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Post by Elessar on Apr 9, 2012 2:24:37 GMT -4
The bathing pools were empty. Iromineelmris stepped forward, his lithe body moving smoothly. He was already bare-footed and bare-chested, ready for what was to come. He was planning on meeting J'degar, his closest friend in the Weyr, here for a bit of... fun.
Fun, for the two men, meant getting high off of fellis. Normally the two of them stuck to fellis-laced klah, but tonight Iro had brought the pure substance, and was planning on getting extraordinarily high. Work had been piling up, especially with the Gather Feast on top of everything, and he just needed a break.
So tonight... he would have a break. The Feast was over, and he was planning on a good, long break.
Dipping a foot into the warm water, he sighed in satisfaction. It was hot, but not too hot. Brushing back a lock of blond hair from his blue eyes, he dropped a bag of sweet-sand by the edge of the bathing pool and stripped off his pants. Setting the jar of fellis carefully next to the sand, he slid into the water.
Nearly moaning with pleasure as the heated water ran over his sore and tired muscles, he stepped out into the center of the pool. Dipping briefly under the water completely, he surfaced, brushing his hair back again. He probably did need a haircut, but he was just too busy!
Shaking his head, he made his way back to the ledge and leaned against it, wishing J'degar would hurry himself up. He didn't want to start drinking without his friend, but if the damn rider didn't show up soon... he just might! |
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Post by Zirin on Apr 9, 2012 2:50:48 GMT -4
You really should stop this habit one of these days Mine… J’degar grumbled, brushing his brown’s voice from his head. There was nothing wrong with his habit! So he added a few drops of fellis to his morning klah... and his evening klah… and every cup of klah he drank really. In the big scheme of things it still wasn’t that much. You’ve been adding more since getting injured. With a roll of his eyes, he turned down the corridor towards the communal baths, skin of klah in hand.
It wasn’t that he needed to bath - Well… one could never be too clean – He was going to meet an acquaintance. The man had been busy as of late, so it had been a pleasant surprise to learn one of his few friends at the Weyr had some free time to relax and catch up. Of course, the fact it was the man who had been supplying his fellis for months now was also a bonus; J’degar hoped he would be able to grab a refill on his supplies during the meeting.
Had the brownrider known his friend planned on getting high of the substance though… well that might have made Gar reconsider this visit! Luckily, he was blissfully unaware of just how addicted his friend was, so he turned into the bathing cavern with an almost happy expression on his face and, upon noticing Iro had already arrived, gave a nod of greeting, dropped his sand and klah by the edge of the pool and made quick work of stripping down and slipping in; a quick grunt of approval at the soothing temperature.
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Post by Elessar on Apr 9, 2012 3:00:09 GMT -4
Iromineelmris gave a cry of delight when J'degar entered. They had both been so busy recently that they hadn't really had time to chat and catch up. Iro had been supplying J'degar with fellis for months now, practically since the rider arrived at Trelis, and they had become friends.
Truthfully, J'degar was one of the only friends Iromineelmris really had, since he was so addicted to fellis, but in J'degar, he had found a fellow addict, though Gar wasn't nearly in as deep as Iro was.
As the brownrider undressed and slid into the warm water, grunting with approval at the temperature, Iromineelmris moved forward to hug the slightly older man. It didn't bother him in the least that they were both naked... he had already taken one gulp of fellis and was already feeling himself loosen.
"Gaaaar," he drawled. "So good of you to join me!" Leaning against the edge of the pool, he took another gulp of fellis juice before passing the jar across to his friend. "Pure," he commented with a lazy smile. "I thought we could both use some winding down... forget the klah tonight, my friend. Take to the skies with me!"
He chuckled to himself, for truly he had never really "taken to the skies" as J'degar had, since Gar was a rider and he was not. In reality, Iromineelmris had never even ridden dragonback. Fellis was his only means of flying. "C'mon, Gar. Don't be such a grumpygills. Let's fly!" |
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Post by Zirin on Apr 9, 2012 3:12:21 GMT -4
Gar sat back in surprise, a hand quickly coming up in the hopes of evading the crazy man, but iro had been too quick for him. So it was that J’degar bristled in annoyance and gave the man a scowl. “What do you think you’re doing.” It wasn’t a question, more a statement really. There were times J’degar hated his friend; this was one of them. The man was as bad – if not worse – than Assaila when it came to being overly friendly. Luckily, the man was quick to move on and hold out what was apparently just a jar a pure fellis.
