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Post by weaving on Jun 6, 2009 21:55:50 GMT -5
Ow. Ow ow owowowowow. Owwwwww. Why did everything hurt so much? She felt as though she’d been knocked against a wall several times for every muscle ached. Of course, the answer to how she’d gotten into such a sore state was easy for her to pinpoint. Brat, the sharding creature, had decided to Run. Even if she hadn’t been able to feel the queen’s smugness, she would have remembered. Yes, she remembered that much, though who the queen had finally chosen was a bit more hazy. There was a warm body next to her and she could only hope that it wasn’t Darya’s. She half-expected it to be. After all, the woman was bonded to one of two unmated bronze salamandyrs in the weyr. Surely Brat would have chosen her own kind over a firelizard, though there had only been two firelizards chasing, if she remembered correctly. A brown and a blue. There’d been a few brown salamandyrs as well, though she didn’t know who they belonged to, nor did she much care. She fully planned on getting herself back to her weyr before her companion awoke.
However, it only took a few moments for her to realize that the body next to her was decidedly male. They’re limbs were far too tangled for her not to notice certain extra appendages and a hand that certainly didn’t look feminine rested all-too-comfortably on her chest, causing her to frown at it in slight irritation. She probably hardly knew this person and yet here they were, groping her. She supposed that she couldn’t really blame them. After all, mating lust made people do silly things. She probably hadn’t been on her best behavior that night either. Oops?
A deep sigh caused instant pain, her eyes snapping open at the intensity of it. Well, that only meant one thing. Of course, she should have figured that once caught up in run lust she would have completely forgotten about her healing shoulder. A tentative twitch told her that there was definitely something wrong, causing a long string of swears. And it had been almost healed too! Now it would be another month, at the very least. Shards and shells, she should have strangled Brat the instant she’d realized that the pest had wanted her. The creature certainly wasn’t worth all the trouble she caused.
Realizing that she wasn’t exactly being quiet, she quickly glanced over to where her companion lay, wondering if she’d woken them up. If she hadn’t yet, she probably would soon, for getting untangled from them was sure to wake whoever it was up. Long black hair covered up the man’s face, but even that was enough to answer her question. Of course, it would be R”wign. Her luck was just that bad. He’d probably never let her live this down, though as she sifted through the hazy memories, she realized that he did have her to thank. She’d rescued him from Darya after all. He should be bowing down and kissing her feet for that! It was certainly more than he’d done for her. On the plus side, he could probably take a look at her shoulder without her having to go anywhere. Maybe there were more upsides to this than she’d originally thought, though he’d probably make things difficult anyway just because it was what he did.
“R’wign, R’wign…get up. R’wiiiign I need your help. Pleeeaaase R’wign…” she nudged his leg with her foot as she spoke, hoping that would be enough to get the healer up. Surely he wasn’t that deep of a sleeper. And if he was she’d just shove him out of the bed. He was taking up entirely too much room as it was. She preferred a bedmate who didn’t hog all of the furs, thank you.
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Post by glamourie on Jun 6, 2009 22:51:10 GMT -5
Cursing. He heard cursing, and the sound of it hit him like a caravan - or at least, knocked enough awareness into R’wign for him to realize that his chest hurt something awful, that he was not alone in his furs, and he was not alone. By the egg, his chest was sore. At least they’d made it inside, and weren’t in the hallway, but -- he hadn’t had a bed partner since Marra died. Not in his furs. He was sure that he was going to be sore for days from sleeping in such an awkward position, too, curled around someone who was - well, not - not Marra. The warm body against his was barely registered as more than the source of the cursing, at least initially; he was trying to locate (mentally) where all his body was sore to adjust the problem. However, as the form moved, recognition all flooded back to him and R’wign did the best thing he could think of: he went completely limp, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, she’d overlook him. Or be embarrassed and flee. Lennae wasn’t Meira; he didn’t feel inclined to comfort her. She’d given him a feline. It licked his eyes when he slept. She deserved absolutely no mercy as far as he was concerned.
And speaking of fuzzballs, there was one laying on his legs. He could feel her fur, and the dull purr that escaped her as she snuggled between his feet. It took all of R’wign’s effort not to twitch in response, but he managed… barely. Barely.
