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Post by Elessar on Apr 30, 2012 18:51:47 GMT -4
J'degar's question was heard, but ignored. For a brief moment (very brief, to Iromineelmris' disappointment), the other man returned the kiss, but then J'degar opened his eyes and pushed away. With the amount of fellis he had consumed, the world naturally swam before his eyes, and the man clung to whatever was closest-- in this case, Iromineelmris --for support.
Iro blinked, rather shocked to find his friend clinging to him after what had just ocurred, but then he realized that Gar was not used to drinking that much fellis. Oh, dear. "If you have to vomit, please don't do it on me," he joked, shifting his position so that he could support his friend better.
Some part of his brain (the better part, as many would say) was telling him that trying to kiss a man that was known to be straight was a foolish idea, a fool's errand, especially since he had a Weyrmate. Iromineelmris' fellis-induced brain obviously hadn't taken that into account, but now that it was over, the realization was slowly but surely dawning on him. Hoping J'degar was too drugged to say anything (for Iro really was rather embarassed now), he slowly attempted to aid his friend back to his previous sitting position. "Sorry," he muttered meekly, hoping the word would suffice.
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Post by Zirin on Apr 30, 2012 19:38:36 GMT -4
"I'm not that pathetic..." He groaned, keeping his eyes closed as he leaned against Iro, "Once the world stops spinning I'll be fine." He joked back, his hand flailing in the hopes of finding the ledge. He would have been more successful reaching the other way though and after a moment gave up, his head still too fuzzy for him to put much more effort into it. He supposed he was lucky Iro was willing to be helpful without lording it over him, that in itself was a blessing of sorts.
"I'm the one who should be sorry... I don't know why I did that..." In his drugged up mind, J'degar believed he was the one at fault, if only because he had pressed into it, and the confused expression on his face merely proved how he was feeling. In his current state he could care less about the kiss, feeling guilty that he had done it more than anything else. "I think I'll take my fellis is klah next time..." He tried to blink his eyes open again, letting loose another groan as the world still spun.
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Post by Elessar on Apr 30, 2012 20:00:25 GMT -4
Iromineelmris chuckled. "Good. I'd be a little worried if my best friend was so pathetic he threw up from drinking a little bit of pure fellis." His voice was casual, jovial, obviously still joking. Poor J'degar was trying to find the ledge, but just as Iro moved to help him, the other man gave up. Oh well. The cook felt a more than a bit guilty now, and not just from the kiss. He knew how hard pure fellis hit, and it was wrong of him to force J'degar to get this high.
"Not your fault, Gar. Mine." Iromineelmris shook his head. He knew things must be messed up in poor J'degar's fellis-swamped head, but for him to be thinking he was the one in the wrong? Unacceptable. Iro would see to it that Gar knew he wasn't. At his friend's next words, the man laughed. He was used to pure fellis, used to getting this high. J'degar obviously was not. "I think you're right," he told his friend. "You stick to fellis laced klah from now on."
He wondered if there was anything he could do to make his friend feel better, like some sort of hangover remedy. Racking his brains, he sighed. He couldn't think of a single thing. J'degar would just have to ride it out. At least they were in a secluded, comfortable place where they wouldn't be bothered for some time. "So... I guess this means I don't get a ride on Syphraelth, huh?" He said sadly, truly believeing that because of the kiss and the uncomfortable fellis-high, his friend would no longer want to take him for a ride on his dragon, or feel obligated to. Shards.
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Post by Zirin on Apr 30, 2012 22:45:12 GMT -4
"A little bit?" He gave an amused chuckle, "I feel like I drank an entire skin of the stuff..." He rubbed as his temple in a feeble attempt to make his head clear up, and for a moment he reached for the cup. Usually he would take a swig of his coffee when his head needed clearing, but even with his confused mind he knew he needed to keep far, far away from the mug. He was distracted from the drink by a sharp bark of laughter, and he leveled a disappointed look at Iro. Sadly, it was anything but intimidating with the dopey, slow look and the wince of confusion as the world spun before him again.
"I wish it would stop spinning... It felt so good before the spinning..." He actually grinned, outright grinned, which was something unusual for anyone who knew J'degar well. Truth be told, he still felt amazing as long as he kept his eyes closed. Perhaps that was why he wasn't truly freaking out about a simple kiss. His smile faltered as Iro mentioned his dragon, his head lolling back on the ledge again.
"I toooold you Iro, it has to wait... I can't fly tonight. I can't even... even... shards!" He leaned towards Iro with an accusing look, though he only succeeded in half falling into his friend again. Poor Iro... he would need to apologize for this when he could stand. "Why are you so normal?!"
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Post by Elessar on May 2, 2012 2:10:43 GMT -4
"An entire skin? Nonsense. You didn't even have that much at all!" Iromineelmris shot back, grinning. Poor J'degar was really feeling it, though. As his friend reached for the mug, Iro slowly slid it away. That was the last thing Gar needed. When Iro laughed, Gar attempted to glare, but could only wince. His friend was not imtimidating on his best days, let alone when he was riding sky-high on pure fellis.
Iromineelmris gave a startled look to the other man, who was smiling a smile a million miles wide. The two men had known each other for awhile, and Iro couldn't recall a time when he actually saw J'degar smile. Maybe this fellis thing was a bad idea... things were starting to get a bit weird! The cook ignored Gar's comments about the spinning. Soon enough the other man would figure out to just keep his eyes closed until the world stilled and the moment passed. ...then again, Gar had proven himself stubborn on more than one occasion...
