So Sharding Alone!

[Jay Kitten]

Life was plain. Boring. Typical. But life for Lylore was all of these things and more, when K'nan was gone... Sure, he understood why he was out, why he had to leave, why he took so long coming home. But it didn't keep it from bothering him. K'nan hadn't come home last night, though the reason why was completely lost on him as he awoke to a frigid, lifeless weyr. He sat up only to look around, before he had to huddle back to his blankets to keep from freezing to death. His breath drew long puffs of steam from his lips; the wisps rolled and dissipated as he mulled things over in his head.

K'nan wasn't on watch... He hadn't had a scheduled trip... He wasn't on an outreach mission, he hadn't gone out with friends, he wasn't locked up in the jail from what he could tell, so why hadn't he come home last night? Why hadn't he snuck in and slipped into bed like usual when he was out late?

The groggy boy pulled himself up before sprawling back down to the sheets as he flopped on one side, bound by a coil of blanket protecting his meagerly insulated body against the harsh morning temperatures. He looked as though he hadn't slept well at all- which he hadn't- due to the fact that his hair was tangled and messy, his eyes had bags underneath and his skin had lost it's usual odd glow. But that was what happened when he hadn't a nice, warm bronzerider to hold until morning. So, as usual, without his teddy bear he had had a nightmare and turned and tossed all through the evening until finally settling into a small restful slumber just before dawn. Lylore, however, was only feeling it now as he placed one bare foot to the cold stone floor. Klah. Now.

Finally reaching the small stove in the kitchenette, he lit it and set a kettle of klah to boil. Reclining in one of the chairs near the stove for warmth, he then stared at the tiny flames, his mind filtering out thoughts of strangling K'nan when he got home for once again failing to tell him what was going on. Those wouldn't help keep the moments he DID have with the bronzerider pleasant.

[Simile]

Embraeth was berating him again... and K'nan was holding an injured shoulder and arm. It was all bandaged up...but it was going to scar... He had been lucky. But the Healers had still kept him in the Hold all night where they could keep a neye on him and he would have to go see the Healers here... definitely. He'd a made a promise he would. But first... he had his special person to go see. His Lylore. He winced as he landed, the jarring landing caused his arm to ache. He sighed. "Lylore?" He called as Embraeth knelt and he took his time to undo the straps and slide down to the ground, wincing again as he jarred his arm and shoulder. He sighed, heading into the weyr, still in his riding gear. He was going to need a new jacket... and his shirt would definitely need to be replaced.... He frowned. Lylore was going to see the blood on both and be very not happy.

[Jay Kitten]

The male had been starting to fall asleep when his kettle had gone off and woken him once more, and he groggily poured the stuff into a mug before he heard the sound of a large dragon behind him, the wingbeats and finally a thump letting him know who was home. He wheeled, and with a disgruntled look on his face, raised a hand like he was going to yell, but as soon as he saw the blood and the bandages it faded into a deep look of concern. He nearly dropped his mug so he set it down and ran over, his hand gingerly moving to touch the surface of the bandages. What had happened? Is this why he hadn't come home last night?

He looked up and searched the man's face for his answer, but all he really got was the obvious look of pain on K'nan's face. No, Lylore wasn't happy, but for now he was much more concerned with the safety of his bronzerider. He grabbed his hand- happy to feel it's roughness again- and tugged him toward the bed, pushing him down by the chest with one gentle, yet strict hand. He leaned over slightly to examine the bandaging, unwrapping it slightly so he could get a look at his wound.

When he finally opened it enough to see, he gasped gently, and his eyes narrowed again as he gave a look to K'nan. It was obviously a knife wound, Lylore had seen them before, which meant that K'nan was up to his usual heroics... Sharding bronzerider was going to get himself killed!

[Simile]

K'nan gave Lylore a weak smile. "I'm sorry I didn't come home last night..." he said quietly as Lylore raised his hand as if to yell. but when he didn't... K'nan was rather relieved actually... he was not up for beign silently yelled at right now... He just kind of hoped he could avoid Lylore ignoring him for awhile... He blinked as he stepped towards him.

K'nan smiled, giving Lylore's hand a squeeze in his roughened one. He followed Lylore wihtout question and did as he directed, looking at his face as he began examining his wound... He was sure he wasn't going to like what he saw. that was just he way of it.

" I went to the Hodl yesterday... to get some things and well... there was a fight between some drunkards... one pulled a knife and I jumped in to stop him from killing the ohter..." He gently reached up, touching his cheek softly. "I'll be okay... don't worry so much..." he said quietly, looking at him.

[Jay Kitten]

Unfortunately for K'nan, "okay" didn't cut it for Lylore. But it wasn't as though he was a Healer, and while he was a smart boy he lacked the knowledge to properly heal the man himself. But it didn't matter, he would see a Healer whether Lylore knew what he was doing or not. He replaced the bandage with all due care.

You sharding fool... Why do you always have to get yourself involved? Lylore was a bit of a morbid personality, if drunkards wanted to kill each other he was all for letting them. But his K'nan... That was a different story. He took his hand again, he couldn't bare to let it go right now. He tugged at him more, pulling him towards the sheets. Rest would be good for both of them. He curled his smaller body around the man's once he had settled in, his head on the opposite shoulder of his wound.

He closed his eyes, and yawned. All he wanted to do was to sleep, and that was likely where he was headed. But he could listen to K'nan in the mean time...

