Post by madb on Feb 10, 2015 23:19:04 GMT -5
[subtitled; so ya gotta sit down and listen]
Pallath was sending currents of amusement at R'get, it radiated through their bond warmly. He attempted to shrug the gentle presence off. It was bad enough, knowing what he was about to do, without her wordless, smug commentary in the background.
"Is that your way of saying, 'I told you so?'" he tossed over his shoulder, refusing to look her in her whirling eyes. He tugged at his shirt a little, hating the way it had tightened across his shoulders. Ever since being shafted to the gold wing, he and Pallath had thrown their collective -and impressive- all into showing that they deserved to be on the regular wing rotation, where the real danger was. The good; they both looked really fit. The bad; new clothes were in order, and R'get wasn't big on spending marks on things like clothes until they got all hole-y.
She snorted softly. If I wished to tell you 'I told you so', I would have done so and you would not need to ask. More of that gentle laughter-feeling, it bubbled against the back of his mind, the positive strengthening his spine and putting color back in his cheeks. This is good. I am glad you do this. You have put it off long enough.
Shard dragons and their selective memories. R'get would never understand why for some things the concept of time seemed non-existent, while for others - such as this one, particular thing - it was as sharp as a knife blade and biting as thread.
It is important to you his green said, which R'get thought sounded very wise, until she followed it up with a rather critical; therefore I could not escape it in your thoughts and am very glad this nonsense will be over soon.
He sighed, stopped messing with his shirt - well, what could he do anyway. I knew it. You are exasperated with me.
Always he glared half-heartedly at her, and she met him straight on, eyes spinning peacefully. I love you despite it. And Fath's rider does as well. When thread falls, we fly and we flame it from the sky. We do not run from it. Do not run from this.
R'get snorted. Why does everything come back to flaming thread with you? Single-minded to a fault, you are.
Lady nipped his ear - "Ouch!" - and chided him, like she was also indicating he should just stop moping around already and get a move on.
"Surrounded by unsympathetic women," R'get muttered under his breath.
He took a deep breath. Well. There was really only one thing left to do at this stage, and that was to get it over with.
--
And that is how, almost a whole candlemark later, R'get found himself in front of the Weyrleader's - still weird to think of Az like that, even after all thist time - weyr with his hand raised as if he was about to knock. Not that he'd admit it to anyone, but his knees were kind of trembly. Which was totally weird. He'd had easier breakups then this! It shouldn't be this difficult to just say 'sorry' to his best friend!
But... that was the core of the problem, wasn't it. This wasn't just some guy. This was his best friend, and they'd never - not once, not even when they were weyrbrats - so much as raised their voices at each other. Probably mostly because A'zael didn't get angry easily more than R'get, who was always more ready to fight. Still. Rau had said some ugly things for no other reason then he'd had a bad breakup and was self-destructive, and there was no set precedent for arguing between them. Let alone how they went about forgiving each other afterwards.
Because... he had to forgive him, right? R'get frowned. Maybe he'd put this off for so long... because he didn't want to acknowledge the possibility of an apology not being enough.
Of not getting his best friend back.
What was that Pallath had said about not running away, not even from threadfall?
He knocked.
Pallath was sending currents of amusement at R'get, it radiated through their bond warmly. He attempted to shrug the gentle presence off. It was bad enough, knowing what he was about to do, without her wordless, smug commentary in the background.
"Is that your way of saying, 'I told you so?'" he tossed over his shoulder, refusing to look her in her whirling eyes. He tugged at his shirt a little, hating the way it had tightened across his shoulders. Ever since being shafted to the gold wing, he and Pallath had thrown their collective -and impressive- all into showing that they deserved to be on the regular wing rotation, where the real danger was. The good; they both looked really fit. The bad; new clothes were in order, and R'get wasn't big on spending marks on things like clothes until they got all hole-y.
She snorted softly. If I wished to tell you 'I told you so', I would have done so and you would not need to ask. More of that gentle laughter-feeling, it bubbled against the back of his mind, the positive strengthening his spine and putting color back in his cheeks. This is good. I am glad you do this. You have put it off long enough.
Shard dragons and their selective memories. R'get would never understand why for some things the concept of time seemed non-existent, while for others - such as this one, particular thing - it was as sharp as a knife blade and biting as thread.
It is important to you his green said, which R'get thought sounded very wise, until she followed it up with a rather critical; therefore I could not escape it in your thoughts and am very glad this nonsense will be over soon.
He sighed, stopped messing with his shirt - well, what could he do anyway. I knew it. You are exasperated with me.
Always he glared half-heartedly at her, and she met him straight on, eyes spinning peacefully. I love you despite it. And Fath's rider does as well. When thread falls, we fly and we flame it from the sky. We do not run from it. Do not run from this.
R'get snorted. Why does everything come back to flaming thread with you? Single-minded to a fault, you are.
Lady nipped his ear - "Ouch!" - and chided him, like she was also indicating he should just stop moping around already and get a move on.
"Surrounded by unsympathetic women," R'get muttered under his breath.
He took a deep breath. Well. There was really only one thing left to do at this stage, and that was to get it over with.
--
And that is how, almost a whole candlemark later, R'get found himself in front of the Weyrleader's - still weird to think of Az like that, even after all thist time - weyr with his hand raised as if he was about to knock. Not that he'd admit it to anyone, but his knees were kind of trembly. Which was totally weird. He'd had easier breakups then this! It shouldn't be this difficult to just say 'sorry' to his best friend!
But... that was the core of the problem, wasn't it. This wasn't just some guy. This was his best friend, and they'd never - not once, not even when they were weyrbrats - so much as raised their voices at each other. Probably mostly because A'zael didn't get angry easily more than R'get, who was always more ready to fight. Still. Rau had said some ugly things for no other reason then he'd had a bad breakup and was self-destructive, and there was no set precedent for arguing between them. Let alone how they went about forgiving each other afterwards.
Because... he had to forgive him, right? R'get frowned. Maybe he'd put this off for so long... because he didn't want to acknowledge the possibility of an apology not being enough.
Of not getting his best friend back.
What was that Pallath had said about not running away, not even from threadfall?
He knocked.