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739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - T'bia - 05.Dec.18

T’bia smiled brightly to himself as he carefully crept into M’dox’s weyr. He’d arrived on Jycenth a few moments earlier, and had asked Riquarth not to spoil his surprise, and while the big brown dragon didn’t respond to him, Jycenth seemed to feel that he wouldn’t spoil T’bia’s harmless fun. T’bia assumed M’dox was asleep, since it was ridiculously early, it was snowing, and it was still dark. He slipped out of his boots and winter mitts in the main living area, putting them neatly in a pile with his winter coat. He was wearing his preferred pyjamas underneath, and padded on bare feet to M’dox’s bedroom.

The pair of them had kept up their alternating between staying at one another’s weyr, and T’bia had disappointed them both, he was sure, when he’d insisted with a pout that he had to have a night to himself. Mostly it was because his father and sisters were coming to stay, and while Rhaedalyn had made innocent assumptions about their relationship, and T’bia didn’t mind that, he wasn’t quite ready for either of them to cope with his father’s knowing looks and not so subtle comments. Or his little sisters’; at eight and eleven, they were too good at taking notice of things and then blurting out embarrassing comments.

It wasn’t that he was embarrassed about or by M’dox – the brownrider had met his family in passing – but T’bia didn’t think M’dox was ready for that kind of bombardment. He might have been wrong, he might have been right, but his mind wasn’t on that as he travelled the familiar distance from bedroom door to the bed. Making his way around to ‘his’ side, T’bia climbed under the blankets and wriggled until he was close to M’dox. T’bia pressed a gentle kiss to M’dox’s sleeping lips, before gently pulling the brownrider close to him, breathing in the familiar smell that was M’dox.

How had he missed the brownrider so much when it hadn’t even been twelve hours? They’d gone longer without seeing each other, not infrequently, but T’bia decided it was a lot worse when they – or he, honestly – actively decided to spend a little bit of time apart. Not that it had lasted long, obviously; T’bia had left his father and sisters sleeping in his weyr on the makeshift bedding he’d set up for them. Quendyluth would no doubt tell Th’nyr where T’bia had vanished to, and T’bia didn’t care if his father knew; he just didn’t want to make M’dox uncomfortable.

Really, it all kept coming back to that, but T’bia still felt guilty, even though M’dox had said it was okay at the time. “I’m sorry,” T’bia murmured against M’dox’s hair, unsure whether the brownrider was even conscious or not.


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - M'dox - 29.Dec.18

It made him feel a little silly, but M’dox had gotten so used to sharing his bed that when he’d gone to sleep that night he’d made sure to add a few extra pillows so it didn’t feel so empty without T’bia. And it’s not like M’dox was upset or anything that T’bia wasn’t there — the bluerider was with his family, that was important! M’dox should visit with his family more often, if he ever worked up the nerve to go back. One day. Soon.

Still, it wasn’t T’bia’s fault M’dox was clingy and overemotional and needed to fill his bed with pillows because he couldn’t sleep one night without his boyfriend (M’dox internally squeaked in happiness every time he thought the word). It was so stupid, but it didn’t stop M’dox from curling up around one of his many pillows and wishing it was T’bia.

It took him a little longer than usual to fall asleep, but eventually M’dox slipped into sleep, full of unremarkable dreams, until something brought him back to waking. He couldn’t have named it, but it was Riquarth’s sudden alertness that had drawn him from sleep, though the dragon did not reach out to his rider. Riquarth had only stirred enough to determine the new presence in their weyr was only Jycenth and T’bia, not even bothering to open an eye as Jycenth asked that he not alert M’dox. There was no risk his rider would panic at T’bia showing up unannounced, so Riquarth simply went back to sleep. However, Riquarth had been awake enough that M’dox seemed to unconsciously pick up on his dragon checking who their visitors were, and the slight movement of the bed as T’bia climbed into it was enough to wake him back up. He scrunched up his nose a little when T’bia kissed him, reacting to the slight chill of the bluerider who had decided to go outside in the early hours while it was snowing.

