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Date Posted: 23:01:08 11/08/01 Thu
Author: Rowan and Tristan
Subject: You sure didn't get very far
In reply to: Marz 's message, "Going after Tristan" on 18:37:25 11/08/01 Thu

Damn, Rowan thought, shaking his head at the retreating form of Tristan. It was so weird to see him acting so young and, well, innocent, he guessed. In fact, he was actually feeling a twinge of sorrow for the dragon, especially since once you reach the grand old age of twenty-five like him, you’ve kinda been through that sort of thing yourself several times over. He handles it well, he mused, chuckling softly, I would’ve beat the living shit outta that kid!

He started and turned when he heard a noise coming from the room behind him, his eyes flying wide open when he saw a naked Marz gallantly trying to make his way down the hallway. He rushed forward and caught him as he tripped and fell, grunting slightly as the younger man leaned his entire weight into him. “I need you to get Tristan for me so I can explain,” he said weakly, before finally passing out completely.

“Oh blessed Lord and Lady,” he breathed, a smile coming briefly to his face, “How’s that for being romantic?” He sure as hell hoped Tristan would appreciate the effort. But knowing him…

He shook his head, shifting his burden when he heard someone clearing their throat. For once, the sight of Jeremy actually made him frown. The boy offered to help carry Marz back to his room before ducking his head and admitting the hopes he’d harvested in regards to his obviously unwilling bed partner.

Rowan pursed his lips and gave him a vaguely disgusted look. “You’re a damned fool, Jeremy. If anything ugly happens between the two of them because of the shit you pulled tonight, you’re going to have to explain everything to Tristan, personally, with Marz watching and making sure you get it right. You got that?”

The boy nodded his brightly colored head, and Rowan had to bite his lip not to laugh at him, standing like he was in the hallway, looking downright depressed in nothing but his underwear. “Come on,” he muttered, “Take his other arm. Let’s get him to his room before he bleeds to death in the hallway.”

Once they’d managed to move Marz to his room and situate him in his bed, Rowan pulled a kerchief out of his pocket and dabbed at the blood around the newly opened wound in his back, before wetting the cloth and leaving it pressed over the area.

“Now where in the hell is that silly dragon?” he asked, straightening and staring about the room as though he expected Tristan to simply materialize out of thin air.



Tristan inhaled the sweet smoke of the Nerombian cigarette, his eyes still closed as the wind buffeted against his face. As he exhaled, he finally opened them, watching the grayish vapors mingle with the brightly winking desert stars. For a few seconds, he just sat there, swinging his legs gently over the lip of the roof, and trying not to think about much of anything at all. Finally, the tiny voice in the back of his head spoke up, and he was forced to listen. That was pretty stupid.

“I know,” he sighed, taking another drag from the cigarette and shivering slightly in the chill night air. Yeah, so the voice was right. Hell, the voice was always right, it seemed. He’d reacted without even thinking, turning tail and racing out of there as fast he could, probably so he wouldn’t have to deal with what his eyes had shown him. Gods, it was strange seeing Marz like that with someone else… He shook his head, closing his eyes again. But with Jeremy?

That was just…disgusting. And Marz had said so himself. After all, if he were going to cheat, he remembered him promising, he’d at least do it with someone he was attracted to. Tristan couldn’t help chuckling at the memory, despite his gloomy mood. Marz was forever doing and saying the wrong things, no matter how hard he tried not to. Can’t wait to hear his explanation for this one, he thought dryly---and that’s when it hit him that he would wait for an explanation.

At that moment, he heard sound coming from the room below, as someone (or someones, to be exact) opened the door and entered. He heard voices, too, his excellent hearing allowing him to pick out Rowan and Jeremy. What were they doing here? he wondered, frowning. He heard footsteps advancing toward the window, along with the increasingly louder sound of Rowan’s voice.

“…don’t know where the hell he could be. I swear I saw him come in here. Tristan?” Tristan craned his neck around the edge of the roof to stare down as the elf popped his head out the window, looking right and left, and the finally up. “Tris---

He stopped, mid-syllable, his blue eyes widening slightly. They simply stared at one another for two or three seconds, before a grin tugged its way onto Rowan’s face. He gave him a slow wink, and Tristan smiled tentatively back.

“Crazy bastard must have climbed out the window,” he heard Rowan say, as he turned away from the window. “Come on, kid. Let’s…out of here…’fore he wakes up…”

He heard the door shut behind as the two left, but he didn’t immediately get down. He stayed where he was for a minute or so, puffing thoughtfully on his cigarette, and wondering at the strange feeling that had come over him. Why he wasn’t upset anymore. Or rather, why he was still upset, but not as bothered by it as he thought he was.

After a while, he finally hopped down onto the windowsill, depositing the cigarette in the golden ashtray on the bed stand. (Actually, it wasn’t really an ashtray; it was a saucer he’d stolen from the kitchen. Marz didn’t like to see cigarette butts scattered all over the floor for some silly reason.) He stared at the figure on his bed for a few seconds before hurrying towards it. Diligently, he cleaned the blood-soaked rag in hot water (always ready, thanks to the fire kept burning at night in the guest rooms) and wiped gently at the wound, before tossing the rag aside and laying a new one in its place. Carefully, he drew a blanket up around Marz’s naked body, tucking it in on the sides so he wouldn’t get cold. Next, he crawled over him and sat beside him, reaching to brush a lock of hair out of his face before leaning forward and kissing his forward.

“Hey there,” he said, when Marz’s eyes fluttered open. Tristan frowned at the pain that was etched onto his face, but you had to know Marz really well to see that sort of thing, since he’d gotten so good at hiding it. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he continued, his voice soft, although his expression was still fairly neutral. “I kind of thought you were dead for a while there.”

He cleared his throat around the lump that had formed inside him. “Uh-uh,” he said, placing a finger over Marz’s mouth when he opened it to give some sort of a reply. “I’m not interested in anything but an explanation right now.” He removed his finger slowly, raising one eyebrow. “So go on. I’m listening.”

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