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06.Jul.18, 11:41 AM
N’mor’s eyes sparkled mischievously, and he peered down at Z’rin along the bridge of his nose. “Bondage,” he teased, expression broadening into a wide smile. “Though I’m not sure how I feel about it with a child audience,” he laughed, nose scrunching up at such a thought. N’mor wasn’t sure he’d enjoy audiences, regardless, but playing with Z’rin’s words was too much fun, and he needed any excuse given to focus on fun.
“Andii was like that,” N’mor said mildly, though he didn’t add that – in his opinion – Amorandii had never grown out of it. Of course, she’d prove him right by contesting such a point, which honestly just amused N’mor a great deal. “Zararin?” N’mor smiled crookedly. “Definitely yours. What was her mother’s name? It took us moving North to realise Amorandii was named after my Aunt, not dad or her mother.” And the Lady of Telgar, but he didn’t really think that was worth mentioning. Besides, he’d always been confused about how his sister had gotten her name out of ‘Benjinamor’ and ‘Jayedi’. There was nothing there at all, except maybe a couple of the ‘I’s, and a ‘mor’ – the same one N’mor claimed. Honestly N’mor was pretty sure B’jin had just taken the end of his name, added a token ‘d’, and that was that when it came to naming his son. N’mor’s name probably should have been Isnamor, but his dad had always been self-centred!
A soft laugh was released when Z’rin sat up, brushing away the topic of spoiled ladies. “Women never have been my favourite topic,” N’mor teased, peering up at Z’rin brightly as he took the bluerider’s hand. “That sounds good!” He agreed, intrigued by the idea of Z’rin cooking – N’mor had never taken to that particular pastime; he could, and he wasn’t that bad at it, but he preferred to eat food other people had already cooked, because he was lazy. Stepping flush against Z’rin for a moment, N’mor gave him a lingering kiss, sucking his lover’s bottom lip between his teeth before he pulled back slowly, smiling slightly.
“Gimme a few minutes,” he murmured, before making his way to his room and packing the few items he’d need. After a moment’s hesitation, he packed what he thought he’d need for the camping trip as well. He wasn’t sure if he’d stay with Z’rin for the next four nights, but he wasn’t against the idea, if his lover didn’t want to kick him out! Besides, he could always break up his stay with Z’rin by visiting his aunt or dad. It wasn’t like he didn’t have a massive form of instant travel following him around and occupying space in his head!
A few moments later, N’mor strode out, bag slung over his right shoulder, held in place more by experience than anything else, as he wrapped his left arm loosely around Z’rin’s waist for the short trip from the living area to the dragon’s ledge.
“Andii was like that,” N’mor said mildly, though he didn’t add that – in his opinion – Amorandii had never grown out of it. Of course, she’d prove him right by contesting such a point, which honestly just amused N’mor a great deal. “Zararin?” N’mor smiled crookedly. “Definitely yours. What was her mother’s name? It took us moving North to realise Amorandii was named after my Aunt, not dad or her mother.” And the Lady of Telgar, but he didn’t really think that was worth mentioning. Besides, he’d always been confused about how his sister had gotten her name out of ‘Benjinamor’ and ‘Jayedi’. There was nothing there at all, except maybe a couple of the ‘I’s, and a ‘mor’ – the same one N’mor claimed. Honestly N’mor was pretty sure B’jin had just taken the end of his name, added a token ‘d’, and that was that when it came to naming his son. N’mor’s name probably should have been Isnamor, but his dad had always been self-centred!
A soft laugh was released when Z’rin sat up, brushing away the topic of spoiled ladies. “Women never have been my favourite topic,” N’mor teased, peering up at Z’rin brightly as he took the bluerider’s hand. “That sounds good!” He agreed, intrigued by the idea of Z’rin cooking – N’mor had never taken to that particular pastime; he could, and he wasn’t that bad at it, but he preferred to eat food other people had already cooked, because he was lazy. Stepping flush against Z’rin for a moment, N’mor gave him a lingering kiss, sucking his lover’s bottom lip between his teeth before he pulled back slowly, smiling slightly.
“Gimme a few minutes,” he murmured, before making his way to his room and packing the few items he’d need. After a moment’s hesitation, he packed what he thought he’d need for the camping trip as well. He wasn’t sure if he’d stay with Z’rin for the next four nights, but he wasn’t against the idea, if his lover didn’t want to kick him out! Besides, he could always break up his stay with Z’rin by visiting his aunt or dad. It wasn’t like he didn’t have a massive form of instant travel following him around and occupying space in his head!
A few moments later, N’mor strode out, bag slung over his right shoulder, held in place more by experience than anything else, as he wrapped his left arm loosely around Z’rin’s waist for the short trip from the living area to the dragon’s ledge.