Then his legs were nudged and R’wign groaned. At the end of the furs, the cream-colored feline cub flattened her ears and stalked up the line of R’wign’s legs, until she was perched most effectively on his side. She growled low in the back of her throat and gave Lennae an entirely unpleasant look as her tail lashed back and forth, clear evidence of her annoyance. This one was in her furs, with her pet, why was she there? And he obviously didn’t want her there if he wasn’t waking up. See how that worked? Maybe she needed to leave. Maybe if she hissed, the unwanted one would get the message? Flattening her ears entirely, the feline’s growl deepened before she let loose with a loud, angry yowl and that was all it took to completely convince R’wign that it was time for him to roll out of the furs and greet the day. The angry feline on his side just would not do.
Lifting his hand from off of Lennae (and it was so comfortable, too, pity), R’wign shoved the feline from his side and she fell off the side of the bed with an audible yowl. Indignantly, the kitten prowled around and then hopped back up onto her pet’s feet before purring at him; she loved him, she did, didn’t he see that? Well, soon, he would. She’d make him understand if she had to follow him around forever. She was patient. Licking her paw, the feline began to daintily groom her face, totally ignoring Lennae. If Hers didn’t want her help, fine. She didn’t care enough to bother with this one then.
“I can only imagine what you need my help with,” R’wign said quietly. He was lying on his right side, which put his good eye into the pillow; he couldn’t see her. That thought made R’wign push himself up off the bed, then he rolled over so that he was half-sprawled on top of Lennae, his hands propping his weight up. His hair fell over his face, brushing hers, and he quirked an eyebrow most suggestively. “What would you have me do to - I mean, for you, Lennae?” Okay. So he always woke up from flights/runs wanting more. He didn’t usually get it but that didn’t stop him from trying with the one person that he felt comfortable enough with to bother. If nothing else, her reaction was bound to be amusing… and R’wign really didn’t care if he got slapped. He was expecting it, actually. Playing with people was only fun when he got a response, after all.
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Post by weaving on Jun 6, 2009 23:32:10 GMT -5
While her attempts at waking him had been less than satisfactory, she’d apparently managed to wake up something. Something that was clearly not R’wign was moving down at the end of the furs and it quickly became apparent that it was the kitten that Sel’n had gotten him at the gather. She couldn’t help but smirk, realizing that it meant that he’d yet to get rid of the creature, even if it was being far less than kind to her at the moment. She couldn’t see the kitten that she’d picked out, though it was difficult to see much of anything except the ceiling from her current position. She’d turned her head to eye the cream-colored kitten warily. While it didn’t scare her, she’d rather not have to deal with scratch marks on top of everything else and it seemed as though the feline would be all too willing to give her a few.
She’d just lifted a hand to shoo the kitten off when R’wign beat her to it, pushing the creature off rather unkindly. Well, that wasn’t very nice of him now, was it? The kitten didn’t seem to mind too much for only moments later she felt the weight of her down at the foot of the bed, settling herself in again. Crazy animal. Couldn’t she tell that she wasn’t wanted? Briefly Lennae wondered if R’wign planned to kick her out in much the same fashion. Well, she’d like to see him try. Wounded or not, she had confidence that she could take on R’wign easily. He had a breathing disorder after all! Strenuous activity wasn’t good for him. Whoops. Well, he didn’t seem to be complaining at the moment, though he didn’t really seem to be saying much of anything.
That changed quickly as he finally answered her. And then promptly rolled over so as to be on top of her. She rolled her eyes in response. It figured that that would be the first thing he would think that she meant. Then again, she couldn’t honestly say that she didn’t want that…It had been so long. But no. First things first. She’d rather make sure that she wasn’t in danger of permanently losing full use of her arm before she went about satisfying some unnecessary itch. And with R’wign no less! He wasn’t bad looking at all, in fact far from it, but it was R’wign! Wrinkling her nose partially in response to that but also because his hair was tickling her, she reached up with her good hand to rub at her face and brush his hair back behind his ears before responding. He was so distracting!
