it still made him feel better to take it out on him, especially when his nasty little green wasn't around to protect him.

He was about to storm out, when he noticed the state of A'emi's door. More precisely, that there wasn't one. Blinking, he couldn't remember what happened. " What happened to your door?"

[Avu]

A’emi gritted his teeth, forcing himself into silence (and dental problems probably, a sarcastic voice in the back of his mind that sounded terribly like Kyrahth commented) at K’ian’s growl. The female he was smashing better not be Titania; A’emi didn’t care what he did to Mouse but anybody who looked at Titania wrong was going to be wishing they hadn’t. He sort of wanted to squash Rollhead under his heel from the Run—wouldn’t quite be sorry to have to punch K’ian too. All things considered, though, Titania remaining whole was just better for his life in the long run—the juxtaposition of wanting to throw Titania out of the window and wanting to protect her was giving him a headache.

He twitched visibly at the pillow flying towards him, spun to catch it automatically and got a face full of it before it fell into his arms, startling an indignant huff from him. The bronzerider’s question should have made him even more angry—and really it was only too easy lately to be angry; anger was much more safe and dependable an emotion than any other. Instead A’emi closed his eyes, tempted to just use the pillow to smother himself instead of trying to deal with K’ian. Just…his lip curled in a faintly mocking sneer as he tossed the pillow back onto the bed, “Your oversized wannabe fiancée did that. Because of you, since apparently locked doors don’t mean shit when your lady love wants in somewhere.”

His tone had lost most of the fury of before. Acerbic, genuinely frustrated, yes, but he wasn’t snarling anymore. The soft background lull of Titania’s contentment probably had something to do with that; it was really difficult not to like K’ian instinctively when Titania was so fondly indulgent of Mouse. And…it was just stupid. Everything was stupid. Stupid Mouse, stupid Titania, stupid K’ian. Stupid him for fighting, even, maybe, Titania’s pull; maybe if he couldn’t remember he could stop wanting to gag. Maybe he’d be blissfully oblivious to the total mess that had been people trying to have at it in his weyr, and maybe he wouldn’t remember that ridiculously giant man trying to have wall sex with K’ian.

A’emi made an unconscious, helpless sound of disgust at the memory, and actually reached up towards his eyes, as if clawing them out would’ve been preferable to that mental image. Pressing thumb and forefinger against his eyes, he huffed out a noise somewhere between amusement and frustration, and said, “I’m about a hundred and fifty percent sure I don’t actually want to know the answer to this right now, but…how much do you remember? Because, by the way, Kyrahth wants to rip your face off, which may or may not be valuable information for the next time you plan on going outside.”

[Zephyr]

K’ian was completely unaware of A’emi’s violent thoughts towards him, and if he hadn’t been in his current state, he probably would have thought that said thoughts were terribly funny. The thought of A’emi being able to beat anyone up would have amused K’ian on the best of days. Despite his nasty demeanor, he didn’t seem the type to be able to physically beat someone up. Unless that someone was a certain red haired blue rider. As it was, K’ian wouldn’t have been amused had he known about the thoughts…and from the blonde’s actions, he was starting to get an inkling of how he felt. Not that it mattered, really. K’ian was so far from caring how A’emi felt, it wasn’t even funny.

Jaw dropped open at the greenrider’s proclamation. “ What. The. Fuck?” He said slowly. The details of the run were murky at best, but he thought he remembered a giant, and the only real giant in the weyr was…oh Faranth no. Cainith? That…was something he just didn’t want to think about. So he hated A’emi right then and there for asking how much he remembered. Hoor switching over to anger, he narrowed his eyes at the greenrider, ready to do a whole lot more than throw a pillow at him. There was a calming presence in his mind though. Mouse was genuinely pleased, happy and delighted at the same time. The emotional green that had affected him so much the previous night bled into him, dimming down the desire to rip A’emi a new one.

He gave a slight snort in a strangled attempt to be angry at the other man. “ Not much, if that’s what you’re worried about. Mostly only bits and pieces when you mention things. So, for the love of Fatanth. Stop. Talking about it.” He realized that A’emi probably remembered most of it and it wasn’t exactly fair that he didn’t, but he had never been more pleased at the thought of being blissfully unaware of anything.

[Avu]

What?

What the fuck?

A’emi went still, and the look he aimed at K’ian was absolutely deadly. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, “I wasn’t aware that answering your question involved forcing you to stay here and listen to me. Am I really that fascinating to you, bronze rider? Are you being deliberately obtuse, or are you just straight-up masochistic? You can go.” Phrased as a suggestion, but as much a dismissal as any. But then again, this particular bronzer didn’t seem to be one for taking a hint, did he? Or at least, had an attention span rivaling but probably not surpassing that of a goldfish; hadn’t he just been raring to get out a minute ago? Until he’d asked a question, which A’emi had answered and now the truth was all his fault, oh yes, very logical.

You’re very angry. Kyrahth. Unexpected. Her voice was muted, wary, in his mind, and so softly uncertain that A’emi’s gaze flickered away from K’ian towards the empty weyrledge. Don’t be. Bronzes are never worth it anyway. Do you need me to come bite him in half? A pause, as she allowed the weight of her sincerity to sink in. I can, if you want. Who’s even going to miss him? I won’t even get blood on the floor, if you don’t want to clean up.

That’s very… A’emi blinked, and his mouth twitched into a half-startled, half-sarcastic smirk at K’ian, the man lifting one hand and making a condescending shooing gesture towards him, That’s very sweet, Kyr, less because he actually thought it was a sweet offer because he was not that screwed up in the head and more because he didn’t know what else to call it. Thoughtful, maybe. It was, if you didn’t count the charges of first-degree murder involved. Whatever. Clearly K’ian didn’t want to hear about Kyrahth intending to gut him; far be it from A’emi to ensure that he remained alive if he ever chanced across her. That’d be far too nice and apparently it wouldn’t be appreciated anyway.

This was just…not his problem anymore.

[Zephyr]

He hadn’t think what he had asked of A’emi had been that difficult of a request. But the look that the greenrider tossed him showed K’ian that it absolutely was. A frown met the bronzerider’s face as the man started speaking, his voice deadly soft. Afterwards, he gave a little snort. “ You asked me a question too, greenie. I was just answering. Don’t get your panties in a bunch when my answer isn’t what you want to hear.” He said, his own eyes narrowed. A’emi had just about gotten on his last nerve, and still, Mouse’s contently sleepy thoughts seeped through, taking some of the venom out of his own words.

Goddamned salamandyr.

K’ian had noticed Romeoth’s lack of presence. He didn’t know where the dragon had run off to the night before, he surely wasn’t in their weyr. The rider was glad, at least, his dragon wasn’t here to make fun of the situation. He might just have to punch the coppery bronze in the nose next time he saw him. Or, better yet, punch A’emi in the face. He stared at the greenrider for a second, hand balling into a fist slowly as he stared at him contemplatively, seriously considering punching the little man’s lights out before the snarky shit could say anything else.

It didn’t even fucking matter. He released his fist with a slow exhale through his teeth. He didn’t need to be here anymore enduring the insults of someone who didn’t seem to care about giving him the time of day. K’ian wouldn’t have minded being friends with A’emi, if the man could have let go of his preconceived notions about bronzers for half a fucking second. It was true. A’emi had never even given K’ian a chance. And at this point, he just didn’t give a fuck. He didn’t care, and it showed in his demeanor as he left A’emi’s weyr.

“ I’ll get your door fixed.” He muttered as he left. Because, even after everything, K’ian was still a decent guy…even to some shit who didn’t care about him. Whatever.