A Distinct Proposition

[Jay Kitten]

It was getting late... As Rukbat descended passed the horizon, the sky was thrown into a blaze of bright orange and yellow, lighting the heavens on fire with their shocking display. But it was the light that this cast on the Weyr below that was much more interesting, at least to Lylore, as he watched the shadows grow slowly longer as the sun went down. He walked along the ledge on the outside of the weyrs, the one that would lead him home to where K'nan would no doubt be waiting for him. He had been around for some time now, having not been sent on any kind of mission for awhile, which both had Lylore happy and worried; to not be sent on a mission in so long meant that he would likely get new orders soon. His brow was furrowed with this exact thought as he finally made it to the entrance to their shared weyr, and he stopped before he turned the corner.

He took a moment to take a deep breath, removing that look from his face. K'nan was brilliant at reading him, he had grown so much closer to the male that he had come to known the looks on his face. And so he cleared his thoughts, before he carefully peeked around the corner, just a bare bit of his eyes and the top of his head visible as he did so. When he confirmed that the male was, indeed home, he shuffled out into view, and moved into the weyr.

K'nan had called him back via Embraeth, the voice had shot into his head as he had been walking along the beach. Apparently, his lover had something to tell him, and it was this exact fact that was causing the worry he had just been thinking about. He knew it was time for another assignment for the bronzerider, and he didn't want to deal with that now. Not when they had just started to really get their lives going together...

[Simile]

K'nan was facing towards the ledge, watching his big brute of a dragon sleep. He was handsome thing in his own right. Embraeth. The big bronze beast was sleeping. He had had a bath earlier. With the help of a few candidates. K'nan himself was still quite messy from a hard days work - soot not in short supply on his clothes and skin. His own throat was still a bit scratchy from the recent fire and smoke inhalation - but he was much luckier than most. The large bronze was as well - suffering few if any injuries or complications. He was waiting for Lylore. He had some important news to tell him. And he had something to ask him. He'd made a promise ot take Lylore the next time he was sent out, but, well... Lylore hated dragons and the cold. And this place was going ot have both of those things.

He turned as Embreath lifted his head. Greetings Lylore. The bronze spoke calmly to the young man, turning his head to look His hide was still damp. But he was cleaner than his rider at hte moment.

"Lylore!" K'nan said, a smile cracking the otherwise dirt smeared face.   

[Jay Kitten]

He couldn't help it. He just couldn't help it, he had to smile, seeing that stupid, soot-covered face. K'nan was absolutely filthy... But he was still K'nan. Lylore was smiling, and his heart fluttered yet again, like it did every time the male said his name. But there was that dragon again, cracking into his head... He cringed slightly at the intrusion into his mind, never a warning with those beasts. The boy was much more used to his lover's dragon than others, but honestly, it still shook him every time he spoke to him. He just, plain, didn't like dragons.

Still, he was pushed to act now and he walked toward the cabinets on the far side of their weyr, retrieving one of the cloths he used typically for washing dishes, and soaked it in the soapy water he kept for the very same reason. Moving to his weyrmate's side, he slowly reached up with the damp rag, and began to clean off his face, wiping gently at his forehead. Sharding bronzerider... Couldn't even keep himself clean!

His heart warmed from the lull it had been in, though, his worry washing away for the moment. Instead, his face wore a concentrated expression as he focused only on what he was doing, his tongue sticking out on the corner of his mouth slightly as he worked, removing the ash from K'nan's features with a gentle hand.

Hello, you big oaf, he thought, then, and looked to hold the man's gaze, just for a moment.

[Simile]

K'nan grinned as he saw Lylore smile. That smile.... it made his heart warm. He walked over towards him a bit. He smiled ruefully. He knew that his mate didn't much care for hte intrusion of dragons. In fact, he didn't much care for dragons. The dragon didn't seem to be concerned... nor did he seem to notice in the least.