The cook jumped when Gar fell into him again, but recovered quickly (or at least it seemed quick, since his reflexes were dulled by fellis and Gar's mind was dulled by the same fantastic, wonderful, intoxicating substance), and propped the other man up once more. "We're not flying now, dimglow! Later, later!" Iro shook his head, and winced when the world revolved. He closed his eyes briefly, and then, holding onto J'degar to both help his friend and support himself, gritted his teeth. "Because it hasn't... hit me... yet..." But as the words escaped his mouth, there it was. The sucker-punch of a hit. Shards, was he feeling it now!
It would have been an awkward scene for anyone to walk in on. Two grown men, fully naked, their eyes shut tightly, clinging to each other for support and stability. Iromineelmris just hoped like hell that no one was up at this hour who cared for a dip in the bathing pool. He didn't think his spinning head could form a valid argument for why he and Gar were clinging to each other like long-lost lovers reunited after being away from each other for years and years. Actually... was there a valid argument for why? He wasn't sure any more...
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Post by Zirin on May 2, 2012 2:40:44 GMT -4
If J'degar noticed the look Iro was giving him, his smile likely would have faltered then and there, but luckily a high Gar was a blissfully unaware Gar. It was also a good thing J'degar couldn't read the cook's mind. He would not take kindly to being called weird regardless of the circumstances. Besides, this had been Iro's idea, so it was his own fault for causing the brownrider's 'weirdness'.
J'degar supposed he should be thankful that Iromineelmris seemed so capable when it came to supporting him, but J'degar hated being dependant and the simple knowledge that it was Iro helping him sit up was a bit embarassing. Of course, mere moments later everything seemed to change as the cook's speech changed slightly and Gar felt the weight of him leaning back into him. Well well well, the supporter had become the supported! Though in truth they were both only still sitting because of eachother. Then J'degar did something even more shocking than his smile had been; he laughed. It wasn't a chuckle or a snicker, no, this was an outright guffaw!
"We should... we should... out of the bath..." It might have been Syphraelth's voice in the back of his mind that told J'degar that staying in the heat of the bath much longer would be dangerous, or it could have been the small sliver of wit he still retained. Regardless of why, he knew they would be in trouble if one of them fell; the needed to get out of the water. Without thinking, he wrapped an arm around Iro's waist as he tried to turn towards the ledge, both supporting and being supported by the other man. His eyes were opened only a sliver in the hopes of keeping his vision. He reached his free arm out over the ledge, trying to pull himself out, though the effort was wasted.
"Iro.. Iro we need to work together!" His voice was breathy, as if he had just uncovered a great secret.
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Post by Elessar on May 2, 2012 3:07:43 GMT -4
Iromineelmris could see J'degar's good sense in getting out of the bath. After all... there were adventures to be had! Raising one wobbly arm, the other still wrapped around his friend for support, and to be support, the cook pointed a shaky finger at the ceiling. "Adventure is out there!" If he had still retained the ability to yell, he would have, but instead the exclaimation came out as a sort of strangled, hoarse groan.
Looking down, the cook seemed to just then notice J'degar's arm around his waist, and he giggled helplessly. "Who'se makin' moves on who now?" He asked, wrapping his other arm around his friend's shoulders. He shifted, trying to make it easier for both he and Gar to exit the warmth of the bathing pools, but the motion caused his head to swim and the world to reel around him as if it were spiraling maniacally out of control.
The man reacted instinstively, clenching his eyes shut and leaning over. This inherently caused the (weak) stability that the two men had to topple, and Iromineelmris was barely able to register what was happening before he was falling backwards, keeling over into the warm, warm water with a soft splash. As the water rushed over him, he felt rather nauseated, but when he surfaced, floating spread-eagled on top of the water, he felt strangely calm again, like he had before the spinning started. He had a hunch that if he tried to move, however, the spinning would start again. Shards.
He knew that he should probably make sure J'degar was okay, but he felt so peaceful, just floating there... but what if Gar had fallen and instead of hitting the water, hit his head on the hard rock ledge? The man attempted to move, and the room spun again, so instead he settled for trying to shout. "Gaaaaaar?" He asked, voice echoing in the wide room of the bathing pool. "Are you okaaaaaaaay?"
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Post by Zirin on May 2, 2012 19:08:55 GMT -4
J'degar looked down at his arm, at first confused as to why it was there. He certainly wasn't coming on to his friend. Sure, he had no problem waking up to a man after a flight, but given the choice he'd avoid men altogether. Of course, by the time his mind caught up with something to say, Iro had wrapped an arm around his shoulders and was trying to get out.
The next thing Gar knew, he was underwater, instinctively holding his breath and thrashing about, trying to find out which way was up. How had he ended up here? Last thing he could remember was Iro falling backwards... ah there we go! His reflexes had been too slow to move his arm and he had been dragged under. Gar couldn't hear Iro calling for him, nor could he respond anyways. In fact, there were a few moments of silence before his feet finally found their way under him and he was able to force himself to the surface. Coughing, he clung to the side of the bath and attempted to haul himself out, though he only managed to pull himself halfway out before his arms gave way beneath him, leaving his buttocks hanging just above the water. Luckily, he was too out of it to even notice.
"I.. thought I was... going to die..." He was panting, his sides heaving. On the bright side, at least he was able to partially open his eyes without getting too dizzy now.. "Iro... IIIIRRROOOOOO. The bath tried to eat me! It's not safe in there!"
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