“Fix my shoulder please?” She asked, flashing him the most pleasant smile she could muster, though she doubted that he would say no. It was partially his fault after all! It wasn’t as though she’d gone rolling around without some help. Thinking about that only served to remind her that here they were, lying together completely naked, and she was asking him to take a look at her arm, of all things. Well, no one said that they couldn’t do anything after he’d made sure that everything was perfectly fine. If he was offering then why not take full advantage of it? She doubted that he’d complain. “Maybe after you do that for me, we can figure out what you can do to me.”
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Post by glamourie on Jun 7, 2009 0:29:33 GMT -5
Oh, eye rolling, like that was going to dissuade him. Pfft. He should’ve known, though, that Lennae would be far less interesting when not being controlled by Brat’s needs. Siiiigh. Still, she deserved to be picked on, even if she surely thought otherwise… and having her pinned beneath him was surprisingly comfortable; he was half tempted to sprawl on top of her and go right back to sleep. His chest was so sore that he didn’t feel like moving around much. Not that it stopped him from doing so, but the soreness still was distracting. Though, not half as distracting as the looks Lennae was making, from the crinkling of her nose to actually brushing at his curls. He’d just cut them too - ironic how quickly the ends curled up again. Imagine if he hadn’t lopped off a good inch or so only moments before she’d intruded into his room? The curls were still on the floor, too. Which reminded him that he intended to mutilate his hair later… maybe he’d look less hideous if he cut it all off… Hnn. He cocked his head to the side, intentionally dislodging one long lock of hair from behind his ear in defiance. R’wign never claimed to be a very nice person.
“Fix it? Thought it already got fixed?” he asked, then propped himself up on his knees, straddling her waist. Perhaps an awkward position to look at, but it put him in perfect view to check where her injury was earlier. “It’s been more than twelve seven days, it ought to have healed -- unless you’ve been using that arm, which I’m fairly certain you were told not to do…” His hand moved to grace over her skin gently, but he wasn’t looking anywhere but at her shoulder. Healer-mode. Even her joking jab was lost on him, but that was more because he was focusing on what could have complicated her injury more. Yes, she was using the arm earlier, and she hadn’t seemed pained then, but it was possible the runlust completely distracted her. His mind ran through different things he could do -- but… it didn’t look swollen, which meant it probably was just surface pain.
Pushing his hair back out of his face (in an act not unlike hers only moments before), R’wign crinkled his nose. One hand came up to itch at the eye patch over his left eye, while the other examined her arm. For all appearances, she was mostly healed…
“Lennae, your arm isn’t even swollen.” There wasn’t any accusation in his voice, but there was worry. “After this length of time, you should be healed - and for all appearances, are, aside from some bruising that uh… has nothing to do with your old injuries.” And everything to do with being flung into his furs. No need to remind her of that. “There’s not much I can do. The basic treatment for a broken collarbone is resting the affected arm and a sling. I can put you in another sling, but I don’t think you need one. I’d have to haul you down to the infirmary to do tests to be sure, but--” He lifted his head, and crinkled his nose. “I’ve got some numbweed jars in here, for the pain.” He felt guilty; if he’d made an injury worse, he’d probably have wallowed… but… after almost four months, Lennae’s shoulder and collarbone should’ve been completely fine, and he didn’t see any swelling. Phantom pains, perhaps? He saw that a lot in patients who had lost limbs, and if Lennae was expecting her shoulder to hurt, it might have made more sense…
If she was in pain, that he could at least treat. Why did Kalierre have to be totally out of commission when he needed her most? She was the one who was good at diagnosing unusual injuries, or explanations for things he couldn’t otherwise locate. He’d seen Lennae before and as far as he knew, she was treated by one of the better healers -- wasn’t Jermayan the one who patched her up? It seemed unlikely he’d make a mistake, and there wasn’t any of the symptoms aside from pain… “I can get some tea made for you, too, if you prefer that…”
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Post by weaving on Jun 8, 2009 16:46:29 GMT -5
She frowned as he purposely shook his hair free to hang in her face, the jerk, though she was quickly distracted as he changed positions to straddle her. Well, that was certainly awkward. Of course, she was fully aware that he was merely checking her shoulder. Of course she’d used her arm, though she’d been careful. How could the healers honestly expect her not to use it for such a long period of time? She’d thought she’d been gentle, and when she’d gone in to get the sling removed, Jermayan had pronounced her fully healed but that didn’t change the fact that it hurt now. This wasn’t the first time that it had happened, though a few drops of fellis usually did the trick. Pity that they’d ended up in R’wign’s weyr instead of hers. She had a small vial stashed away for such occurrences, making it easy to ignore the problem. In fact, a few drops right now would be quite nice. Surely R’wign had some.