[Simile]

Lylore was always concerned with him and him being there... he really wasn't very fair to hte young man... He smiled softly at Lylore, taking in his features. Yes... this was the love that he had. And it was a good love. He would have liked to kiss Lylore then... but he didn't know that the young man would much appreciate that... He didn't much care for physical interaction much of the time... though he did cuddle with him and let him hug him and things. For which he was very grateful because those were things that he wanted... that he liked.

K'nan turned his hand, lacing his fingers with Lylores, pulling his hand up to his lips and kissing the young man's fingers gently. His touch was light. "I'm sorry..." he said quietly. K'nan moved towards the sheets as Lylore directed, K'nan nestled in to sleep beside his Lylore, wrapping his arms around the boy as best he could, though his injured shoulder did protest a bit... but his uninjured arm did loop around him.

He frowned, turning slightly and leaning down, pressing his lips against Lylore's gently. He didn't want ot sleep... he wanted to spend time with his love

[Jay Kitten]

Lylore had been starting to drift off when K'nan began to shift, and he would have groaned had he the capacity to, but soon he felt soft lips on his fingers and his eyes opened again. He felt suddenly so... Close to the man, and his sleepiness washed over him briefly, but he pushed closer, and buried his face into his shoulder, his favored place. His fingers slid between the hand in his, curling up into a fist. It was a bit tight, but it was obvious he didn't want the man to leave again. Stabbed... What was he thinking?

Soon, though, K'nan shifted again, and the boy found himself in a situation he didn't have time to react to. Suddenly those wonderful lips from before were against his own, and... For a moment, he wanted to run away again. But why? He had wanted that, for ages now, but he had wanted to be the one to... Did it even matter? His arms slid about the other's neck and he finally pushed back, giving him the kiss he had wanted. Faranth, if it had pained him so much... He had planned to do dinner first after spending the day with him, but this worked too.

When they finally parted lips, he hid his face again, his eyes watering, but he wasn't going to show it. Why did he feel like protecting K'nan even if it meant others were harmed? He knew how K'nan felt about violence, same as he did but... Was it worth it really? What if that blade had struck him in the heart? Sharding... Bronzerider! Really!

He looked up at him once he was sure the tears weren't coming, and he sighed softly. Would he not let him sleep yet? He pushed him to the side gently and rolled to sit on top of him, pulling the blanket that had been about him over the top of them both. It formed a tent atop his head, and he smiled down at his K'nan.

You know, despite how silly you can be... I have to say I love you.

He didn't seem to mind the fact he was only in an undershirt and shorts, which for Lylore was kind of a big thing. But right now, it didn't matter to him one bit. He leaned down and kissed the man's forehead, one hand running through his hair. How he wished he could just say it already. Why didn't K'nan? He knew it had to be on both their minds.

[Simile]

K'nan pressed a bit harder into their kiss, his arms wrapping tightly around Lylore. He didn't say it yet... he was a little afraid to. Love had never gone well for K'nan... he only hoped... that was all there was too it... He looked at Lylore lovingly, gently, wishing he could just feel the love he had for him... that he wouldn't need to say it... It'd be so much easier. He'd have to find the courage eventually...

K'nan held him tightly against his chest for a long moment with one arm, his other injured arm, gently stroking the man's cheek. He blinked. Why was he hiding his face...? Then he looked at him and he smiled softly. "I'm sorry..." he said softly. Sorry for making him upset...

He blinked and smiled warmly as Lylore him to the side and rolled himself on top of him. He stared up at the boy for a while, his arms reaching out and running along his body gently. He smiled up at him. Lylore kissed his forehead and K'nan wrapped his arms around him, one arm gently running through his hair.

He swallowed, looking up at him again. "Lylore... I..." he started, wanting to feel him closer to him. He wanted to say it... but he was afraid to say it. He kissed him gently. "I love you..." he said. It was barely audible -a whisper...

[Jay Kitten]

Finally, after a long while, Lylore felt safe. He felt like K'nan was safe. As those arms moved about him, he sighed again, this time relieving the tension he'd been feeling. He felt warm now, soft... Protected. The apology rolled from the man's lips, and he was easily forgiven. Those fingers in his hair, the way he smelled...

There was little he didn't like about K'nan, but if those parts were any different, he wouldn't be himself. So it was easy for him to overlook it. His hands moved to touch, and he let him, he had to let him have something or else what kind of lover could he be? Eventually he found his way to his hair, and that was when he would have purred had he been capable. He moved down to return to his chest, but instead found K'nan blocking his way with a kiss again, and those words that went with it...

I love you too, you know.

He practically melted. This was why he loved this man. He gave him his kiss, and another on the cheek, and one more on the neck for good luck. But he was tired, and he had to rest. Only for a little while... He finally pushed K'nan's hands back, weaving their fingers together, returning his cheek to the shoulder of his bronzerider. This was better than a cold, lonely weyr. This was what he had wanted. From his place where he was, his hand tugged the man's head down so he could place his own kiss upon his lips, this one fully loving and meant just for him. It was soft, electric... And it came with gentle fingers moving along his cheek to cup it, lifting him in to it. Just for him, a Lylore kiss.

Curling against him, he claimed him as a pillow, his leg locking K'nan's together, an arm thrown over his midriff and a head on his shoulder. For Lylore, there was nothing comfier. All he needed were a couple candlemarks of nice restful sleep, then he had all the time in the world to spend with the man...

And so he drifted off for now, leaving K'nan awake and pinned.