Post by roz on Jul 11, 2021 19:43:37 GMT -5
G’deon :: Brown Ageth
He knew where he was and he knew very well why he was here. It might have been in the back of his mind before he punched that self-righteous p***k T’ran in the face that he would end up here. Where else would they send someone that punched their wing leader in the face. G’deon snorted softly, the man shouldn’t have talked about Gael. Pft, as if he had the right to suggest he knew what the freck she would have wanted. He wasn’t angry or upset. Well not about being here in Mavros. He had his own weyr unlike many here in Marvos and he didn’t give two flips if he had to go to a communal bathing area. No one, well almost no one knew his story or what he’d done so fresh start right?
A fresh start, yes! Try not to screw it up to mine. Ageth’s thoughts drifted to him down the link they shared. Perhaps a little less wine? the brown added making the man take an even longer draw from the wineskin in his hand. It was late...very very late and yes they had their very first drills with their new wing in the morning but G’deon had become a master of functioning with a hangover. He was fine (not) “I am a grown man Ageth I know how much is too much now leave me alone.” he snapped but the brown paid his little heed. Clearly you do not but fine have it your way! the brown said shifting so he could see the water better.
G’deon liked being outside, sitting on a beach, and drinking. It was pretty much all he liked anymore, that and sex with whatever random female fell for his questionable charms. He sighed and leaned back against the brown hind haunce taking another drink and lost in his own thoughts he failed to notice someone approaching from along the shoreline. He certainly had no clue they were actually going to come to speak to him!
He knew where he was and he knew very well why he was here. It might have been in the back of his mind before he punched that self-righteous p***k T’ran in the face that he would end up here. Where else would they send someone that punched their wing leader in the face. G’deon snorted softly, the man shouldn’t have talked about Gael. Pft, as if he had the right to suggest he knew what the freck she would have wanted. He wasn’t angry or upset. Well not about being here in Mavros. He had his own weyr unlike many here in Marvos and he didn’t give two flips if he had to go to a communal bathing area. No one, well almost no one knew his story or what he’d done so fresh start right?
A fresh start, yes! Try not to screw it up to mine. Ageth’s thoughts drifted to him down the link they shared. Perhaps a little less wine? the brown added making the man take an even longer draw from the wineskin in his hand. It was late...very very late and yes they had their very first drills with their new wing in the morning but G’deon had become a master of functioning with a hangover. He was fine (not) “I am a grown man Ageth I know how much is too much now leave me alone.” he snapped but the brown paid his little heed. Clearly you do not but fine have it your way! the brown said shifting so he could see the water better.
G’deon liked being outside, sitting on a beach, and drinking. It was pretty much all he liked anymore, that and sex with whatever random female fell for his questionable charms. He sighed and leaned back against the brown hind haunce taking another drink and lost in his own thoughts he failed to notice someone approaching from along the shoreline. He certainly had no clue they were actually going to come to speak to him!
