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Post by Elessar on Jul 8, 2012 1:34:17 GMT -4
NOW YOU'RE THINKING TOO FAST [/color][/font] you're like marbles on glass [/i][/b][/color][/font]  does it trouble your mind[/color][/i][/b][/font] THE WAY YOU TROUBLE MINE [/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center]
BANG.
S'bel's fist his the wall of his Weyr with surprising force for a man that was so bone-weary tired. He still couldn't believe the changes that had seemed to occur so quickly, had seemed to turn his entire life entirely upside down. So many things were different now, but he couldn't seem to make head or tails of anything, or decide whether or not the changes were good or bad.
Primarily in his thoughts was Iirla's death. It was unfathomable, completely unbelieveable that she was dead. But she was, and Izanycoth with her, leaving the Weyr, his Weyr, without a Gold rider. Chahaturth had risen prior to Loraketh's going between, and for the first time in nearly a decade, Maerath had chased, caught, and won... which technically made S'bel the Junior Weyrleader of Trelis Weyr.
Always being a hardworking man, following his duty, he found it easy to slide into the position of Junior Weyrleader... but there was so much undone! He worked day and night, copying records, arranging Wings, drilling his wing... he was completely and totally exhausted. S'bel felt like he had been awake for a seven-day, and wanted to sleep for about as long.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
His fist hit the wall again and again, in a rather repetitive pattern. He was angry, in truth. Angry that Iirla was dead. Angry that Maerath's catching of Chahaturth and his night with D'tri seemed to have caused a rift between him and R'vin. Angry at himself for having so much still undone, and so much more to do. Most of all, he was angry at the world for leaving him in this mess. some days, he just wanted to ride off and leave Trelis Weyr in the screwed up mess that it was in, and see if someone else would fix it before the Weyr collapsed in on itself.
It wasn't his job to fix it. It wasn't his place to try and run the Weyr. That was Iirla's job first, and now J'dol's. And to be frank, both of them had done a pretty sharding terrible job. Trelis was a wreck, and S'bel didn't know how to fix it. He had attained a position of significant power, but he didn't know what to do with it in order to cause anything to change for the better.
BANG. BANG. SLAM.
Bost fists hit the wall, and the knuckles on his right hand began bleeding. Turning on his heel, he strode from his Weyr in high temper, ignoring the cautious, loving, careful croon that came from his bronze dragon. Striding down flights of stairs, up spiral staircases, and back down again, he finally found himself standind at the bathing pools. He was mildly confused for a moment, surprised to find himself so far from his weyr, but he decided a bath might be somewhat helpful.
S'bel stepped forward, his toned, muscular body moving smoothly. Slowly, the rider removed his clothing until he was bare-footed and bare-chested, ready to slide into the warm water for a much needed, relaxing bath. Dipping a foot into the warm water, he sighed in satisfaction. It was hot, but not too hot. Brushing back a lock of hair from his eyes, he stepped completely into the baths, and closed his eyes. The water would wash the dirt and sweat from his tired, battered body, he was sure. He only wished it could carry away the troubles he carried across his shoulders, too.
[/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] EXILE IT TAKES YOUR MIND AGAIN [/color][/font] vilify don't even try [/i][/b][/color][/font][/center] |
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Post by Zirin on Jul 8, 2012 2:19:27 GMT -4
If there was anyone in the Weyr who udnerstood what S'bel was feeling, it was J'dol (as loathe as he would be to admit it). Run ragged with tasks and chores as well as the additional work that a new clutch and the influx of candidates always brought, the man was dead tired. His adventure and lucky stmble across Kyprioth, as well as his night of drinking had helped relieve some of the stress, but for every ounce of stress he removed, another two seemed to take its place. His stress relief of choice for the night ended up being a bath, but despite having his own private bathing room in his weyr, J'dol was looking for something with a bit more to offer; namely a chance to socialize and unwind, maybe find a nice young man or woman to flirt with. He loved Ara, he truly did, but it was his nature to flirt, and though he tried his hardest not to sleep with anyone else, he simply couldn't stop himself from hitting on others; it was his private form of stress relief. So he had come down to the common baths to relax, and hopefully run into someone fun. That someone was NOT S'bel. The topazrider leveled an annoyed look in his directions as S'bel stepped into the water, apparently not noticing that he was already there. J'dol stopped himself from groaning, and instead simply sunk a little deeper into the water. He hated the sharding bronzerider with a passion, if only because he didn't trust the man. Not that J'dol could really talk of course, he was a bit of a heartbreaker himself, but he would always return to Ara. he wouldn't toss her to the curb for 'duty' like S'bel had. The worst part was, in J'dol's mind, that S'bel was also attractive. A man that stupid should simply not be that easy on the eyes! "So how's R'vin?" He tried to keep a carefree expression, but lets face it. J'dol cared deeply for R'vin and he had yet to trust S'bel with the bluerider. Had the pain in the ass bronzerider returned to his old ways, or was he still loyal to R'vin? |
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Post by Elessar on Jul 11, 2012 17:48:46 GMT -4
NOW YOU'RE THINKING TOO FAST [/color][/font] you're like marbles on glass [/i][/b][/color][/font] does it trouble your mind[/color][/i][/b][/font] THE WAY YOU TROUBLE MINE [/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center]
The last person on all of Pern that S'bel wanted to see was J'dol. He was planning on being alone, but no! J'dol just had to ruin that, too! He did not want J'dol here. No, no, no. Thankfully, at least, the Topazrider seemed angry when the two men finally noticed each other. It was well known that the two of them were not friends, but this was just... a bit much.
