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15.Aug.18, 10:36 AM
Eyes slowly fluttered opened with a groan of pain. A vision of someone familiar greeted him and Z’rin tried to smile before darkness claimed him again.
The second time he awoke, the chair was empty. Z’rin frowned and decided he had imagined his lover waiting for him. The amount of pain he was in likely brought on hallucinations though he couldn’t remember why he was in so much pain. It didn’t matter then as the battle to fight the grogginess was lost and to sleep he went once more.
When next he woke, he saw that person napping in a chair. He had enough time to appreciate the charming quality of the sleeping, peaceful face despite how uncomfortable he had to be, before falling asleep again himself.
Z’rin stirred awake again, this time feeling far more awake than he had before. He idly wondered if he had been drugged and if Casa was to blame for this. Who knew what else she had picked up when she got that sex drug of hers. As he tried to turn over from where he lie on his stomach, pain shot through a leg and his back. A gasp and hiss of pain tried to sound at the same time and Z’rin coughed as he settled back down. Odd, he thought, as he licked his lips, at how dry his throat also felt.
You don’t remember? Varralath gently reached out to his rider, almost afraid to nudge his mind too forcefully. Z’rin frowned, finding the distance odd. His dragon was good at giving him privacy when it was needed but it never felt like this. Then again, he never felt like this either. He tried to think back on what he had been doing before sleeping but everything was still fuzzy. He remembered the heat, but that wasn’t unusual when he visited N’mor in Ista lately. Maybe his head hadn’t cleared quite as much as he thought if he was having trouble remembering things.
You were helping a family escape the wildfire that engulfed their farm. You were trapped and injured. I had to dig you out, his dragon’s voice was so soft, so afraid for him that tears welled up in Z’rin’s eyes. He didn’t dash them away, letting them fall silently as he remembered the family but nothing after something heavy had fallen on him. A dresser? The roof? He had no idea. He had so many questions about that night, including how much time had passed since then but instead he asked about something completely different.
Did I imagine N’mor sitting here with me? He didn’t know why that was so important right then. Their relationship had never been anything serious and they never discussed anything that would even imply they wanted more than the sex and light conversation that they had. But it mattered to him whether or not the bronzerider had come to see him, even if only for a moment to confirm his bluerider playmate was fine before going back out to help those that needed it. He foolishly like the young man despite knowing it was a relationship built on a good time, not a long time.
You did not. They’ve been keeping you asleep for two days and he has been here on and off during that time. Z’rin found himself smiling. Someone cared enough about him to keep checking up on him, even during such a major crisis. His own parents hadn’t bothered to look for him after a feline attack drove them from the island so long ago.
“I’m glad,” he whispered.
The second time he awoke, the chair was empty. Z’rin frowned and decided he had imagined his lover waiting for him. The amount of pain he was in likely brought on hallucinations though he couldn’t remember why he was in so much pain. It didn’t matter then as the battle to fight the grogginess was lost and to sleep he went once more.
When next he woke, he saw that person napping in a chair. He had enough time to appreciate the charming quality of the sleeping, peaceful face despite how uncomfortable he had to be, before falling asleep again himself.
Z’rin stirred awake again, this time feeling far more awake than he had before. He idly wondered if he had been drugged and if Casa was to blame for this. Who knew what else she had picked up when she got that sex drug of hers. As he tried to turn over from where he lie on his stomach, pain shot through a leg and his back. A gasp and hiss of pain tried to sound at the same time and Z’rin coughed as he settled back down. Odd, he thought, as he licked his lips, at how dry his throat also felt.
You don’t remember? Varralath gently reached out to his rider, almost afraid to nudge his mind too forcefully. Z’rin frowned, finding the distance odd. His dragon was good at giving him privacy when it was needed but it never felt like this. Then again, he never felt like this either. He tried to think back on what he had been doing before sleeping but everything was still fuzzy. He remembered the heat, but that wasn’t unusual when he visited N’mor in Ista lately. Maybe his head hadn’t cleared quite as much as he thought if he was having trouble remembering things.
You were helping a family escape the wildfire that engulfed their farm. You were trapped and injured. I had to dig you out, his dragon’s voice was so soft, so afraid for him that tears welled up in Z’rin’s eyes. He didn’t dash them away, letting them fall silently as he remembered the family but nothing after something heavy had fallen on him. A dresser? The roof? He had no idea. He had so many questions about that night, including how much time had passed since then but instead he asked about something completely different.
Did I imagine N’mor sitting here with me? He didn’t know why that was so important right then. Their relationship had never been anything serious and they never discussed anything that would even imply they wanted more than the sex and light conversation that they had. But it mattered to him whether or not the bronzerider had come to see him, even if only for a moment to confirm his bluerider playmate was fine before going back out to help those that needed it. He foolishly like the young man despite knowing it was a relationship built on a good time, not a long time.
You did not. They’ve been keeping you asleep for two days and he has been here on and off during that time. Z’rin found himself smiling. Someone cared enough about him to keep checking up on him, even during such a major crisis. His own parents hadn’t bothered to look for him after a feline attack drove them from the island so long ago.
“I’m glad,” he whispered.
