Crash and Burn (Lotty)

[Lotty]

No. No Faranth no. No. No. No.

Nooooooo.

You could tell this was a serious situation when K'sel was willing to say Faranth and not "ugly gold lump". She was on him. It was too late, he couldn't escape now, he had to go all the way with this act and do exactly as he said: cuddle. It was actually a much better alternative to the other possibility...not that he wasn't like any other teenage male, but emotionally damaging developing dragons was not his idea of a good time. Oh and then there was the whole fact that they normally hated each other. The weyrling almost wondered if they weren't created to fuel one another's misery, but he was convinced that while it was true that he got under her skin, the term was figurative and should never, ever, be literal.

He sighed heavily and began to remove his knife and belt, if only to avoid impaling himself in his sleep, and loosing his collar because by the first egg, this girl was radiating heat. Hopefully she wouldn't take it any other way. After he finished his awkward fumbling - all of which was a big way to stall - he came to the conclusion that he in fact, had to get all the way in this bed and....embrace his arch enemy. This was sort of an odd spin on the saying "keep your enemies closer". With a scowl, he rolled over, pulling his other half onto the bed.

He wasn't hesitant about his next actions out of fear of the plague (little did he realize or want to admit, he already had it) but because he wasn't exactly sure on how to cuddle. Cuddling? You don't stick around to cuddle, you get up and go before you get caught, before anything turned into a mushy, harper's love ballad, before things got weird. This whole thing put him in a very vulnerable position, but nonetheless he snuggled up close and wrapped an arm around the girl, ignoring the comment about his "mood".

"Yep, this is what I want. Just laying here," and he tried to close his eyes, but really he was too busy making sure she passed out first and didn't attempt to murder him in his sleep.

Pettahth watched curiously, though he was being incessantly reminded by his rider that this was all just nothing, it didn't seem like nothing. Why would he go near someone he disliked? But people were so very confusing. His had always been especially confusing, but his little antics were slowly becoming more clear. Until then, he could make friends with Nuoth. You should come in! You can take Hazleth's couch, it is no good to stand in the doorway.

[Ember]

Nephele felt...comfortable? Very hot though. Why was it so hot? She squirmed slightly but stilled as the man reached for his knife. Had she done something wrong? She watched critically for a moment and then sighed when no blade emerged. She rested her head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest. Although, as a silent 'invitation' in case P'mon thought she forgot this was likely a one time thing she gave his jaw a lick. She blinked, wondering why it felt like a familiar action. She was sure she had never down that to any of the Benden riders before...

Nuoth blinked at Pettahth's invitation and nodded thankfully. She wandered tiredly to the other couch and curled up on it, fluttering her wings once. For such a young dragon it had been a tiring day indeed. She thought she ought to talk with Pettahth, as this was his room and apparently Hazleth's. She simply couldn't find the energy as she rested her head and her lids slid closed over her eyes. Though she struggled to stay asleep for Hers she found herself sleeping into the sweetness of sleep. A 'mumbled' appology managed to make it out to Pettahth first though, and to Hers.

Whether it was Nuoth's voice or the lick was anyone's guess but Nephele finally connected things together. The heat...of course this wasn't Benden. This was the southern continent and she was at Selenitas (not to mention she had a fever). Then P'mon...this wasn't P'mon who was holding her. A very slight frown marred her features for a brief moment. She could remember now, slowly. Nuoth, Charming, Misfit. Her bondmates. Misfit...ah she'd mistaken a brown dragon for her Misfit. So then...their names...

Nope, wouldn't come so easily. She did remember the dizzyness though, and the nausea. She was very sick. She'd all but collapsed on the couches of the common room. That must have been when she dazed out. She blinked as suddenly she remembered who was holdng her. Cuddling with her. He'd...carried her from the common room? What the heck....Nephele glanced at K'sel and barely managed to supress a glare. Right, she was supposed to think he was P'mon. Why him of all people? Why either of them? Gah, whatever. K'sel obviously expected her to fall asleep as she would with P'mon and she doubted she could walk to her own room. She closed her eyes and felt the tiredness wash over her. Mmph. He was comfy. She'd put up with it for the night. Still...just to be malicious (she had no doubt that she had given up far too much info)... "G'night K'sel," she mumbled before she fell asleep.

[Lotty]

This wasn't the couch he was longing for. All he wanted all day was to lounge in that common room, and this is what he got. But, finally K'sel was getting comfortable...and he didn't want to admit it, but this cuddling thing wasn't so bad. Those overly macho types who told him that such acts were for the sappy, for the hopeless romantics, were all full of it, they were just hiding their guilty pleasures. It was all so very nice and innocent. In a perfect world he wouldn't be with Nephele however. No, not with someone who hated him...and since there seemed to be such a long list of people who were right there with her, it didn't seem that this opportunity would ever come around again any time soon. He'd have to make the most out of what he had.

With a yawn he had finally closed his eyes. Eyesore had flitted in at some point, and hid in his typical fashion. Pettahth had managed to fall into a slumber as soon as Nuoth had taken to his roomate's couch and so that left only K'sel and Nephele to the sandman's whims. He was very close to sleep himself if it wasn't for the girl's last words of the night. That evil, evil, conniving woman from the most evil pits of Benden! If he hadn't lost his will to fight in the sea of lethargy he would have shaken her awake and demanded answers! It was too late now, instead he'd just have to fight through nightmares all night....

G'night K'sel...oh it was so rage inducing. Don't even suggest to him that she knew, that she wasn't delirious a bit, that she had played him like a fool. The nerve. This whole incident could mean so many things. She could have lied the whole time to flush him out to be nice. She could use this as a funny tale to tell her gossip buddies in her weyrling group. Or maybe she really did just come to...and she still chose to be with him? The possibilities were endless. The possibilities were frankly frightening. The scarier thing was that he too...had decided to stay. He was still in bed with her. What kind of twisted, messed up, couple were they? He closed his eyes again, he would have nothing more than a shallow, troubled, sleep.