Let's Talk Relationships {Iirla}

J'dol strolled into the room the moment he heard Iirla's voice, the bounce in his step just as obvious as the pleased tone to his voice. "Early my dear Weyrwoman? Hardly! After a night like that it's just not POSSIBLE to spend the day sleeping." He stretched his bare arms out, shirtless as always, in a happy stretch before finally finding Iirla in the bed. Well Faranth, she was just asking to be bothered wasn't she?

With a cheeky grin, J'dol launched himself onto the bed, stretchign out as if he owned the place. It was all a ruse to annoy her really. She didn't seem to be in the best of moods and, well J'dol wasn't all that great at comforting, so he thought maybe giving her an excuse to vent would work just as well. "Well well well beautiful! What a comfy bed you have. We should have a 'sleepover' sometime, if you know what I mean."

Spazz was quick to join the room, adding his own happy, energetic personality to the otherwise gloomy room. He chirped at all the other flits before flinging himself at Iirla's face in his signature 'SpazzHug'.

J'dol chuckled with glee at the unfolding events. Really, she was too easy to bother and way too much fun. "Well aren't you just the most charming lady in the morning," he teased, whistling for Spazz to back off and return to his shoulder, which the blue did for all of a few seconds before latching onto a nearby table and beginning his investigation of the room. "And how could you slap a face as handsome as mine?" J'dol could tell the woman wasn't in the mood to entertain him, so he did shuffle to the edge of the bed, positioning himself in a way that, to some at least, would look like he truly was just visiting. His laughter deepened as she tried to guilt trip him.

"Open relationship or not, a flight is a flight. If she's got a problem with answering nature's call then she's not the girl for me." He said with a shrug, his mood still light despite Iirla's efforts to break him down. He didn't doubt that she'd probably be a little upset, just as he was always jealous when Avirith rose. However, having been born and raised in a Weyr, J'dol was no stranger to how flightlust worked. You were your dragon, that was that. "Besides, despite what you may think, Ara and I are both adults... we can work things out if problems arise." He stopped a moment to think. "Huh... you know I haven't seen her yet this morning!" He quirked an eyebrow at her final thoughts.

"Enough trou-? OH you didnt!" His expression was akin to a kid in a candy store. Was this.. was this a chance for gossip? Oh he was not letting this drop until he figured out what she meant by wayward night. "Who was it?

"Whichever side suits me huh..." J'dol pretended to think for a moment. "The right side I think, it's simply not as good as my left. If you slap me I get a kiss though. I hope you know that." He joked, making sure he was sitting far enough away that she would have to actually get up if she wanted to hit him. He sighed, leave it to Iirla to lecture him this early in the morning. He quirked an eyebrow. He didn't love Ara... at least, if he did he couldn't admit it to himself yet.

"Well it sounds like these folks need to let loose and enjoy themselves a bit more." He ignored her comment on Ara. He was fond of the greenriders, he had spurts of jealousy when she was with others and yet, he expected no more of her than he hoped she expected of him. They were in a Weyr, things happened. All J'dol needed was to know Ara would come back to him. "She could have... she was nearby when the flight started..." He got a far off look, "Whoever she picked was a lucky lucky man last night then." He added with a shrug. Ara was close enough that she was likely affected by flightlust. All he could hope for was that she ended up with someone of her choice. He shot his hands up at her threat.

"J'degar huh... a little older than I like but if he's THAT good then I suppose I'll just have to take that punishment." With a wink of his eye he made it very clear that her threat was meaningless to him. Sure, he wouldn't particularly enjoy being run to death, but he'd survive. What Iirla didn't know, was that J'dol wasn't really one to spread gossip, especially if it could really hurt someone. He knew Iirla had enough on her plate as it was, he wasn't going to go out of his way to make things harder for her. The name she whispered caused him to stop.

"Oh... him." He grimaced. That man, the one who had stolen Ara from him only to dump her on the curb when someone new came into the picture. "Well to each their own I suppose. He's attractive at least." It was clear J'dol thought very lowly of the bronzerider. Maerath chased you know. You could have ended up with him. J'dol shuddered at the thought. He would rather end up with S'vrin or Ar'rex before he willingly bedded S'bel.

