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Date Posted: 00:08:02 11/28/01 Wed
Author: Tristan
Subject: You say that like it's typical of me or something
In reply to: Marz 's message, "Now what's wrong?" on 18:12:52 11/27/01 Tue

Tristan was so irritated that he accidentally burned his finger while trying to light a cigarette. “Shit,” he muttered, tossing the cigarette angrily to the ground and bringing the finger to his mouth to suck on the injury. He withdrew it when he heard Marz hurrying up behind him, a look of wide-eyed anticipation written all over his face. The look turned into a frown, though, when he must have caught Tristan’s ever-present scowl.

Well, I can’t help it, he argued silently, He just keeps pissing me off. But he knew that was a lie, since they’d spent a lot of happy moments together, too, like earlier this morning. A smile started to come to his face, but he caught it, determined not to forget his aggravation over Marz’s behavior at the breakfast table.

Tristan gave a dismissive shake of his head when asked if he were merely nervous over changing to form. Well…all right, so maybe he was nervous, but that wasn’t the point. (Actually, he was kind of excited---no, really excited---at the idea of soaring through the air with Marz, but he tried not to think about that right now.)

His hands twitched when Marz took a step closer toward him, and he, too, had to fight the urge to close the distance between them. I’m still mad at him, he reminded himself, trying to avert his eyes from Marz’s dark, penetrating gaze.

“You’ve been tense all morning,” his friend continued, making Tristan’s scowl return. That wasn’t true. Or maybe he just always seemed tense to other people. “Did I do something to tick you off, again? How the hell am I supposed to know what's up with you if you don't talk to me? I'm not a rakin' mind reader, Tris.”

“Damn right you ticked me off,” he answered, turning away to give himself some space. He swallowed and glanced at the cigarette on the ground, but it was snuffed out, and he didn’t feel like lighting another. Stupid, anyway, since he was about to change.

“Oh, come on,” he continued, whirling around to face him again. “Don’t give me that mind reader crap, Marz. You pulled away when you felt me touch you, just so that Isobel girl wouldn’t think we were more than friends.”

Instead of the immediate defense he was expecting, a confused look alighted upon Marz’s face. Tristan was equally confused, but just as Marz was about to open his mouth to say something, he silenced him by blurting out, “Well…well, didn’t you? When we walked in, and I saw that new girl, I knew you’d try to flirt with her, so I guess I just…tried to reassure myself that you were still mine, but you pulled your chair away. I thought…I thought you…”

He trailed off, realizing that he had jumped to a fairly big conclusion without gathering all the details first. He never touched Marz in public, so his friend must have thought he was going crazy or something! So it’s my fault again, he thought morosely. Marz was trying to say something, but Tristan cut him off again.

“It doesn’t matter,” he mumbled, feeling abashed. Marz had probably thought it had just been an accident, and had scooted away so Tristan wouldn’t feel embarrassed as usual. He looked up, noticing the entrance of first Ravin, then a few seconds later, Isobel. Soon, the whole lot of them would be here, and he’d be in front of all those people while he…

“It doesn’t matter,” he said more loudly, shaking his head. “I’m sorry…I guess I was just…” Suddenly, he stepped forward and put his arms around Marz, burying his face into his neck. He stayed there for a few seconds, breathing in the spicy scent that was unique to Marz. “I can do this, if it’s for you,” he whispered, then just as quickly, he pulled back again, putting several feet between them.

He backed up even more so that he’d have adequate room. His mouth opened, as if he were going to say something else, but he frowned and shut his eyes, taking a deep breath as he did so. Distant voices reminded him of the others’ presence, but he did his best to shut them out of his mind. His fingers were shaking, so he clenched them into fists, and then shifted, before he could change his mind about it.

Everything alive or once living, hair, leather, and cloth, merged into his dragon body, and the sword, forged by another dragon’s fire and tempered in immortal blood, merged as well. Otherwise, metal was extremely difficult to take with him into his trueform. Thus, as he sat back to furl his charcoal-colored wings and blink whirling black eyes down at Marz, a tiny, dagger-shaped earring still hung from one slightly floppy, pointed dragon ear.

”How about a test drive?” he teased, ducking his head and winking one eye at Marz. Gone was all his previous nervousness, for once in his proper form, he had all the confidence and pride that ought to rightfully be bestowed on any of his kind. Now, he waited, slightly crouched, and growing more and more pleased with the look of awe on Marz’s face.

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