“No more slings.” She absolutely refused. If he so much as seriously considered that as an option then she’d take his other eye right then and there. Those sevendays had been sheer torture, and if she so much as tried to get away without the sling, Jermayan had jumped down her throat. Sharding healers, thinking that they knew what was best all the time. Well, if R’wign said there was nothing wrong physically that he could tell, she’d believe him. After all, he wasn’t stupid. Maybe there was something mentally wrong with her that was making her think she was hurting. Maybe her brain was just broken and there was nothing they could do about it. In that case, what then?
“Fellis usually does the trick,” she mentioned casually. “Maybe that in some tea would be good.” Numbweed always made her feel gross and worse, it numbed her entire shoulder. Fellis just made the pain go away with the added bonus of pleasant mental affects. Being a healer, she was sure that R’wign had some around and if not, well, her weyr wasn’t that far away. A quick jog down the hallway and a flight of stairs would get her there in a matter of minutes. Why she insisted on fellis only might have sounded odd, but she was convinced that it was the only thing that would work. She was perfectly willing to go and get herself some if R’wign refused to give her any. He’d probably go on about addictions, but that was just silly. She knew what addictions felt like. She only liked fellis because it worked so well.
The idea of tea sounded nice and it also reminded her that she was absolutely starving. When was the last time that she’d eaten? Dinner yesterday, and who knew how long her and R’wign had slept in this morning. As if reading her mind, her stomach rumbled quite loudly. “Tea would be nice along with a giant breakfast. In case you couldn’t tell, I’m absolutely starving. I’m assuming you’re in a similar position. Late night activities often do that to you.” She was tired of talking about injuries; either he’d give her some fellis or she’d get it herself. From what she’d remembered of last night, things had been good, better than she had in recent months (though that really wasn’t saying much), and she was more than willing to see if that thought held true.
Lazily, she let one hand trail up and down R’wign’s thigh while looking up at him. Yes, food and some afternoon delight sounded quite lovely. For the moment she was perfectly willing to ignore their playful (at least on her part) enmity. After all, he had deserved that kitten, whether he wanted to admit it or not and while he had yet to get her back for it, she wouldn’t be surprised when it happened. However, for the moment all of that was pushed aside in favor or more pleasant things.
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Post by glamourie on Jun 9, 2009 6:31:23 GMT -5
Fellis…? R’wign raised an eyebrow at Lennae, and for a moment was silent. Did she know how she sounded…? How often was she taking fellis? If she was using it continually, odds were, that was the source of the pain: psychological. He didn’t have any fellis in his room. He didn’t keep the stuff near him. With the occasional pain that he had from his chest it would have been tempting to string himself out on it - and he was pretty sure that he was prone to addictions, all things considered. Better to keep away temptation. Hmph. What he did have, though, was sedatives. That was an interesting thought and though R’wign was careful not to look too compliant (no healer freely gave away fellis, after all), he did eventually scoot down Lennae’s legs before turning toward the trunk at the end of his bed. That one movement took her very distracting trunk away, while his mind reeled with ideas. Ideas that would probably have had Lennae throwing things at him, which meant they were perfect for revenge. She’d brought it all on herself…
“Breakfast and tea. Don’t ask for much, do you?” he inquired playfully before flinging himself off the end of the bed. He landed on his knees next to his trunk as all of his fire lizards disappeared between… presumably to head to the kitchens. R’wign pulled out a small metal tin, a glass vial with some strangely clear liquid within, and a pot. Then he grabbed a robe and wound it around himself (for what little modesty could be salvaged of their situation) before standing up properly and stretching. “And after I was so kind to you. I didn’t let the scary old lady get you this time, and you bought me a feline that licks my eyelids when I’m sleeping if I haven’t got the eye patch on. He always goes for the right one. I think you owe me an apology, my dear. The one who should be bringing breakfast in bed and tea is you.”