“Hnng, cold,” M’dox mumbled, pulling up the blankets even further to cover his face before he realized why he was suddenly cold and blinked his eyes open. “T’bia?” he asked sleepily, reaching out to curl an arm around him and pull him closer, despite the bluerider being decidedly less warm than his pillows. Worth the temporary chill. M’dox breathed contentedly for a moment, too tired to question what T’bia was doing suddenly showing up, though after a few moments T’bia’s words registered and M’dox’s eyebrows furrowed in sleepy confusion.

“What’re you sorry for?” he asked, snuggling closer to his boyfriend. Was it for being cold or something? That was fine, T’bia was already warming up and M’dox didn’t actually mind. Was something wrong? It was too early and M’dox was too sleepy and warm for things to be wrong.


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - T'bia - 08.Jan.19

T’bia giggled playfully when M’dox wriggled away from him with a grumble about the cold. T’bia followed him, before giggling again when M’dox seemed to wake up enough to realise who was climbing into bed with him; suddenly T’bia found himself comfortably cuddled up against his boyfriend and a bright, happy smile fit itself over his lips. “For being gone since forever,” T’bia sighed dramatically, pressing his cold nose against M’dox’s cheek and kissing his jawline affectionately. “I missed you,” T’bia said mournfully, as if they hadn’t been apart of just a bit over a day.

After a bit of a cuddle filled pause, waiting to see if M’dox would let himself be roused from sleep or if he was going to be stubborn and determined to go back to the land of dreams, T’bia decided sleep wasn’t going to happen. It wasn’t that it didn’t sound wonderful – cuddling and sleeping with M’dox was one of T’bia’s favourite things to do! – but he was too awake, and T’bia blamed the combination of the cool weather as he travelled to be with M’dox again, and the thrill of being with M’dox again.

“I thought we could do something nice today,” he said lowly, pressing another kiss to M’dox’s cheek, and following it up by nibbling along his ear. “But I don’t actually have any ideas!” T’bia looked heartbrokenly at M’dox, eyes wide and both amused and anxious at his lack of actually having an idea for what they could do for the day. It wasn’t like they didn’t go out on dates regularly, and shopping trips were common, but he wanted to do something nice! T’bia pouted playfully, and stared at M’dox, begging his boyfriend to come up with an idea.


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - M'dox - 09.Jan.19

“Missed you too,” M’dox said softly, curling even closer to T’bia. So much better than a pillow could ever be, and M’dox liked pillows a lot. “Shouldn’t feel bad for spending time with your family, though,” he informed T’bia, trying to kiss him on the nose but missing slightly due to still being half asleep, and ending up kissing him somewhere on his cheek, “Family’s good.”

“Sleeping in together is something nice,” he murmured with a resigned sigh, indicating that he’d accepted that they almost certainly wouldn’t be doing that, “And it is much too early for you to be expecting me to have ideas other than ‘go back to sleep,’ you know.” Honestly, M’dox hadn’t even fully opened his eyes yet, he wasn’t awake enough to think of something to do. Still, turns of living on a farm meant M’dox woke up fairly quickly, and despite his protests he knew he would be just about fully awake in a minute. Unfortunately.

“What counts as nice, do you think?” he asked, trying to figure out what might meet the requirement. Did going to the Hold count? Was that nice? It was a bit too cold to go on a picnic or something, though they could go to Ista or even around Katila somewhere instead of somewhere near Telgar, Did going to a different Hold count as nice? Was any of that the sort of thing T’bia was thinking of? What did nice even mean?

“I dunno, I can’t really think of anything, I think any time spent with you is nice.” M’dox smiled at T’bia, shifting around so he could see his boyfriend better, since his eyes were actually open enough now he could properly see the bluerider. His favorite, favorite bluerider, and they could do just about anything that day and M’dox would enjoy it because it was with T’bia.


