Take a bite of my heart tonight ~Tags Req

[Rei]

Tch Hatching Feasts.

Bunch of pointless socializing. There where much better things to do in Sel’n’s not so humble opinion. Like spending time with demons in the form of women? Not nice. Vanity commented from the man’s shoulder, her tiny claws pricking him through the fabric of his shirt. “Well the truth hurts Harpy.” The older rider replied as he finished buttoning up the dark navy dress shirt and took a brief look in his mirror. In all honesty he didn’t even know why he was bothering. He was only going to see Kalierre. The same woman he spent time with for hours every night on a near daily basis. She’d seen him in everything, and nothing. So why? Perhaps it was a desire to play the part of well dressed company even if they didn’t plan to go to the feast. Because if Sel’n could convince the greenrider to skip the feast and just hang out in the infirmary, he was going to.

Kaaoloth rumbled. Well what do you know. You don’t clean up bad at all. Rolling his eyes the man turned from the mirror. “I suppose that means I have your approval oh great and mighty wher face?” The brown snorted. Must you be so mean? You wound me. “I’m sure I do.” Stepping forward the rider turned in a brief circle for his dragon. Makes your ass look fat. Vanity frilled and trilled in mirth. Fat ass. Fat ass. Growling Sel’n jammed his boots on his feet. “Should know better than to even ask you by now.” Yes you should. Kaaoloth replied with amusement whirling through his eyes before amending his comment. You look fine. Nervous? “Tch never.” Grabbing a bottle of wine from it’s spot on the table the brownrider saluted his beast. “Good evening don’t tear the place down while I’m gone.” I’ll try not to.

Stepping out into the hallway Sel’n wasted little time in making his way to the infirmary. The trip was short and as he entered the medical smelling hallways Vanity wasted no time in leaping off him to go find Lust. Shaking his head and giving a half smile the brownrider watched her go before he set himself to finding a particular greenrider. It didn’t take him long to find Kalierre and trying his best to be sneaky he crept up behind her before leaning over to whisper in her ear. “Can I kidnap you dear Dragon lady or do you have heads to bite off tonight?” Idly he tapped the bottle of wine against her hip. Maybe she didn’t need a bribe but it was always nice to offer an incentive.

[Requiem]

Finally. Peace. Her mindmates were well-loved, but they didn't know the meaning of the word quiet. Often she felt as if her mind was the battlegrounds they raged across. Even Phremath. Perhaps especially Phremath, ever since she started trying to stick up for Fury. The green salamandyr didn't really need help, but Lust was not the type to let an argument go uncontested, and it was rare for a candlemark to go by without all three breaking into a 'discussion' that was more a chaotic clusterfuck than anything else.

Running her fingers through Rel's hair and making a mental note that he'd need that cut sometime soon, Kalierre straightened, trusting Phremath to wake up if Rel stirred and wriggled free. His arm was half-thrown over her snout, after all, and Lust had curled protectively in his hair before falling asleep. Fury was tucked into a crack. She hated being off the ground, even on furniture, and was far too smart to sleep anywhere she might get squished, but sleep she did. Satisfied that her loves were all settled and safe, the woman brushed her hands down her fitted clothes and took up her cane to hobble back out into the infirmary. She had the evening shift, but she'd given most of the staff off for the feast; it was quiet.

Too quiet, actually. Kalierre was grateful for how little time she had left to think, but in the silence of her solitude she found that her unacknowledged sorrow slipped around her in a subtle but unrelenting grip. She tsked softly to herself, walking the rooms, mostly empty at this hour, before ending at her office. Glowbasket uncovered, the dragonhealer leaned over the front of her desk, braid coiling on the desktop beneath her torso as she rifled through the piles there. Schedules, inventories, records on healers - the Hatching meant rearranging the shifts again, adjusting to the new time constraints on some of her journeymen - and the most recent research from Healer Hall on new diseases that had emerged during the recent turns.

A small smile turned up one corner of her lips. Half of these things should be R'wign's jurisdiction. Funny how he didn't make a fuss about that. It was fine, though. Kalierre wasn't sure she really wanted to trust so much of her infirmary to the boy. He was reliable for his age but that was all. Kalierre would never criticize him for his work with the infirmary when she was gone, especially since it was too much for any one person as it was and he was brand new to it, but the mess that had to be brought back under control when she'd gotten back was extensive. Meira. Soon, she would discuss some of the administrative workings with the girl. Probably when she earned her journeyman knots. Junior weyrwomen were far more flexible than riders on wings when it came to covering other shifts, and Meira had the head for it.

If Sel'n had meant to give her a heart attack - and get himself stabbed - he very nearly succeeded. The woman jumped out of her skin, not going very far given he had her half-pinned to the table. As his voice registered, she let the slender surgical blade slide back into place in her wrist sheath, snorting and shouldering him back enough to turn. Kalierre seated herself on the desk and wrapped her fingers around the bottle. "I would have thought you'd be celebrating with everyone else, old man." She tugged the bottle closer and let a brow rise. "Isn't this a gift? You're holding on to it awfully tight." The greenrider finally allowed herself a smile. "There are no heads around tonight to bite off. Unless you're volunteering? I must warn you, though, you'll find it impossible to kidnap me to any point beyond the infirmary; I'm the skeleton shift this evening."