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Post by hrsegrl on Apr 28, 2007 20:01:20 GMT -5
"I'm NOT talking about flights!" He said loudly becomming very agitated. The greenrider didn't see it because he could always say it was just pre flight banter. Trying to get men interested in chasing him and his green. Well Rory had had enough of it. Then there was his constant gaurding.
"Besides I don't need a nanny. I'm thirty two and I don't want someone telling me what I can and can not do. What this all comes down to is that you don't trust me." Rory said as if having an epiphany. He had finally realized that N'zule didn't trust him.
"The drinking isn't about me looking foolish. As usual this is N'zule protecting his reputation. You don't really care about me at all." Rory was hard to anger but N'zule knew exactly how to make him so. He hated him. He did.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Apr 28, 2007 20:23:58 GMT -5
"You-" N'zule couldn't think straight, "You- you- you scum! You think that my life should be about making you happy, and letting you ruin yourself because you can? You think that me looking after you is a bad thing?"
Flinging his arms wide, he continued shouting. "I don't have to worry about my reputation- you already ruined it." That was actually rather true. For a Greenrider to take up with a drudge- while not unheard of, it was rare. And not exactly encouraged either.
"Fine! Think whatever it is you like. Think that I don't care about you! Think that you're so unloved, and unnoticed, and go cry. Think I need to deal with a drunken, snobby, sissy Drudge? I have better things to do."
The volume of his voice had changed, and gone lower, and on his last sentence, he sounded almost normal, and calm. His posture changed, becoming more professional, and distant.
"Thank you for fixing my bed." He added, in a cold, clipped voice.
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Post by hrsegrl on Apr 28, 2007 20:32:15 GMT -5
Now the greenrider had done it. If N'zule wanted to spark something, he had. He wasn't going to stay and be talked down to. "Oh I had forgotten, you are better than I am." Like he ever got a chance to forget. Rory took his remaining shoe and practically shoved it onto his foot.
Rory shook his head and turned away. HE knew better than to get involved with riders. He knew. Once wasn't enough, he had to make the same mistake twice. This time was different. Last time he had thought he was hurt but it wasn't like what he was beginning to feel now.
"I won't be around to fix it agin. You can be sure of that." Rory said walking out of the greenrider's Weyr without so much as a look back. He was done. So done. He hated him like he had never hated anyone before. Rory turned the corner, leaned against the wall and sunk down to the floor. If there was a place worse than death, he was in it.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Apr 28, 2007 20:54:36 GMT -5
If there had ever been a more appropriate time to cry, it would have been now. However, N'zule wasn't going to allow the other man that satisfaction- not that he'd know, but it was the idea of these things. His rage was impotent- he wasn't chasing the other man down(he didn't want to look like he'd lost a drudge in front of others), and the man was probably going to get drunk now anyway.
Feeling foolish just standing there, N'zule tried to think of some task he needed to do. Deciding his weyr was a frightful mess, he started cleaning. The sheets were the first thing he removed, and while not everything needed to be cleaned, N'zule didn't care. The sheets were gone, the pillowcases, the blankets, all were removed, and shoved into a large canvas back to be taken down to the laundry soon. More needed to be done.
Dearest, are we still taking a bath at the lake today? Del's clear, quiet voice came into his head once again. She knew that he and Rory had a fight, but didn't think much of it- she knew the two were always fighting. Her rider wouldn't not come and scrub her though- he never did that.
Del, can we do that tomorrow? I know that everyone was talking about the new blue, why don't you go fine something else about him?
Though his tone of voice worried her, the Green decided not to press. He would bath her tomorrow, and he sounded frightening right then.
When he felt Delith return her attention elsewhere, he continued cleaning, like trying to remove a spot on his soul. He removed anything that reminded him of Rory, or at least changed where it was. Being unable to cope with his room was not something he intended to have to deal with.
No, this would be something he would forget about in a week.
(End)[//b]
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