Razzing her was necessary - part of being believable. Lennae wouldn’t suspect a thing if he acted ‘normal’ (by R’wign standards). And he didn’t want her getting onto his idea, or suspecting that he was up to something.
“You’re just lucky I’m an herbalist; I have all my tea supplies on hand… and I just happen to have a vial of fellis with me. I suppose I’ll be wasting my breath if I lecture you on the dangers of using it too often?” Quite obviously yes. Rather than wait for her response, R’wign knelt down and grabbed the pot as well as a skin of water. Filling it, he moved to the fire place, set in the extra rack for making tea, and put the pot on top of it. Then he stood back up and roamed his way back to the bed; it would take several minutes for the water to boil, which meant he had time enough to have some fun first… and he wasn’t about to waste his golden opportunity. How often would he end up with Lennae in his furs, really? Besides. It could’ve been worse. Much worse. She could’ve been K’iel. He did not want to moth for some man… even if K’iel was… well, more womanly than most.
Climbing onto the furs, R’wign propped his elbows up on either side of Lennae’s shoulders and cast her a playful smile. “We were going to talk about what I can do to you, correct?” he asked. “While the water boils and my fire lizards go to get you breakfast?” Actually, his fire lizards were gone to bother D’nar; he wasn’t her drudge to act on Lennae’s every whim, no matter what she obviously thought. If he wouldn’t do that for the likes of Marra, to whom he was weyrmated prior to her death, he was not about to go and fetch food and basically dote on someone he probably would never bed again. Pfft. She didn’t need to know that. “I’m curious as to exactly what you have in mind…”
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Post by weaving on Jun 10, 2009 1:20:37 GMT -5
His questioning gaze was met with a stubborn stare as she looked up at him, her features set in a way that just dared him to argue with her. She’d tensed, fully prepared for an onslaught of questions and accusations from the healer, who would doubtlessly try and warn her of the dangers of addiction, something he probably had very little first-hand experience with. Well, she’d be more than happy to assure him that that simply wasn’t the case. Her shoulder hurt occasionally and fellis helped. End of discussion. However, as he slid off of her with no objection, her eyes widened slightly in surprise. This wasn’t the R’wign she knew. She’d at least expect a few minutes worth of teasing. Of course, just as that thought flashed through her mind, he spoke, and instantly everything made sense again. Her lips twitched upward into a smirk at his comment, and she rolled over onto her side, propping her head up with her hand to watch him move about.
“Breakfast and tea shouldn’t be too difficult for someone with so many talents,” she replied lightly. Teasing she could handle; serious talk, not so much. As long as things kept going the way they were, she’d be perfectly fine. “Better that it lick you than eat you, hmm? As it is, I’m not inclined to put on clothes at the moment and I don’t think that the rest of the weyr would approve of me walking about in the nude and while you have your fair of firelizards, I only have Brat, who would probably eat the entire breakfast before making it back here.” Clearly, it was far more logical to have R’wign get the breakfast and make the tea. After all, he was already up and moving about.
Thankfully he had some fellis here, which meant she didn’t need to get back to her weyr yet. His furs were ridiculously comfortable and she couldn’t help but wonder how the healer ever managed to leave the comfort of his weyr. There had to be several different blankets, a nice change from her weyr, which had only the one fur necessary to keep her warm at night. It made getting up that much easier, and while her back didn’t thank her for it, it meant that she’d never be late to anywhere that she needed to be. Sleeping in wasn’t in her vocabulary, but she was thinking of adding it quite shortly. If she ever made it out of R’wign’s bed that was.
Flopping onto her back and allowing herself to sink into the bed, she was pleased to find that R’wign had decided to join her only moments later. She smirked up at him as he spoke; they didn’t have time enough to do anything too fun, but she was certain that they could fill up the time quite nicely. Clearly R’wign wasn’t too upset with the feline if he was willing to put himself in this position, which was good. While the kitten had been revenge, she hadn’t thought that it was bad enough to actually seriously upset him.