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - T'bia - 04.Feb.19

T’bia giggled, the sound bashful and apologetic as he placed soft, warm kisses along M’dox’s jawline and down the side of his neck in a sort of affectionate apology for not letting his favourite brownrider go back to sleep like he wanted to. “Sorry,” T’bia said softly, the sound very genuine and he snuggled in closer against M’dox, snuggling as he clung to the brownrider. It felt like a whole handful of turns since the last time he’d gotten to snuggle up in M’dox’s bed with his most gloriously wonderful boyfriend. T’bia sighed softly and splattered more warm kisses over M’dox’s skin.

“Not doing laundry,” T’bia giggled, looking childishly delighted with his very clever quip. “I just missed you,” he sighed, pouting, “and I wanted to do something nice with you. But I don’t know what nice is?” Leaning back, head propped on one of M’dox’s many pillows, T’bia considered his most awesome brownrider for a few moments. “Anything you’ve been putting off doing?” T’bia asked curiously, thinking of riding leathers and dragon straps that could be checked over, or mending clothing. “We could do that?”


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - M'dox - 06.Feb.19

M’dox smiled at T’bia’s joke about doing laundry, reaching over to rest his hand on the side of T’bia’s head. They really did do laundry together a lot, didn’t they? “S’okay, I don’t know what ‘nice’ is either. Maybe we’ll find out someday.” It was fine if it took a while, it just meant he and T’bia had plenty of time to spend together in order to find out.

He was momentarily thrown off guard by T’bia’s suggestion they do something M’dox had been putting off, because the first thing that came to mind was visiting his family. M’dox immediately squashed that thought. A family visit was not the kind of thing to be done when half awake and without proper planning at least a few days in advance so he could give them some warning or something. And also prepare himself for seeing his family for the first time in — had it really been over four turns since he’d seen them last? They were going to think he was avoiding them. Which he was, but M’dox didn’t want them to think that. It was far too early to think about his family and why he did or did not want to see them again. Because he did want to see them. Someday. Just not today. So he blurted out the second thing he’d been putting off to avoid saying the first one.

“I need to organize my closet,” M’dox said, glancing over at the offending area of the room, “it’s a disaster. You don’t have to help me with that, though, it’s not your mess.” It wasn’t T’bia’s job to help his boyfriend neaten up his weyr because he couldn’t stop getting more stuff and just shoved things in the closet when he didn’t feel like dealing with them. Like gifts for his family and skirts.


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - T'bia - 21.Mar.19

T’bia’s face contorted into an expression of surprise when M’dox offered up reorganising his closet, and big blue eyes followed M’dox’s gaze to peer at the offending location. “Ooh,” T’bia cooed, fumbling to sit up and peer more closely as he scrambled to the end of M’dox’s bed and sat on the edge of it. “I wanna help!” He said, excited. “You have the best clothing!” He added, toppling off the edge of the bed and springing to his feet.

Bouncing across the room, T’bia tripped on at least two pillows but managed to catch himself as he continued on, coming to a springing stop beside what appeared to be the main portion of M’dox’s closet; T’bia didn’t touch, but he did dance on the spot for several moment as he delightedly looked over the assorted clothing and accessories that were not in the closet where social norms dictated they should be – though T’bia didn’t mind that, much. He was rather tidy himself, putting everything away when he’d finished with it – but he rather enjoyed M’dox’s more relaxed attitude.

Turning back to M’dox, T’bia beamed at his sleep tussled boyfriend. “I’ll go get some breakfast and klah, while you wake up.” Giggling, T’bia bounced back over to the bed and pressed a warm kiss to M’dox’s cheek before darting out of the weyr – tripping over pillows once more, but managing to not fall over in the process. The weyr door clicked shut behind him.


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - M'dox - 08.Apr.19

M’dox watched helplessly as T’bia tripped his way across the room. The bluerider was moving too fast for his sleep-slowed brain to form words to warn him when T’bia was a little too close to a poorly placed pillow, but he did manage to sit up to keep a closer eye on him. He really should clean, ever, but the weyr always felt so empty when he did. M’dox still placed his feet in the small empty spaces on the floor that had been open before he’d cleaned, even when the whole patch of floor was now bare. He was just so used to stepping around things. T’bia, on the other hand, definitely had not reached that point.

