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Post by Nai-ru on Sept 16, 2007 16:48:51 GMT -5
The Weyrleader was in Big Trouble.
If Theo had anything to say about it, this was going to be the last time he ever had the opportunity to be in Big Trouble. In fact, if Theo had anything to say about it, this was going to be the last time he ever had the opportunity to be alive.
"C'RIN, YOU BASTARD!" she screamed as she slammed open the door to the Weyrleaders' weyr. If he wasn't in there, he'd get in there really quickly. Unless, of course, he wanted to die a painful death. At Theo's hands. Don't forget that qualification, C'rin.
"WHERE ARE YOU?! YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE! GET OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!"
He'd better.
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Post by blacklight on Sept 16, 2007 20:47:57 GMT -5
C'rin had managed to dissappear after his spat with the Weyrwoman, locking himself in his room and refusing to come out. He didn't want to deal with anyone, not when he had to deal with the idea of being a father. Mith had kept insisting that it was a good thing, that he should be proud. But the Darknessrider couldn't seem to make himself believe it. Sure, he didn't want the thing to die, but he didn't want the responsibilty that came with it.
He hadn't ever wanted a child. He hadn't ever wanted to settle down, either. C'rin set his jaw, reminding himself he was under no obligation to 'settle down' with the Weyrwoman. All he had to do was wait for the next Flight and make sure Mith didn't go chasing after the Mist. It would be difficult, but even if the Darkness took flight, there were more Kings now. Surely one of them would be better, faster, stronger. Anyone, he thought, would be more qualified than he was for this position.
Also, anyone would be better qualified to be a father. C'rin hated children, and now he was going to have one to his name. Thank Faranth for fostering. He'd never have to look at the brat if he didn't want to. But you will, the Darkness cut in, dipping his head knowingly. His rider hissed at him and had promptly climbed into bed to sleep. With the blackness came no thoughts, or at least none he would remember when he woke up.
C'rin had somehow managed to sleep through the entire incident. It didn't help that he was stressed and hadn't been sleeping well to begin with, either. It also didn't help that there was an angry Weyrwoman yelling her throat into oblivion in his weyr. He groaned and slid a pillow over his head, hoping if he couldn't see her, then she wouldn't see him. I'd get up if I were you, Mine. the Darkness sounded a touch somber. C'rin groaned again, but flung the pillow off his face and sat up, bedsheets bunched around his waist. He'd been doing better about listening to Mith lately. Maybe he was being tamed?
...Nah. Not him.
"I'm right here, no need to yell like someone just died," he yawned, looking wholly unconcerned about why she was slamming doors and screaming. C'rin bothered to cover his yawn, then rub at the side of his eye with that hand. On any other day, it might have been cute how his hair was messed up from sleeping. Any other day.
He's always cute to me... Shut up, Mith. Don't go ooc.
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Post by Nai-ru on Sept 17, 2007 16:06:13 GMT -5
"C'rin!" Theo yelled, barrelling through the door separating the two weyrs. "Where the shard were you earlier?!" She took him in. "We had a murder and an attack on a dragon and you slept through it?!"
She was sorely tempted to beat the stuffing out of him. Even more so than usual.
"Look, C'rin," the Weyrwoman went on in a softer tone, taking deep breaths and pinching the bridge of her nose in an attempt to calm herself down, "I know you didn't ask to be Weyrleader, but you are. You have to take the job seriously. You think I wanted to be Weyrwoman? But... honestly... Mith, why didn't you wake him?"
How quickly the flames of fury cool.
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