“Well, what I’m thinking of certainly doesn’t require clothing,” she answered coyly, reaching up to undo the tie that held his robe closed shut. No, clothing would simply get in the way, and where was the fun in that? Letting her hands travel upward, she placed them on his shoulders to push the robe back over them before letting the tips of her fingers drag down his chest, continuing down to his hips. “How’s that sound?”
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Post by glamourie on Jun 12, 2009 14:49:42 GMT -5
So many talents. Pfft. She was about to find out just how many talents he really did have. Some part of him felt a teensie bit guilty about… well, deceiving her. R’wign was not normally intentionally deceptive. The other half of him felt vindicated. It wasn’t as though he’d do anything to ever hurt Lennae. Make her uncomfortable? Yes, certainly, and he thought humiliation a fair trade off, but… he wouldn’t actually ever harm her. Besides, she did not sound remotely embarrassed about trying to manipulate him-- or about giving him a pet he did not want. Nine was really way too many. It was a wonder he hadn’t exploded from having so many things in his life dependent on him. Seven flits, two felines. He was lucky in the respect that the two felines managed to hunt on their own and therefore he didn’t normally have to feed them (although the female one was prone to begging when he was eating, nuisance that she was; Sel’n was going down) but still, it was more responsibility than one person should have and then he had a greenrider trying to swindle him into bringing her food. And people referred to him as shameless. In comparison, he was downright responsible!
Though, she had a point about Brat. Of all the salamandyrs his silly brown could Chase, why did he have to pick that ridiculous gold? Couldn’t he become fond of some sweet green? There had to be a nice one out there somewhere. Even if every salamandyr he’d ever met was totally obnoxious, he had yet to give up hope that at least one of them in existence wasn’t completely infuriating. Oh, wait. Jermayan’s wasn’t. But -- he was a bronze. Phoo.
Fortunately, most of those thoughts were pushed away as her fingers moved, first over the tie of his robe, then up; a slender eyebrow raised playfully, and more than a little reluctance passed through his mind. It was very tempting to take her up on her offer, but she’d quickly find out he really didn’t have any fellis if he did… and somehow he doubted Lennae would thank him for attempting a placebo effect on her, even if he was sure that it would work (and if it didn’t, it was a true addiction, which was even worse). So he had to go through with it… even though he was not going to get to act on that offer because of it. Shards. He was pretty sure she’d rescind it once all was said and done, too, more’s the pity. His furs felt much nicer with someone in them, a warm body to curl up to… more complete. Pfft.
“Certainly is tempting,” he admitted, and that was absolute honesty. R’wign shrugged the robe free of his arms. One hand moved up to trail his index finger over the line of her shoulder and his gaze swept down her face, to her chest, and back again appraisingly. In any other position, he probably would have expected a slap for that one motion, but… they were naked (save his flimsy robe, it hardly counted) in his furs, he thought he was entitled to look. Bbesides, he’d seen the whole show earlier, hadn’t he…? If she wanted to be irrationally modest, it was definitely not the best time to do so. “But I don’t think we have time to do… most of what I would love to be doing… not before your tea is ready, anyway… so let’s think on what we do have time for?”
Not much, really. At least, not much in the time span he was imagining he’d have before the sedative kicked in from the tea. It wouldn’t take more than a couple sips to have an effect; he kept potent sedatives in his weyr to knock himself out. He didn’t sleep well anymore, as a result of the attack on Selenitas, and well -- there were worse things to be dependent on than sleeping aids. For example, he could have fixated on fellis, like a certain someone (he was pretty sure it was an addiction). But -- no. His poison of choice just put him to sleep so he could continue to do his job. Was that really so terrible…? Considering that when he closed his eyes, all he saw was Marra’s face, he thought it was more a merciful action… but he was going on a four month dependency; maybe he ought to have cut down. Hmm. Something to consider, but not right then. Not with a naked woman beneath him.
“And where ever do I start?”
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