“Apparently unlike you, I don’t have a death wish.” J’degar drawled back, reaching for his klah – which of course already had a small amount of fellis mixed in. He took a quick swig before relaxing against the edge of the bath, letting the warm water soak into his sore shoulder. He supposed some winding down was in order; though he had been grounded for the last few sevendays due to his injury, he had spent most of it pouring over records and paperwork as well as setting up his weyr for the eventual move in of his unofficial weyrmate.
“You can do whatever you want with your fellis Iro. I’m quite content with laced klah, thank you.”
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Post by Elessar on Apr 9, 2012 3:18:59 GMT -4
Iromineelmris scowled. "Don't be such a spoil-sport, Gar," he muttered, taking another swig of the fellis. His goal tonight was to get J'degar as high as he would be on dragonback, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Laced klah is for children, Gar," Iro said with a laugh, leaning over to pour a good ammount of the pure fellis into his friend's cup. "You know well and good it won't kill you. Now stop being such a fraidy-cat! Besides, you must be irked with being grounded for the last few sevendays, eh?"
He was already rather high. The pure substance was strong, and he had been drinking heavily. Setting the jar down, he shook his head to clear it. It was obvious that J'degar had been uncomfortable with the hug, so Iromineelmris sought to change the subject to something else...
"So, how's that girl of yours? Moving in soon?" He asked with a smirk. "Good in bed, right? Not as good as me, I bet. I mean, look at this body!" He flexed, clearly goofing off. "I work out!" He laughed, sinking back into the water. "C'mon, Gar. Don't be s sulky!" |
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Post by Zirin on Apr 9, 2012 3:31:02 GMT -4
“In high enough quantities it will. Only a child wouldn’t know that.” He retorted, not at all pleased that Iro was being so free with nicknames; especially such stupid ones. The man was lucky Gar was in no mood to correct him. He watched the man poor him a cup, annoyed at how forceful Iro was trying to be… but he had a point. Being grounded was horribly frustrating, and J’degar was running out of things to work on during all his spare time.
He stared down into the cup, swirling the liquid around and feeling no interest in so much as sipping the stuff. Of course, that was before Iro decided to move to an even more uncomfortable topic; the man was just wonderful at this, wasn’t he? It didn’t surprise Gar that gossip had travelled so fast; he HAD asked Assaila to move in with him in the middle of a busy infirmary… it was only a matter of time before the news spread.
“I suppose you could say that.” He replied, knowing he couldn’t really deny it. The next question though, had J’degar giving the man a look of shock, and in said shock, J’degar forgot the mug in his hands was not his klah but the pure fellis. A rather large swig was taken before the realization dawned on him, and J’degar coughed. “Shards that’s bitter!” Well… on the bright side it would change the subject!
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Post by Elessar on Apr 9, 2012 3:39:32 GMT -4
"High enough quantities, J'degar. You think I'm fool enough to do that? I didn't bring enough to kill one or both of us, so stop worrying like an old mother wherry!" Shaking his head, he took another drink. In truth, if J'degar refused to drink any, there probably was enough to kill him, but hey, at least he'd go out with a bang, right?
At J'degar's look of shock, Iromineelmris nearly dropped his own jar. And then J'degar took a gulp of the fellis, and Iro let out a short bark of laughter. "You get used to it, I promise. Drink up! It's good, right?" He had made sure he had gotten the goos stuff. He didn't settle for less when it came to getting seriously high.
Setting his jar back down on the ledge, he let himself sink down into the water. Just floating there (in the water, and in his mind) was quite refreshing. He didn't even feel the need to wash with sweet-sand... he kind of just wanted to float away...
Sitting up suddenly, he grabbed his bag of sweet-sand. Taking one last gulp of fellis, he moved toward J'degar again. Being high gave him strange, stupid ideas that sounded good at the time. Taking a generous amount of sweet-sand in his palm, he rubbed it on J'degar's back, while his other hand ran through his friend's hair. "You should relax. Your injury has to be paining you."
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Post by Zirin on Apr 9, 2012 3:50:33 GMT -4
Well shard it all… pure fellis tended to hit fast; J’degar could already feel the sweet fuzziness in his mind and body that the drug brought. He gave the man a ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.. how do you drink this stuff’ look before turning away to settle the mug on the edge of the bath, reaching over and taking a good gulp of klah from the skin in the hopes of drowning the taste a little. I warned you. Don’t come crying to me when things go bad. The brown was once again ignored, but he was confident Syph would keep this a secret; he didn’t want Assaila worrying about him because of an accidental swig of fellis after all.
