Congratulations Should Be In Oder

Writers: Sia, Curious
Date Posted: 27th June 2024

Characters: E'kirim, K'aur
Description: K'aur tries to congratulate Ekirim on becoming a candidate
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 4 of Turn 11
Notes: Mentioned: M'thos, Saibra, Zorenh, R'enh (not by name)

So. Rumor had it that Ekirim had decided to stand. That was good. Great, even! As his older brother, K'aur really ought to say something to him about it. Do something.

What he ended up doing was grabbing his arm as he passed him in the Weyrbowl, leaning over, and whispering, “I bet your dragon's gonna name you _ R'im_. You look like a R'im.”

Ekirim looked down at his older brother, nonchalant. "At least R'im doesn't sound like a wherry squawking. 'K'aur, K'aur'."

“You'd better get used to the sound of that squawk, because someday, you're going to be hearing ‘Weyrleader K'aur’ everywhere you go.” K'aur paused then and, with all the weight of a teenaged boy who was single-handedly trying to mold his family into something socially acceptable, he put a hand on Ekirim's shoulder. “Seriously, though. Good job.”

"Hm." Ekirim didn't argue with that. It wasn't a hill he wanted to die on, and K'aur probably embarrassed himself enough in the Wings with that attitude. "Good job, for what? I'm not doing anything new. I would pay marks to listen M'thos talk all day. Man doesn't know what the top buttons of his shirt are supposed to do."

K’aur opened his mouth. And closed it. He blinked, his lips twisted in an odd way, and finally, he reached out to place a hand on Ekirim’s shoulder. “You know,” he slowly said, “If you… prefer men… I think I would have preferred you to tell me in another way. Like. Literally _any_ other way.”

"Sounds like a you problem. I'm not exactly subtle." Ekirim deadpanned and briefly let his wrist go limp. It was gone again with a sly grin. "I'm not exclusive. Men are easier to get into bed. And in this cold, the ladies aren't as keen on leaving the buttons on their blouses undone. C'mon, he was your Weyrlingmaster for what, a month? You never once thought 'man, I'd let him Search me', if you know what I mean?"

K'aur stared off into the distance, eyes glazing over slightly. Dead inside, that was what this young man was. Dead inside and getting deader with every word his brother said. “He's a teacher,” he flatly said. “That inherently makes him one of the least sexy things to ever walk the face of Pern, and that you disagree is something I never needed to know.”

"I would have accepted Search immediately." Ekirim said with an exaggerated sigh. He placed his hand on K'aur's shoulder in a mimicry of what the brownrider had just done, squeezing tightly to keep him trapped. "Some teachers are sexy. I bet he and his husband do 'hot for teacher' role play."

K’aur’s expression contorted in outright horror. He attempted to wriggle out of Ekirim’s grasp, only for his lack of progress to serve as a prompt reminder that his little brother was, in fact, stronger than him. Rather than acknowledge that as something that had happened, he put his _other _ hand on Ekirim’s shoulder, attempted to squeeze just as tight, and said, “You have VTOLs in your brain. You know who’s _really_ sexy though? Weyrwoman Saibra. In a… hot mom sort of way.”

"Oh, pff. I dare you to think of one hot person that's not tied to the hardest dragon Remiath can chase." Ekirim said. "Though I bet her and her weyrmate don't do that kind of roleplay now that he's Acting Weyrleader. Hey, do you know Zorenh? That's the Weyrleader's kid, but I don't think he's Saibra's kid."

“It doesn't matter who anyone else is tied to, she's the only one I need to think about winning,” K'aur retorted. He let go of Ekirim and, in a swift, hard tug, pulled himself free as well. “Don't know him. Don't particularly care to know him,” he said. “Why?”

"No reason. He transferred from Dolphin Cove, wasn't sure how recent. He is…painfully straight. How do you grow up in a Weyr and end up like that?" Ekirim said. "Winning, huh? Classy. You got Remiath flying laps or something? Getting your flirt on in the Dining Hall?"

“Because that's how people are sometimes?” K'aur said with a raised eyebrow. “And I'll let you know that I'm above Dining Hall flirting. But flying laps… I think I'll need something more than that. A horn, maybe. I'll commission the loudest, most obnoxious horn in all of Pern, that way you'll know the instant I win.”

Ekirim saw his opportunity to be the most awkward brother possible and took it. "Who knows, buddy. By the time that happens, I might just be in the Flightroom too," And with that, he took a step back and away, starting to continue his walk back to the candidate barracks. "Think about that, future Weyrleader!"

“If I see you within a dragonlength of a Flightroom, ever, in any context, I'll kill you with my own bare hands,” K'aur shouted after him. He went ignored, of course - Ekirim wouldn't know how to take a very serious warning if his life depended on it - but that was fine. K'aur would just pay someone to dip all his socks in oil or something.

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