In his arms, safely go to sleep
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Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 8th September 2009
Characters: Im're, Maret
Description: Imarre battles with his holdbred-inhibitions.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 3 of Turn 5
Imarre laid next to Maret in his bed, resting after what you could
only call "a moment of passion". The sweat was drying from his skin,
which made him chilled. He pulled a fur over him. Deep inside there
was little nagging voice that told him: this is wrong, pervert. He
tried to ignore it but it made him twitch restlessly.
"Shards, can't you lie still for a while?" Maret chuckled softly,
turning wrap an arm over Imarre. Perhaps if he held him down, his bed
partner would stay still long enough he could fall asleep for once.
"Sorry," Imarra said sheepishly and tried to stay still. He loved
Maret, so why couldn't he just accept it, why he have to feel guilty?
"You're sighing again," his companion muttered. "Just close your eyes
and try to sleep. You should be worn out."
"Sorry, it's just my hold-bred inhibitions experessing themself,"
Imarre sighed again. "I thought we had already bannished them."
Now it was Maret's turn to sigh. "So had I." He rolled onto his back
once more and stared up at the ceiling. "What happened now?"
"I don't know, " Imarre said, and then thinking back the day he added:
"Or maybe I do. There was incident over the lunch, I wasn't involved
but I saw someone throw a fit because male greenrider was making
'advances' on him. It kind of reminded me how the rest of the Pern
views this stuff. The greenrider was just flirting, not even
touching." He stared the rock-ceiling above them.
"Who cares about the rest of Pern, Imarre, when you and I are the only
two people in this room? _We_ are what should matter, not them." And
it was so frustrating sometimes that he just couldn't see that!
"I know that but my feelings doesn't always listen to the reason!"
Imarre said, flaring up.
"Well, has it ever occurred to you that when you put yourself down for
wanting me you're putting _me_ down to? That you're calling _me_ broken
and unnatural?" Maret may not have felt the pressure of Hall and Hold
to conform, but it sure left a bitter taste in his mouth with little
morsels of the outside world found it's way into his bed.
"No, it haven't" Imarre replied with sinking hearts. Now he was
feeling really wretched. And he had ruined a perfect after-moment.
"Look, _they_ are the ones that are broken, not us," Maret said, turning
on his side and proping himself up on his elbow. "We're just following
what comes naturally to us. They're the ones whose minds are twisted
into something unnatural."
"Yes," Imarre whispered. "How could it be unnatural, when you care of
someone."
"Exactly," his lover said softly, laying his hand against Imarre's bare
chest. "How can you be wrong to follow your heart? It's so much better
than filling it with hate for others that you just don't understand."
"You're so right," Imarra replied and nuzzled bit closer to him.
"Then will you for _once_ just let yourself sleep next to me instead of
tossing and turning like someone plagued by a guilty conscious?" Maret
tried to keep his voice soft, not at all accusing but pleading. He
wanted to be able to fall asleep by Imarre's side, but even more, he
wanted _Imarre_ to feel comfortable enough in himself.
"I'm trying", Imarre said. "Maybe if I think something nice, like wood
or dragons."
"Or me?" Maret asked, running his fingers through Imarre's beautiful,
fiery red hair. "Sometimes, when I'm falling asleep, I think of you,
you know."
"If I start thinking of you, I won't certainly be able to sleep!"
Imarre said with low chuckle.
"This time you can." He laid his head down on Imarre's chest and
wrapped his arm around him. "I can hear your heart beating. If you
close your eyes and listen closely, you might hear it too."
"Mmm," Imarre murmured, and indeed, he started to dift off towards the
sleep. There was nothing more comforting than the hear beat.
***
Eimi (sea_spray_singer@fastmail.fm)
Maret, candidate, DFW (NPC)
Imarre, candidate, sr apprentice woodsmith, DFW
-Paula (paula@triadweyrs.org) -
Who: Imarre
NPC: Maret
Where: Dragonsfall Weyr
When:
What/timeline:
****
Imarre laid next to Maret in his bed, resting after what you could
only call "a moment of passion". The sweat was drying from his skin,
which made him chilled. He pulled a fur over him. Deep inside there
was little nagging voice that told him: this is wrong, pervert. He
tried to ignore it but it made him twitch restlessly.
"Shards, can't you lie still for a while?" Maret chuckled softly,
turning wrap an arm over Imarre. Perhaps if he held him down, his bed
partner would stay still long enough he could fall asleep for once.
"Sorry," Imarra said sheepishly and tried to stay still. He loved
Maret, so why couldn't he just accept it, why he have to feel guilty?
"You're sighing again," his companion muttered. "Just close your eyes
and try to sleep. You should be worn out."
"Sorry, it's just my hold-bred inhibitions experessing themself,"
Imarre sighed again. "I thought we had already bannished them."
Now it was Maret's turn to sigh. "So had I." He rolled onto his back
once more and stared up at the ceiling. "What happened now?"
"I don't know, " Imarre said, and then thinking back the day he added:
"Or maybe I do. There was incident over the lunch, I wasn't involved
but I saw someone throw a fit because male greenrider was making
'advances' on him. It kind of reminded me how the rest of the Pern
views this stuff. The greenrider was just flirting, not even
touching." He stared the rock-ceiling above them.
"Who cares about the rest of Pern, Imarre, when you and I are the only
two people in this room? _We_ are what should matter, not them." And
it was so frustrating sometimes that he just couldn't see that!
"I know that but my feelings doesn't always listen to the reason!"
Imarre said, flaring up.
"Well, has it ever occurred to you that when you put yourself down for
wanting me you're putting _me_ down to? That you're calling _me_ broken
and unnatural?" Maret may not have felt the pressure of Hall and Hold
to conform, but it sure left a bitter taste in his mouth with little
morsels of the outside world found it's way into his bed.
"No, it haven't" Imarre replied with sinking hearts. Now he was
feeling really wretched. And he had ruined a perfect after-moment.
"Look, _they_ are the ones that are broken, not us," Maret said, turning
on his side and proping himself up on his elbow. "We're just following
what comes naturally to us. They're the ones whose minds are twisted
into something unnatural."
"Yes," Imarre whispered. "How could it be unnatural, when you care of
someone."
"Exactly," his lover said softly, laying his hand against Imarre's bare
chest. "How can you be wrong to follow your heart? It's so much better
than filling it with hate for others that you just don't understand."
"You're so right," Imarra replied and nuzzled bit closer to him.
"Then will you for _once_ just let yourself sleep next to me instead of
tossing and turning like someone plagued by a guilty conscious?" Maret
tried to keep his voice soft, not at all accusing but pleading. He
wanted to be able to fall asleep by Imarre's side, but even more, he
wanted _Imarre_ to feel comfortable enough in himself.
"I'm trying", Imarre said. "Maybe if I think something nice, like wood
or dragons."
"Or me?" Maret asked, running his fingers through Imarre's beautiful,
fiery red hair. "Sometimes, when I'm falling asleep, I think of you,
you know."
"If I start thinking of you, I won't certainly be able to sleep!"
Imarre said with low chuckle.
"This time you can." He laid his head down on Imarre's chest and
wrapped his arm around him. "I can hear your heart beating. If you
close your eyes and listen closely, you might hear it too."
"Mmm," Imarre murmured, and indeed, he started to dift off towards the
sleep. There was nothing more comforting than the hear beat.
Last updated on the September 21st 2009