So busy he was with putting down the mug of klah, that the sudden feeling of a hand and sweetsand on his back made the man tense at the same time as the hand in his hair sent a shiver down his spine; leave it to the drugged up man to find a weak spot by accident. With a gasp of surprise, J’degar bolted up and went flying into the middle of the pool, surfacing to level a glare at Iro.
“Sharding hell man! What in Faranth’s name do you think you’re doing?” He hated being touched; hated it with a passion!
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Post by Elessar on Apr 9, 2012 3:58:05 GMT -4
"I told you, you get used to it," he said in response to J'degar's look. Gar gulped from his skin of klah, and Iro chuckled. Now that he had taken one good gulp of fellis... more would follow. That was just how it worked, as unfortunate as it was. Or was it fortunate? Iromineelmris couldn't tell any more.
When J'degar realized what was going on, he bolted into the middle of the pool, his glare shooting daggers at Iro, who shrugged. "I told you, Gar. Relax. If you don't want a massage, fine. You can always give me one. I mean, c'mon. Look at this body!"
He seemed to be repeating himself, but he couldn't... really... remember. "Besides, you're too tense. And now you're all sweaty. Or would you prefer if I went and fetched Assaila to massage you? I'm sure she massages you in other places though, right?" The man winked and hauled himself out of the pool.
"But if you're going to be Mr. Grumpygills with me tonight, I'll just go fetch her and she can do it. I'll just watch." He grinned, sitting on the ledge of the pool, swinging his legs in the water. "You're no fun with me anyway. Maybe you'll lighten up with her around?" He teased, taking another drink. [/center] |
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Post by Zirin on Apr 9, 2012 4:09:51 GMT -4
He didn’t care what the reason was for touching him; people did not touch J’degar. It was like an unwritten rule! Had Iro always been this… difficult to deal with? Cocky? Self-absorbed? “I’m afraid if you want massages you’ve come to the wrong place.” He replied, doing his best to calm himself down; the man probably meant it in a good way…? “If this is what pure fellis does to you then I can guarantee I’ll have no part of it.” Sure, his head was fuzzy from the small amount he’d had, but it wasn’t so foggy that he’d accidentally drink from that mug again. At his next comment however, J’degar’s calm expression changed to one of suppressed anger.
“What Assaila and I do in the privacy of our weyr is none of your business.” His tone was serious, cold even, though the redness of his face (brought on by thoughts of said woman) diminished the overall anger of his expression a bit. “I’ll have to ask you to refrain from making snide comments about her or I can guarantee you’ll never touch a drop of fellis again.” No one messed with J’degar’s lady friend.
“I might be more fun if you stopped being such an idiot.” Of course, fun for J’degar was a quiet soak in the bath with a skin of klah.
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Post by Elessar on Apr 12, 2012 2:18:37 GMT -4
Iromineelmris enjoyed being complicated. He wasn't, normally, but under the influence of fellis... we, he became a bit more than complicated, and what's worse is that he actually enjoyed it. He knew he always regretted it later, but at the time... hey, whatever, man!
J'degar remained a facade of being calm, but Iro knew on the inside he was anything but. He said that he'd have no part in pure fellis, but Iro knew differently there, too. He'd go back to it, of that he was sure. By the end of the night, J'degar would be drinking pure fellis like a pro.
And then J'degar got mad. Iromineelmris had a brief moment of shock, but then he smoothed it over, pretending like it had never happened. The other man's tone meant business, though the red blush on his face made him look more flustered than irate. Then Gar said something about snide comments, and something else about guaranteeing that Iro would never touch a drop of fellis again, which he ignored.
Empty threats, he thought to himself. At J'degar's next comment, he shrugged. "Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't." He paused, then spoke again, his tone one of casual indifference, though a current of excitement was detectable, "So... when's that Queen due to clutch?" He asked. He knew he was too old to Impress a dragon, or even be considered for Candidacy, but he liked watching the Hatchings. [/center] |
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Post by Zirin on Apr 12, 2012 17:10:03 GMT -4
Well! As insane as Iro seemed to be, it also seemed he hadn't lost his intelligence. J'degar visibly relaxed as the other man dropped the topic, and after a moment he even felt willing to move back to his seat... though it was partially because he wanted to calm himself down with some more of his klah.
He wasn't quite willing to get too close to Iro however, so upong drawing close to his klah skin, he leaned out of the water and snatched it up quickly, downing the remnants a tad faster then he had meant to. He could feel the small amount of fellis go to work almost instantly, and for a brief, ever so brief moment, his eyes glanced back to the cup of pure fellis. Part of him wanted to take another sip... but the experienced man in him knew once he started he wouldn't stop; it was why he diluted it in his klah.
