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Post by twitchie on May 13, 2012 16:19:25 GMT -4
If Liam hadn't been in Cayin's arms Ooma would've kicked him as he lay in the mud.
Her eyes blazed and she clinched her fists again. The wind ruffled her wet hair, stirring the strands that clung to her cheeks.
This wasn't over. No. Not over until she'd said so...
"Liam, honey. You just got beat by a girl. A rather weak girl at that. If I were you, I'd shut up before I really got hurt."
Ooma still had a hand on her hip.
"Uhuh. See you Cayin."
And she waved her hand in a dramatic 'taataa' and took her leave, walking rather sassy.
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Post by Zirin on May 13, 2012 16:38:16 GMT -4
"Nope," Cayin replied with a grin as Liam demanded to be put down. Liam was going to be held there until things calmed down or they left, simple as that. He reached up to pat the man's backside, smiling at Ooma all through the dark-haired boy's rant. He was right; they had both grown up in the Weyr so their relationship was something common, something they saw as no different than any other 'normal' relationship. He wondered briefly if Ooma was holdbred, he knew they could be a lot stiffer when it came to these things.
He sighed as Ooma still insisted on picking on Liam. Really, had the man done something he didn't know about? Maybe that was it! Maybe Liam had offended her some other time and that's why she was picking on him and not Cayin. He waved as she walked off, not knowing what else to do before finally putting Liam back down.
"I thought you were brave, if it counts for anything."
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Post by Elessar on May 13, 2012 21:00:46 GMT -4
Liam glared as Cayin refused to set him back down, and winced. Trying that made his whole face hurt. Shards! Why hadn't he hit her back?! He really should have! Clenching his fists as Cayin waved as Ooma stalked off, he was rather surprised when Cayin set him back on his feet.
The Candidate stared at the muddy ground, his hair and body dripping rain, avidly avoiding Cayin's gaze. "I wasn't brave," he mumbled. "I got beat up by a girl. I couldn't even stop her from hitting you, either. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? As your boyfriend and all?" He asked, eyes still not meeting Cayin's. He hadn't been brave at all... he had been trying to be, to impress Cayin, but... he just ended up getting beaten up by a girl!
"I suck."
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Post by Zirin on May 13, 2012 21:18:44 GMT -4
"You're the only one who tries to protect me Li..." Cayin mumbled back, feeling terrible about being the cause his the other's sullen mood. He had been so cheery when they first came out here... he sighed, smiling and wrapping his arms around Liam.
"You don't have to protect me Li..." He tipped the candidate's chin up as he spoke, "Let me be the one to protect you for once." He wasn't trying to belittle Liam or make him feel any less a man, Cayin simply knew he had a higher pain tolerance. He didn't mind getting hit or picked on, he had become used to it over the Turns. His worried glanced shifted to an amused grin, with the lightest hint of a perverted glimmer in his eyes.
"You know Li... We should go back inside. I could teach you a little something about how good it can be to suck sometimes."
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Post by Elessar on May 13, 2012 21:24:56 GMT -4
"Yeah, key word 'tries'!" Liam cried, throwing his arms up in exasperation. He knew Cayin would feel bad, especially since they had been so happy when they had come out. Why on earth had Ooma had to ruin that? They weren't weird or disgusting, she was just jealous and ignorant of the ways of the Weyr!
Liam sighed. "Of course I have to protect you," he murmured, wincing as Cayin lifted his chin. He could already feel the bruise beginning to form around his eye and knew from past experience that he would undoubtedly have a shiner in the morning. He frowned. "You... protect me?" He asked, finally looking Cayin in the eyes. "Why don't we protect each other? That way it's fair!"
As Cayin grinned and turned, Liam felt himself blush a deep red. "Y-yeah?" He asked, a smile beginning to spread across his own face. He winced as it did and grimaced. "Alright. Let's go back in." Taking his lover's hand, he led the other man back into the barracks, glad he was at Trelis Weyr, where he was allowed to love another man.
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