S'bel grit his teeth together, eyes snapping in fury. He didn't even know how to react, he hated J'dol so much! The sharding Topazrider ruined everything! And besides, what idiot took a bath at the hour of night that it was! ...well, apartently they were both idiots then. Clenching his fists, the bronze rider took a deep breath. How to approach this? He could, of course, leave, but he wasn't the kind of man that went down without a fight.
It only made it worse that the Topazrider was technically his superior. And that he had stolen Alyara right out from under him. Overall, the two of them hated each other with a passion that was unrivaled, which was only made even more terrible considering J'dol was so sharding attractive. It simply wasn't right that a man as sharding irritating should be that good looking.
At J'dol's question, S'bel's entire body tensed. Including part of him that he wished wouldn't. "R'vin is fine," he managed to say, his eyes still displaying anger, though his voice was level. No doubt J'dol would figure he had simlpy returned to his old ways, and, to be honest, he had. Maerath had chased a Queen and won. It was his duty to the Weyr to do so, and so he had. But somehow, he was still confused as to how to fix the millions of problems the Weyr had.
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Post by Zirin on Jul 11, 2012 19:13:23 GMT -4
They hated eachother, that much was obvious even to an outsider. The anger and loathing they seemed to feel hung in the air, so thick you could taste it. Despite that though, J'dol wasn't one to pass up an attractive body, so he made a quick, sweeping gaze and appreciated S'bel for the one good quality he had. When S'bel visibly tensed, J'dol smirked, though instead of feeling cocky he was simply annoyed. He knew S'bel couldn't change, and he couldn't really complain about that, since he was just as bad in some ways, but at least he had told Ara what to expect of him. S'bel though... S'bel had used R'vin, lied to him most likely, and just like Ara it was only a matter of time before the bluerider was dumped on the curb.
"Well that's good to hear. I would be most upset if I found out the relationship he had so much faith in was a farse." He stretched his arms back behind his head, making it clear that he, at least, had no intention of leaving the bath. S'bel could leave, or put up with him. Either way, J'dol hoped he could grate on the bronzerider's nerves. Well, there was a chance S'bel was being honest, but J'dol certainly didn't trust him. Perhaps he could goad the man into the honest truth, or if not, at least have some fun. "It's good to know you were able to ignore D'tri's charm. Faranth knows the man is one good looking fellow."
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Post by Elessar on Jul 11, 2012 19:34:13 GMT -4
S'bel could have almost laughed, if he wasn't so angry. The air was so thick with tension that it could almost be cut by a knife. If anyone else were to walk in, it would only be made worse, so he prayed that everyone else would stay abed and not feel the need for a bath. The rider's eyebrows knitted together as J'dol's eyes swept over S'bel's body. Was J'dol really....?! Of course, the Topazrider was notorious for his flirtations, but really now! That was just a bit much!
The other man really just wanted to push his luck, however. S'bel would have visibly flinched at J'dol's words about R'vin, had he been any other man. As it was, he wasn't going to show J'dol any weakness what so ever. Instead, he'd show him something else. His thoughts were only solidified as J'dol commented on D'tri. S'bel didn't like the topazrider talking about either man like that, like they were his property. Surprisingly, the men were rather close together, instead of across the entire baths from each other.
Turning, S'bel clenched his right hand into a fist before swinging, hoping like hell it connected solidly with J'dol's jaw. Maybe if he broke it the damn man wouldn't talk so much filth!