He watched Lylore even as he started to pull of his dirty shirt, revealing skin that had stayed relatively clean beneath. He shook his head at himself, frowning before Lylore returned, reaching up to clean up his face. He smiled. and leaned down, pressing his lips briefly to Lylore's forehead with a small smile. He didn't need wors to tell Lylore that he loved him.His lover didn't much care for physical contact from anyone... but he was doing his best to try to get him used to it.

He looked at Lylore, smiling at him, gently reaching out a hand to touch his cheek.

"Lylore... they've given me another assignment... but I want you to come with me... I just don't think you'll like it very much..." he grimaced slightly.

[Jay Kitten]

He had been mostly paying attention to the man's skin, noticing that he was going to need a bath twice to get the soot out of his pores, but he blinked when he suddenly found lips on his forehead. It was so strange, after the one day they had spent together when K'nan had finally come back from his last trip, the male had been so... affectionate with Lylore. It felt odd to him, so strange, to be doing something so mundane and get a kiss out of nowhere... But K'nan, he was just so... commanding about it. It wasn't bad, it was like he was so sure of what he wanted to do that Lylore simply couldn't stop him. Didn't want to, even. A light blush touched his cheeks at that realization, he felt so... Scandalous, almost. Like one of those Queenriders with many mates. But his K'nan was his one and only...

And that's when he said it. He nearly froze. His eyes dropped immediately to his feet, and he stared there for a second, his heart had dropped straight into his stomach. Just like a dragon coming in for a crash landing. There was a hand on his cheek, and for a moment, he nuzzled against it, letting the tips of those rough fingers comfort him, brush over his flesh; it was short-lived however, because soon his eyes came up to meet his weyrmate's, full of doubt and worry and sadness. Why did they have to leave? They had just settled in to their life at Rainbow Mists! K'nan was actually here, had been for some time now, and now that it was just getting good, they had to leave? WHY?!

He was clenching the rag so hard now that droplets of water were coming out and splashing on the floor, staining it slightly with blackened spots from the ash coming off of K'nan's face. But for now, he was waiting, waiting for the male to tell him where they had to go, where he was taking him. He would go, he had to go, he couldn't bear the thought of being apart from him again. What would happen if he was away, without him, and got hurt? Nobody to take care of him... What if K'nan's judgement got the better of him again? Nobody to stare him down, put him back into his place... And what if Lylore had one of his moments, where his anxiety took over, and he couldn't calm down? Or what if somebody decided to pick on him for his disability again, with nobody there to stop them? Lylore was strictly non-violent!

[Simile]

K'nan just looked down at Lylore for a long moment, his thumb stroking his cheek gently. He sighed softly and put his other hand on the other side of Lylore's face, looking at him seriously, searching his expression for a moment as he watched him. "It will just be temporary I'm sure... but I'm being sent to Ice Stone Weyr for the time being..." He looked at him seriously, trying to read his expression - trying to read the look in his eyes. "I know you hate the cold... and you don't really like dragons... but... well... here they were... or were going to go if Lylore agreed. He had to. He didn't think he could leave him behind.

He moved his hand down to Lylore's, gently encouraging him to loosen his grip on the rag.

[Jay Kitten]

Lylore could feel his nails through the cloth digging into his flesh, and knew that he'd likely have been bleeding if it weren't there, as it had tightened even more upon hearing where they would have to go. Hated the cold? Hated... That was an understatement! He loathed the cold! And he loathed dragons! This wasn't fair, it just... It...

He felt another hand on the other side of his face, and he looked up into those eyes, his own starting to water. He couldn't help it, a tear trailed down his cheek, dripping from his chin and joining the spots on the floor. He didn't want to leave, he loved it here...! Here in this weyr where they... Lived. He closed his eyes and looked away for only a moment before that hand found his own, causing it to loosen almost instantly. K'nan's hands were like magic like that... So gentle, he always was gentle with Lylore.

All at once, he dropped the rag and simply flung himself at his lover, rushing to him roughly, arms wrapping- no, being thrown around him as his face buried deep into his shoulder, his tears finding and soaking the man's shirt, absorbed instantly by the cloth. He squeezed him tight, so tight, too tight... And silently cursed whoever had made this happen. It just wasn't fair...