Injured Pride (1/2)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
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Healer Hall
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Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
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Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Aaron, Sia
Date Posted: 15th June 2025
Characters: E'kirim, J'ler
Description: E'kirim comes to check on J'ler after That Threadfall
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 20 of Turn 12
Notes: Follows Posts "DFW: Bragging Bluerider" and then "DFW: Fact Checking", and references injuries sustained from "DFW: To Fail, to Fall"
E'kirim slid off Norrianth with practiced ease now, a small basket of pastries dangling from one arm as he stomped the snow off his boots as he came in. The Threadfall was a few days past now, and despite hearing about the chaos thirdhand, the bronze weyrling hadn't come to check on J'ler immediately. He figured Norrianth would have noticed if Maishoth was injured, and the bronze was happy as a shellfish making giant footprints in the snow.
Of course, the conversation with K'mai at the summer lake didn't help. Curiosity and no small bit of frustration simmered in the back of his mind-- and it'd be wrong to say that his reluctance to visit wasn't a part of it. He'd tried to brush it off, but it wasn't feeling any better.
Norrianth cocked his head and looked at the brown in a mimicry of E'kirim's own curiosity.
}:Is that an invitation, shall I join you? I would sorely hate to disappoint you,:{ Maishoth said cheerily. Unlike J’ler, he remained optimistic.
Norrianth snorted happily, content that he was right and there was absolutely nothing wrong at all. He wanted to go back to stomping around in the snow.
"I brought pastries!" He announced with forced cheeriness. "Don't ask who I bribed. I got the honeyed ones you like. And the kind with the weird citrus filling."
J’ler shuddered as a sob nearly escaped him, and he covered his face with his arm. His hands were not as tightly bandaged as they had been, but they were still covered.
He had been entirely sure he would never see E’kirim again now that he was ugly, but here he was. And he had brought his favorite sweets. He surely must simply not have known how ugly J’ler was now.
}:You haven't even had the chance to heal yet. What makes you think he won't still get your dick wet?:{
They had already talked about it. E’kirim was hot. He would want to be with someone who was hot, too. Because it was not as though he actually _liked_ J’ler. Like that.
“Thanks, man,” he said.
E'kirim put the basket on the low table in front of J'ler, eyeing the bandages but not thinking much about it. "I'll make some klah, too. Are you able to snack with your hands bandaged like that? I can cut up the pastries like I used to when the twins were small." He teased, "I could feed you. We'd have to be careful, the sexual tension might be too much for Norrianth's little avian heart."
}: Rude :{
J’ler wondered whether E’kirim would think it was deceitful if he accepted his attention now, knowing as he did that he would be ugly when he took the bandages off.
Well… he might as well enjoy it while it lasted. If he could manage not to break down. Crying in the middle of sexual tension was quite the turnoff.
“I think I could manage it… but I wouldn't turn down the help. Or the tension.” Shells, why did he sound so tentative, so afraid? He could not keep his voice from shaking. Was he _shivering_ with nerves? Flames.
"Well, I'll make the klah, you snack. Is there anything else I can do while I'm here? Those bandages look hardcore. I ran into Kadira in the dining hall and she said she's been helping out, too, but I dunno if there's something you don't want your sister to do. I wouldn't want mine to send the laundry down."
“Kadira is too worried about my _hands_!” J’ler snapped, and then when he realized he had snapped, he drew in on himself. “... Wait, why not? Do you have ass-scratchin’ skidmarks or somethin’?”
E'kirim's grin faded into a neutral line. "Don't ever drop off my laundry in the Lower Caverns." He deadpanned. "But yes, she was worried about your hands. They're kinda important. What's going on with you, man?"
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… It just hurts, and I’m grouchy, and I really do appreciate you coming to help me,” J’ler blurted out all at once. He was going to ruin this last bit of time he had with E’kirim before he saw his ruined face and left him for someone handsome. “There’s definitely things I don’t want my sister to do.”
"Do you want help reapplying numbweed? We're doing basic threadscore first aid now. My team won first place in the obstacle course. I'll take my healer knots now, thank you."
J’ler could not help but smile. E’kirim was so effortlessly E’kirim..
“That stuff stinks, but it’s wonderful… Help would be great. Please.”
E'kirim waited for the klah to finish before bringing over the two cups and the jar of numbweed. He carefully did as he was told, removing the bandages and reapplying fresh ones. Once they were done and his own hands only a little numb, he cleared his throat.
"So…were you telling people in Cyan Wing that I'd have a threesome with them?" He asked.
Last updated on the June 17th 2025