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Post by Zirin on Jul 11, 2012 21:42:54 GMT -4
There was a slight difference between flirting and appreciating. J'dol knew an attractive body when he saw one, and just because he wanted nothing to do with said body didn't mean he wouldn't appreciate it when the opportunity arose. Physical attractions aside, J'dol had surprisingly not meant to sound possessive about the two men. R'vin, perhaps, he felt some protectiveness for, if only because he felt rather close to the bluerider and felt guilty for breaking the man's heart. D'tri though, well J'dol and D'tri had flirted once, but that was that. He had been mentioned purely to get a rise out of S'bel. J'dol was surprised to find the goad had been more effective than expected.
"The shards is wrong with you?" He gasped out after the fist collided with his jaw, having thrown his head to the side to avoid it, the hit had not been as fierce as it could have been, but it still stung like hell. A hand shot out to clutch at his cheek, as if that would reduce the pain. No doubt it would end up terribly swollen. "So that's it then? I hit the nail on the head huh? You could have at least told him not to get his hopes up, jackass." He swung his own fist, aiming for the side of S'bel's head, and quickly brought up his knee to hit S'bel's stomach as well. If the man was going to get physical then two could play at that game.
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Post by Elessar on Jul 14, 2012 16:45:18 GMT -4
S'bel couldn't possibly know what J'dol was thinking, and that he had (surprisingly) not meant to sound posessive over either D'tri or R'vin. Either way, the bronze rider was not happy with J'dol, and was really just looking for a reason to fight. After all... they were both Weyrleadership, so it's not like there was going to be any punishment if he did hit J'dol.
...especially not if J'dol hit back. S'bel was rather disappointed that the man had manage to avoid the full impact of his punch, but J'dol seemed ready to retaliate anyway. When he spoke, S'bel ignored him. There was no reason to pay attention to him anyway- it would only make him angrier. J'dol's fist connected solidly with the side of his head, but the bronze rider was fast enough to avoid the knee to the stomach, and caught the blow on his ribs instead.
Okay, so the little topaz queenrider wanted to fight, did she? S'bel grinned wolfishly before bodily taking hold of J'dol and attempting to heave him from the water and onto the ledge, where they would have more things to throw each other into to deal damage and draw blood. After all, this wasn't going to be pretty.
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Post by Zirin on Jul 14, 2012 17:03:07 GMT -4
Stress relief was stress relief, and while J'dol generally preferred other equally naked activities, the idea of hurting S'bel was certainly pretty high on his list of pleasurable activities. Oddly enough, J'dol didn't care if S'bel spoke or not, clearly their fists would do the talking, and he was pretty sure they both knew what was on their minds anyways.
He felt a sense of accomplishment as he felt both his attacks connect, even if the knee hadn't quite hit the mark. J'dol returned S'bel's grin with a cocky smirk of his own. Though S'bel did manage to catch him by surprise with his little toss, earning a grunt and a wince as his back slammed against the floor. No doubt he'd have a rather nasty bruise after this. Rolling and standing, he rolled his shoulder and dropped to try to to kick at S'bel's shins.
He knew S'bel was strong, knew he wouldn't come out of this without a few injuries, but he didn't care. He wanted this, wanted to go toe to toe with S'bel after all those Turns. Briefly, in the back of his mind, he wondered if Ara would kill him for this.
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Post by Elessar on Jul 14, 2012 22:28:59 GMT -4
S'bel frowned at J'dol's cocky smirk, his eyes snapping in fury. Thankfully, he had caught the topazrider off guard with the throw, and grinned again as he saw the other man wince. S'bel had the advantage of size in this fight. Though J'dol was muscled, it was nothing but show-- of that, S'bel was sure. The bronze rider, while not as muscular, was better toned and better trained, and had the advantage of weight.
Climbing from the bathing pools, his muscular form dripping water, his body sleek, S'bel moved out of the way as J'dol dropped, kicking at his shins. The bronze rider wished for half a second he was wearing boots, so he could smash J'dol's face in with a single kick, but que sera, sera. After all, they were both completely naked, so no one had the advantage there. However, the idea of finally actually fighting the topaz rider was so intoxicating, S'bel would have to mind his head.
Grabbing J'dol by the shoulders, he made to force the man down to the floor, in order to slam his head against the ground. If they threw punches all night, they might be evenly matched... but in a wrestling match, S'bel would outclass J'dol purely by weight, which would give him a large advantage.
