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Date Posted: 01:32:59 12/05/01 Wed
Author: Tristan
Subject: Whatever you say
In reply to: Marz 's message, "No need for apologies" on 10:19:05 12/04/01 Tue

Tristan was not very happy to hear Marz berate him for worrying about him. He was even further annoyed when he was informed that he’d “have to learn to deal” with the consequences of Marz being in battle. First of all, he didn’t take kindly to being told to deal with anything, but secondly, he was fairly irritated that Marz wouldn’t even try to be more careful. At least he didn’t say he would. Granted, it was Tristan’s fault for entering the battle in the first place and losing him in midair, but taking the vultures on, one on one, with his damned bare hands, had been all Marz’s idea.

He did his best to smooth his anger away, though. If he went around with a sour expression on his face all the time, Marz would once again become convinced that he could never “please” him in anything. It’s stupid, he thought, Not being able to get mad at him every now and then. What kind of world does he think he’s living in, anyway?

But hell, he’d humor him because he was…well, because he was Marz, and Tristan would do anything for Marz when it came down to it. Being in a relationship with someone like this was an art form in and of itself, but he’d be damned if he couldn’t do it. Don’t get angry, tell him he’s good in bed, and try not to worry about him, he sighed to himself, rolling his eyes at the mental list. Okay, maybe it was more complicated than that, but he was allowed to be cynical once and a while, right?

It disturbed him a little when Marz gave him the same look he’d given him at the breakfast table earlier. When he pulled away to tug his shirt on, Tristan just shrugged and figured he was just reverting back to street tough mode, since they were in public. Gets pissed at me because I won’t touch him in public, he thought with a scowl. Well, who’d want to touch somebody who acts like a complete jerk in public?

He was immediately ashamed of his thoughts, especially when Marz grinned at him. His grins always had the tendency to make Tristan feel like little bits of him were melting on the inside. Clearing his throat, he gave Marz a funny look when he mentioned his feeling embarrassed about touching him to save his life. Apparently, it was a joke, but Tristan didn’t think it was very funny.

“Oh,” he mumbled, blushing slightly with shame. He chewed on his lip a bit before accepting the flask and taking a long swallow. The cool liquid helped settle him down somewhat, but he still felt a bit off. “Well,” he continued a bit louder, “I’m glad my embarrassment amuses you. I hope I’m not letting you down if I tell you I have been trying to be more…” He paused, but couldn’t quite think of the right word. “…well, like you. So I guess I’m not exactly ready to make passionate love on the floor in public, but I don’t mind saving you from splattering your brains all over the ground below.”

He groaned mentally at the sarcasm he heard in his voice, because he knew it would set Marz off in turn. Then we’ll be back to that “I can’t please you” shit, he grumbled to himself. Oh, gods have sweet mercy, anything but that.

“I’m not mad,” he assured Marz, patting him consolingly on one of his bandaged shoulders. “My mouth just runs away with me sometimes. Guess it happens when you stay silent for too long.”

He tried to laugh but sighed instead, although a little smile did come to his face. “Anyway, if you insist on being stubborn about jumping into every single battle like a loon, we can at least practice more on fighting midair. I don’t ever want to go through thinking I’d lost you again,” he added with a mutter.

“Why’s everybody over there?” he commented without thinking. Another smile came to his face. “One of us must stink, huh, Marz? It can’t be me because dragons always smell good.” He sighed. “Well, if they’re going to ignore us, I’m going to get bored.” He turned his head to stare with false solemnity at Marz. “Entertain me. You’re the only reason I’m here, anyway, so it’s kind of your job.”

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