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741.01.18 | Moving Forward - M'dox - 03.Feb.20
M’dox slowly felt himself wake up as the protests of his arm at being crushed under another person’s weight started registering in his brain. With a sigh he tried to shift his arm to a more comfortable position without either moving anything else or waking T’bia up. Other than the pins and needles in the one arm, M’dox was perfectly comfortable. He was warm and cozy, wrapped up under several of his thick blankets, front pressed against his boyfriend’s back. As gently as he could M’dox moved his head so he could rest his cheek against T’bia’s shoulder blade, letting his face rise and fall with T’bia’s breathing. He’d managed to extract his arm from under T’bia, but it was still pressed a bit awkwardly between them. That was fine though. M’dox didn’t mind. He’d choose numb arms every day if it meant he got to wake up with T’bia.
When they shared a bed, which seemed to be more often than not, it wasn’t unusual for M’dox to rouse just enough to experience moments like these before slipping back to sleep. Growing up on a cothold farm meant getting up with or before the sun most days, and even over six turns after being Searched out of that lifestyle M’dox would still often stir before dawn. He would then proceed to go right back to sleep for as long as he could get away with, which meant that usually T’bia was the first of them to [i]actually[i] get up. Still, M’dox liked the short period before dawn before T’bia woke up where he could just bask in the closeness of his boyfriend. Just listening to or watching him breathe was enough to infuse M’dox with a deep calm, even more than the warm drowsiness from knowing he didn’t have to get up yet.
With a contented sigh M’dox nuzzled his face into the dip between T’bia’s shoulder blades and tightened his arm that was thrown over T’bia’s side. Comfy. M’dox wanted to start every morning like this. A small voice in the back of his head pointed out that was an achievable goal. Since the announcement that Benden Weyr would be reopened, there had been a quiet buzz about who would be moving to the new Weyr, and some of the people who intended to stay where they were had made some noise about shuffling weyrs about, getting themselves an upgrade. With all the talk going around Telgar, M’dox couldn’t help thinking about it himself.
He felt neither a strong pull to move to Benden or one to stay in Telgar. Unless he was specifically asked to transfer to help balance out the Weyrs, M’dox wasn’t sure he’d move. Unless T’bia wanted to, in which case he’d start packing immediately. T’bia hadn’t said anything about transferring Weyrs, though that didn’t stop M’dox worrying about. More importantly, though, it had started M’dox thinking about properly sharing a weyr with T’bia, not just sleeping in whichever of theirs was most convenient (usually his). They’d been together for nearly two turns, and M’dox had often pictured them living together. It had just seemed like some far off future thing that might happen eventually, not something that could happen in the next few months. But the official opening of Benden was approaching, and M’dox hadn’t said anything to T’bia about the idea yet. What if T’bia said no? Riquarth kept pointing out T’bia practically lived with him already, but it really wasn’t the same thing. M’dox sighed again, and settled more snugly into the bed, trying to avoid overthinking the unasked question by focusing on T’bia’s breathing instead.