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Post by Zirin on Jul 14, 2012 22:55:48 GMT -4
He was quick, and that frustrated J'dol to no end. He wasn't quite a fool, he knew that, given freedom of movement, either one of them could come out on top. J'dol fully planned on spending the night throwing punches until they were both sore and bruised and bloody. He wasn't expecting S'bel to bring the fighting so close though.
J'dol couldn't help the grunt that escaped him as his head connected with the floor, and for a moment he had to pause and catch his bearings, allowing S'bel to easily pin him and turn. He mumbled out something along the lines of 'bastard' before swinging his arm up around the bronzer's neck to pull down S'bel's head, his other fist moving to knock him in the side of the face.
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Post by Elessar on Jul 14, 2012 23:58:42 GMT -4
J'dol seemed a bit unsure of himself, like he wasn't expecting the fight to come down to this. S'bel was no idiot, however. He didn't want to waste his night getting beaten half to death when he could pull a straight win by wrestling.
S'bel grinned when he heard the crack of J'dol's head against the floor. The topaz rider was momentarily stunned, so S'bel took advantage of the situation and easily pinned the other man, who called him a "bastard" before trying to hit him again. S'bel grunted as J'dol's fist connected with his head again, almost exactly in the same place as before.
Now, however, their faces were rather close to one another, and the bronze rider expected J'dol to try for a head-butt next, if he had any sense, since he had just pulled his head down.
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Post by Zirin on Jul 15, 2012 0:15:09 GMT -4
Well shard it all, he had hoped getting hit again would force S'bel off him. J'dol knew he certainly couldn't use just straightforward force to get him off; S'bel was bigger and stronger than him, even if he didn't want to admit it. What he certainly didn't want to admit was the sudden understanding of why S'bel had managed to woo R'vin.
Groaning to himself, J'dol shifting, and whipped his head up with the intention of headbutting the larger man, though he was still feeling dizzy from his meeting from the floor. S'bel's face had, apparently, been significantly closer than J'dol had anticipated, so instead of headbutting he had somehow managed to lock lips with him instead. Well, he could roll with this. S'bel hated him, so surely this would get him off.
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Post by Elessar on Jul 15, 2012 0:31:14 GMT -4
He wasn't giving up that easily. He had wanted, for a very, very long time, to pound J'dol into the ground and leave him as nothing but cat-meat. J'dol did seem to grasp the concept that sheer force would be useless in this situation, however, as the two men continued to grabble with each other, fighting for control.
And there it was; J'dol's attempt at a headbutt. S'bel meant to move, but their closeness was disarming (he didn't want to admit that he could completely understand how J'dol had won Ara over). Somehow, the two of them ended up with locked lips. S'bel made to pull away, but was tempted by the idea of not. After all, if he gave in first... well, it would ne just like losing! So instead, he deepened the kiss, meaning with every fiber of his being to have J'dol give in first.
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Post by Zirin on Jul 15, 2012 0:51:19 GMT -4
Well shards and shells, S'bel was not supposed to kiss him back! Especially since it in no way was emotionally sexual. No... this was just a new kind of battle. Why swap fists to show who was better when they could use something they both excelled at? Well, chances were S'bel would give in eventually. There was no way any man who hated him as much as S'bel did would allow such a competition to get too far. J'dol though, J'dol lived for physical encounters, and even if it was S'bel he'd be willing to take the competition as far as he needed to to win.
With that in mind, and a feral growl on his lips as he pressed into the kiss, J'dol moved his arm so that a hand could tangle in S'bel's hair, and he gave a good yank, trying to pull his head back so his mouth could have full access to the man's neck. He may as well leave his mark before kicking the man's ass after all.
{{Oh look! It's a convenient fade!}}
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Post by Zirin on Jul 15, 2012 16:48:01 GMT -4
A final shudder ran through his body and J'dol threw his head back with a groan, his arms falling to his side weakly as he tried to get his frantic breathing under control. How had it come to this? He had though S'bel would give up, but could it be that the sharding bronzer had an even greater pride than J'dol himself did? Well, no matetr the reasoning, S'bel returned and escalated everything J'dol threw at him, and now...
"Get off bastard." He mumbled, too physically exhausted to put much venom into his words as he lifted a hand to try to push S'bel too the side. He looked up at the sweaty man above him. If S'bel looked like he had just been through hell and back, J'dol couldn't even imagine how he must look. Shards and shells, how had he let that man get the better of him! He shifted slightly and let out a hiss of pain. Shards he was sore - he couldn't remember ever being so sore after a romp before - but, loathe as he was to admit it, he felt good. "Don't have ears or what, I said get off."
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