"Queens, you mean." He corrected, though he was still iffy about this whole mutant sub-queen thing. Regardless, he was thankful for the distraction, "If the Weyr is lucky they'll clutch within a few days of eachother, hopefully in the next few sevendays." He paused, quirking an eyebrow at the man. He couldn't recall if Iro had ever mentioned family in candidacy range, not that Gar had ever asked. "You've got family hoping to stand?" This was a topic the brownrider found comfort in, and he finally settled back into his seat, leaning back to enjoy the bath to the fullest.
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Post by Elessar on Apr 12, 2012 17:21:09 GMT -4
J'degar relaxed immediately, and moved back to his previous seat. Iro suspected it was just so that he could get back to his klah and avoid the pure fellis, but he made no comment, and returned to his own seat, across fro J'degar, as so not to make the other man uncomfortable.
He was correct in his assumptions when J'degar, instead of moving closer to Iro, leaned out of the water to snatch up his klah as quickly as he could. He gulped it down, and Iromineelmris grinned as he noticed the rider's eyes glance over to the cup of pure fellis. Well, looked like the fun might start soon after all! Iro let the smile fade from his face so not to give himself away.
At J'degar's comment, Iromineelmris shrugged. "Queen, Queens... either way, it means eggs," he said. He could tell J'degar was far more comfortable talking about dragons, and it made Iro envious that his friend was actually bonded to a dragon. The cook sighed whistfully, but covered that up quickly, too, and wiped the look of longing off os his face. In the next few sevendays... that was a long time! Iro loved and hated hatchings, so he couldn't decide if he wanted it sooner or later.
The brownrider raised an eyebrow, and Iromineelmris shifted uncomfortably. At his friend's question, he avoided Gar's gaze completely. "You know I don't have any family, Gar." Unfortunately, it was true. He had never known his father, and his mother had died giving birth to him. He had no lover, no children, and no siblings or relatives that he knew of. He quickly made up an excuse, "I just like watching Hatchings is all..."
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Post by Zirin on Apr 12, 2012 17:48:32 GMT -4
"Eggs yeah... and a bunch of annoying kids ooh-ing and aw-ing over the eggs and acting like cocky brats." He grumbled, "Then it falls on me to whip the lucky ones into some semblance of order and responsibility." Despite his grumpy exterior, J'degar always got excited when eggs were coming just like any other rider. Although, excitement for the eggs came along with bad memories, so he often felt tossed about the eggs. You need to just let go Gar. Enjoy the hatchings for what they are.
J'degar opened his mouth to respond, but snapped it shut almost immediately. He knew the man had no family, but at the same time he had thought Iro might have been excited for the child of a close friend or something. How could he say that without coming off as a complete jerk though? "It's a magical thing... hatchings I mean." He sighed, a softness coming over his features as memories of his impression came rushing back. Yet just as quickly as it came, the softness was gone and J'degar was his normal, grumpy self again.
He stretched his arms out over the edge comfortable, his elbow knocking the drink and he found himself focusing on the glass again. "I should have brought more klah..."
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Post by Elessar on Apr 13, 2012 19:43:06 GMT -4
Iromineelmris flinched. He was probably just as bad as those "annoying kids ooh-ing and aw-ing over the eggs." Avoiding J'degar's eyes, he listened to the man as he grumbled, but could tell that the other man would be just as excited at the hatching as Iro would be himself. The Weyr cook also knew that hatchings also came with bad memories for his friend.
As J'degar continued to speak, a softness stole over his features, and Iromineelmris knew he was reliving his Impression to his brown. Jealousy rose up in him, but also immediately Gar was back to his normal, grumpy self, and all semblance of softness was gone. For this, Iromineelmris was grateful. He hated to feel so envious of his closest friend in the Weyr. It was wrong of him to hate J'degar for being chosen by a dragon. After all, what dragon would ever have chosen Iro himself, bastard child of a bastard father, hooked on fellis and the lowest of the low?
And yet... "But there have been people who have Impressed that aren't annoying kids, as you say... men and women, out of age... from the stands? Right?" It was his last shred of hope. He was so intent on waiting for J'degar's response that he didn't even notice his friend focusing on the cup of pure fellis. In reality, it was only the fellis that made Iromineelmris ask such a question that came so close to revealing all of his envy and hope....
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