“You — oh, all right,” he said, blinking as T’bia kissed his cheek and bounded out of the room. M’dox stared blankly after him for a long moment before sighing deeply and brushing the blanket down from around his shoulders and sliding off the bed, very glad that he had plenty of rugs on the floor to keep his feet from touching stone directly. He didn’t like cold feet.

He set about kicking some of the pillows off to the side so they weren’t so directly in tripping range. They ended up in something of a pile, which M’dox thought looked cozy and lovely to curl up in. He resisted though, knowing there was a chance he’d just fall back asleep if he sat down just then. Instead he continued to make his weyr a little safer for excitable blueriders who were prone to tripping. By the time T’bia came back, M’dox was finally mostly awake and functional.

“Hey,” M’dox greeted his boyfriend with a soft smile, “I, uh, cleared a bit of space.”


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - T'bia - 17.Apr.19

T’bia’s return trip to M’dox’s weyr was notably less bouncy or speedy, with the accident-prone young man walking with great care so as to not spill any of the liquids (hot chocolate! And klah, in case M’dox wanted it to help him wake up) but he also didn’t want the thick slices of toast with butter and melted cheese to end up on the floor, either! Besides the fact that it would ruin breakfast, T’bia didn’t like making messes for other people to clean up, and he would feel obligated to clean it up himself and then M’dox would no doubt think he’d been abandoned and T’bia just couldn’t have that!

“Oh!” T’bia said, delighted by his ability to renter the room without dropping anything in the process. He stood, surprised and blinking, as he met M’dox’s gentle smile with a wide one and looked around the room curiously. “Thanks!” If the brownrider had asked, T’bia would have insisted he not bother – tripping over pillows hadn’t caused any harm to him, and T’bia was fairly sure it wasn’t possible to trip on a pillow and, like, die – or something (though, honestly, if it could be done he would manage it!) but since M’dox had already done it, and T’bia did appreciate both the thoughtfulness and the actions, he set the platter of food and drinks with great care on what looked to be a wooden chest, and once he was sure it wasn’t going to fall off or spontaneously combust, T’bia turned and bounced with full T’bia energy over to M’dox and threw his arms around the brownrider.

“You’re the best!” Grinning, T’bia nuzzled M’dox’s neck before releasing his friend and peering once more at the wardrobe and surrounding array of clothing. The excitable bluerider bounced a few times on the balls of his feet, before getting distracted again and changing trajectory in mid bounce, plopped down beside the breakfast he’d brought up. “What would you like?” He asked earnestly and with a hopeful smile, as he claimed a cup for himself and poured some hot chocolate into the mug. Setting it aside where he hopefully wouldn’t knock it over, T’bia awaited M’dox’s order.


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - M'dox - 21.Apr.19

“Anything’s fine,” M’dox said, moving to join T’bia by the food and leaning into him, “I’m not awake enough yet to be picky.” Not that he was super picky when he was fully awake, either, but he generally had stronger preferences, at least. He gratefully took whatever it was T’bia handed him — ended up being fruit and a pastry — and started nibbling on it. “Thank you,” he said, playfully stealing T’bia’s mug of hot chocolate after he’d eaten a little bit and taking a sip from his boyfriend’s mug. It was warm and sweet and probably just even a little better because it was technically T’bia’s.

“So, uh, organizing,” he started, after they’d both seemed to have eaten enough for the moment, “where do we even start?” M’dox had no idea. He didn’t really do the whole ‘organizing’ thing very often. His idea of organizing was putting all the dirty clothes in a hamper or shoving everything into a box until he needed to find something in it and threw the entire contents of the box on the floor in search of one item. Actual, real organizing? M’dox just froze at the sheer momentous task ahead of him. Maybe T’bia was better at this whole thing and could give him a starting point?


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - T'bia - 31.May.19

T’bia giggled softly, looking somewhat sheepish at the gentle reminder of the early hour he’d roused M’dox at. He didn’t apologies, though, since the brownrider seemed content with their being awake and eating breakfast, and he was enjoying the lazy company and the yummy fruit; his hot chocolate was rescued from his boyfriend and he sipped it happily.

