Left Together

Writers: Chelle, Cymiri
Date Posted: 29th July 2014

Characters: D'lorn, S'jen
Description: The greenrider wants a dance.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 7, day 19 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Ameala

"Seriously S'jen, I want a dance." D'lorn was giving him the look. The
greenrider had finally gotten the weyrlings settled and he wanted a little
fun before he had to turn in. It was going to be an early morning after all.
Still, he had joined in the small party a few days after Threadfall to
celebrate being alive.

S'jen lazily flicked his hooded eyes up and down the greenrider. "And I
would like a pile of marks and to lie on a beach all day."
He winked. "Ask nicely and I might just." He was already rising, though.

"Will you dance with me then, bluerider?" D'lorn asked, though the
greenrider had walked over to him and took his hand to lead him onto the
floor. This was a night to celebrate and it also helped that he thought
S'jen was rather good looking. He'd never told him so exactly but he didn't
think it was that hard to figure out.

"Since you ask so nicely." He flashed him a grin as he returned the grip.

The music was upbeat and he smiled. Coming face-to-face with S'jen, he moved
to the beat, noticing the way the bluerider held himself. D'lorn grinned to
himself thinking this had been too easy. And he really was enjoying it.

"So, stranger..." S'jen said quietly. "You've been quiet. About the last
thing I'd usually call you. You must be pleased with the new Weyrlings,
though."

"It's not going to be an easy class for sure though there are only a few I'd
say to watch. The senior weyrlings are doing very well except the greenrider
that won't graduate." That was a complication to be sure. "And I could say
the same for you, you know."

"That I don't want to grow up?" He flashed a curvy grin with the deliberate
misunderstanding. "Where's the fun in that?"

"That you've been quiet. I don't think anyone wants to grow up." D'lorn
continued to dance with him, enjoying the close contact with the bluerider.
"You haven't been running off with anyone have you?"

"You know me..." S'jen left his answer ambiguously at that. He did shift his
hands to a little more intimate of a grip, however.

Bringing his head to rest on the other man's shoulder, he sighed. He did
know S'jen. The man always smelled of fresh leaves, even more so when it
rained. He knew that he had nice shoulders. The greenrider stopped talking
for awhile and just brought himself closer, dreaming.

S'jen chuckled softly at the reaction. Not what he'd anticipated. But he
gently cradled the greenrider through the rest of the set, leaving him to
his dream world. For all the bluster, S'jen had a gentle streak. When the
music finally paused, he whispered gently, "Time to wake up, sleepy head."

He hadn't been sleeping. No daydreaming was more like it. Still, D'lorn kept
a smile on his face as he let go and stepped back, clapping to the harpers
for the music. "Thank you for the dance." His eyes held his gratefulness as
well as something more.

For just a split second longer then necessary, S'jen's hands lingered on the
others. His smile twinkled. "Of course. Now have a drink with me."
The gentle smile remained in place.

"Ah hmmm what sort of drink?" Ale or quikal? D'lorn tried to think about
what he had put down his gullet last and was coming up empty. Of course the
fruit liquor didn't have as much alcohol in it. He followed the bluerider
along, passing through the people on the dance floor.

"Whichever you prefer it to be..." He couldn't resist putting a certain spin
on the suggestion.

"I suppose ale would be nice. Not as fuzzying and it makes the belly warm."
Of course a good flavored ale was good on the palate too.

S'jen laughed merrily at the greenrider's direct understanding of the
question, but disappeared to grab the requested beverage, back within
minutes. "As you wished, m'Lord."

"Oh enough of that lord nonsense." With his Weyrlingmaster rank, he
outranked S'jen. Without that, though, the bluerider would be the same as
him. Grinning, he took the ale and knocked a gulp back. "Good stuff. So,
what are you doing after this party, bluerider?"

"Nothing much." It may have sounded a little more forlorn then he'd wanted.
"Probably sleeping off the party. At least, one can hope!"

He laughed at the tongue-in-cheek reply. Typical S'jen. "Care to join me
then?" D'lorn wasn't always so forward but lately he had decided he was
being a little ridiculous. He wasn't getting any younger. And anyway, it
helped to calm him down.

"I can't think of much I'd prefer." The smile twinkled again.

Last updated on the July 29th 2014

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