"He was one of the chasers right? If you love Vl'kan, and he loves you, I don't see the issue of giving in to a night of flightlust."

"I'm one of a kind, don't you know." He grinned at her, rather pleased to see she could at least crack a smirk. It was almost a smile... almost. He chuckled. "Why yes, I AM trying to be idiotic. How nice of you to notice." He flashed her a smile, which was quickly wiped from his face as she slapped him. "Oh come on. I don't make EVERYTHING lewd. Only things that sound it to begin with." He stuck out his tongue at her, well aware that he deserved to be slapped. "I mean really. If I was going to make EVERYTHING lewd then I would be commenting on your rather shapely bosom." He made sure his unslapped cheek was closer this time. The mood changed rather quickly as she spoke about S'bel, and J'dol couldn't help but sigh.

"Look Iirla. I'm not the best person to offer advice or consolation. You know that as well as I do." He reached over to put a hand on her shoulder, though he didn't doubt she'd knock it away. If she didn't, he might even try to give her a comforting hug. "I dislike S'bel. So I'm biased too, but let's face it. You either love one of them, or none of them."

"Ah now see, it's all got to do with wording." J'dol explained cheekily. "All you said was that J'degar would work me until I couldn't move. You never specified HOW he could do that." He laughed as she blushed, trying to cover his mouth to muffle the noise but failing miserably. "I'm teasing Iirla! Here, do you want my shirt?" He almost felt bad for embarassing her like that. Almost.

He couldn't quite blame her for her reasoning. Though he'd never admit it out loud, J'dol had much the same reasonings for playing around. He sighed. He knew a little of Iirla's past; not enough to really make any judgements based on it. But really, why did the past matter. Life was all about the present!

"Come here silly," He spoke softly, moving to pull her gently into a hug. "I'm not going to do anything, it's just a hug I swear." He figured he'd at least let her know he wouldn't be 'lewd and horrible' for now. "There's nothing wrong with not knowing what you want in life Iirla. People make mistakes. You learn from them, grow from them, and emerge better than before. Trust me, if the man you love can't look past your faults, then he's not the one for you." Okay, so he was making an assumption, but J'dol hadn't yet truly experienced love... at least as far as he was aware. He did however, assume that what he believed was right.

"Oh quite the contrary Iirla." He rplied lazily. She was pretty, that was obvious enough, but J'dol had his reasons for not hitting on her - namely because he didn't want to take the chance of things becoming awkward between them... not when they had to be able to work together. Not to mention of course, she was taken... well.. sort of. He chuckled at her attempt at humor. "I have no idea what you're talking about. That sounds perfectly innocent to me." His eyes twinkled in amusemet.
　
"And now you're the most powerful being in the Weyr. Your past doesn't matter Iirla. So what if you handle relationships like a 10-Turn old. I was that bad once." Well, he still was, but in a different way. He covered his ass by making sure the people he slept with understood there was nothing between them but a night of passion. Iirla was the opposite; she promised her love too easily. He wrapped his arms around her as she leant into him, doing his best to hide his amused smile at the position. Who knew Iirla would ever trust him enough to accept a hug.
　
"We've got a tough position, I'll give you that." He replied with a shrug. He hated his lack of freedom as well, but his carefree image did allow him some freedom that Iirla was lacking. People expected J`dol to avoid work and screw around... so when he needed to, he abused that expectancy. `The work will lessen as things calm down no doubt. Once this Rebellion nonsense is behind us we`ll have an easier time delegating tasks, I think." And when the work was smaller the freedom would be larger. Perhaps not much, but things would change. He feigned a look of confusion.
　
"Whatever are you implying Iirla? That I, J'dol, sexiest man alive and life of the party could have a..." He gasped incredulously then, "A serious side? Obviously you haven't woken fully yet." He oculdn't possibly allow his carefree image to be destroyed, so J'dol naturally fell back into his natural, flirty state with a playful wink. "You know.. if you're still asleep I might just have to take advantage of you."