“Hrm,” T’bia hummed thoughtfully, setting his now-empty mug down with the other discarded dinnerware and stood up with a lazy grace that didn’t usually accompany his movements. Wandering over to what looked like the main area of M’dox’s clothing; the center of the nest, T’bia thought with a soft giggle and ran his hands over some of the various lengths of material. He couldn’t even see what most of it was, they way they were tangled together and tossed about. T’bia turned to grin over at M’dox.

“Let’s start with colour coding,” he said cheerfully, and began to happily toss M’dox’s clothing into various piles, all of them generalized by their primary colour; the ones that consisted of too many colours too easily set them on one pile, created their own pile off to one side. He didn’t really hold any item up longer than it took to determine its most obvious colour, and once all the items seemed to be thus divided, T’bia brushed his hands together and grinned at M’dox from the centre of his little coloured piles.

“Okay,” T’bia said happily, bouncing slightly. “I have mine set up like, pants together, shirts together, like that. Do you want to do that, or just the colours so you can pick what colour you feel like wearing?” Beaming, T’bia waited for instructions.


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - M'dox - 31.May.19

M’dox watched T’bia as he sorted everything, quietly sipping his own hot chocolate. He’d never have thought to organize clothes by color. Was that weird of him? Did most people do that? M’dox pondered this, as T’bia sorting things by color sort of lulled him into a sort of sleepy trance, just watching this and that being tossed into its proper pile. When T’bia asked about another level of sorting, M’dox looked over all the piles, considering. That was fairly logical, wasn’t it, separating clothes by what article it was. He wasn’t awake enough to realize the implications that had for sorting his closet by type of clothing, however.

“That makes sense. You think we could do it by weight, too? Like, lighter fabrics to heavier fabrics?” A lot of the time M’dox was looking for a specific weight or texture of fabric, and that was honestly a better metric than color. It’s not like he cared about matching all that much after all.

After a moment, M’dox realized he was letting T’bia do all the work. He was just sitting and drinking hot chocolate and half falling back asleep. That was rude of him! It was his stuff they were organizing, after all. He should help.

“What should I do?” M’dox asked, not wanting to get in the way of whatever process T’bia had going on. He wanted to help, but he didn’t want to mess up T’bia’s system or anything! And with his organizing skills, of which he had less than none, he’d probably immensely ruin things if he didn’t have instructions.


RE: 739.12.05 | Wires Crossed - T'bia - 31.May.19

“We can do that!” T’bia exclaimed, delighted that M’dox had thought of something interesting and he quickly set about pouncing on the first pile of clothing, holding each item up before tossing them either left or right. Some items were easy, and he’d barely picked them up before he tossed them onto their new pile – heavy and warm like items to the left, light and summery items to the right – but some he held up questioningly towards M’dox, an eyebrow arched just slightly so the brownrider could indicate which pile he felt it was most suitable for.

While M’dox owned what most folks – dragonriders or otherwise – would have found curious, T’bia didn’t comment on them, either verbally or mentally. Primarily, this was because T’bia wasn’t looking at the items, he was judging them purely on whether the material was summery or wintery (and as such, some items might have ended up in a slightly off kilter pile) and not what the item was.

“You have so much clothing!” T’bia gushed, trying to sound dramatic and put upon, but failing magnificently as he picked up a scarf and flicked the end of it towards M’dox’s thighs. He laughed good naturedly as he moved onto the next pile; this one was all shades of yellows and golds, though the oranges had made the pile too big and he’d split them out early on. “How do you find time to wear them all?” He was grinning, but his question was genuine and innocent. T’bia had though he owned a lot of clothing, but really, he probably only had a ‘lot’ compared to what he’d had growing up in Katila. M’dox surely had more than all the Lords of Telgar region together! He giggled again, wrapping the scarf around his head and neck and fluttering his eyelashes at M’dox playfully.