20.Oct.18, 09:19 AM
N’mor knew all about nightmares and the terrors sleeping could bring; but he also knew all about how to sleep like the fucking dead, which he honestly did a lot more of since he and Z’rin started actually spending the night together. If he had stopped to think about it, N’mor would definitely have been horrified by how much trust he was showing and putting into a bluerider, but N’mor was getting really good at not thinking about anything at all related to his relationship with Z’rin, starting with what their relationship was.
“You did well,” N’mor praised cheerfully, amused by the way Z’rin had sunk down and he placed a teasing kiss to the bluerider’s forehead just before he was drawn down onto the other man’s lap, laughing softly. “Do you now?” N’mor teased, looping his arm loosely around Z’rin’s neck and leaning back a little, head tilted as he smirked at the bluerider. “I might be compelled to agree with that plan,” he added, smirk widening as he felt fingers sliding down his chest and the promising touch between his legs.
While N’mor had enjoyed the camping trip, and the things the pair of them had gotten up to, he wasn’t sure he would actively seek out the strange herb again himself. He wasn’t against drinking it, but he didn’t really enjoy the after effects, and looking back, found the constant need that just wouldn’t abate to be uncomfortable. He had a feeling that if he did drink the herb again, he’d feel just as thrilled while it was active, and just as grimace-y once it had abated. N’mor was, however, surprised by the fact that he’d drink the drink if Z’rin wanted to upon occasion. It made him sit back slightly with a frown, eyebrows drawn together as he studied Z’rin’s face in confusion, momentarily unaware of the hand gripping him.
N’mor really wasn’t sure how to process this new bit of information he had gleaned on himself, and his relationship with Z’rin, and he glanced away from the bluerider, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. He was unaware of the fact his hand was gently combing the nape of Z’rin’s neck, fingers tangling gently in wet hair, as he peered sightlessly over the top of the bathing pool. It wasn’t until a few moments – minutes? – later that N’mor realised Z’rin was saying his name and he turned to look at the bluerider, apparently surprised he was so close to him and sitting on his lap. “Huh?”
“You did well,” N’mor praised cheerfully, amused by the way Z’rin had sunk down and he placed a teasing kiss to the bluerider’s forehead just before he was drawn down onto the other man’s lap, laughing softly. “Do you now?” N’mor teased, looping his arm loosely around Z’rin’s neck and leaning back a little, head tilted as he smirked at the bluerider. “I might be compelled to agree with that plan,” he added, smirk widening as he felt fingers sliding down his chest and the promising touch between his legs.
While N’mor had enjoyed the camping trip, and the things the pair of them had gotten up to, he wasn’t sure he would actively seek out the strange herb again himself. He wasn’t against drinking it, but he didn’t really enjoy the after effects, and looking back, found the constant need that just wouldn’t abate to be uncomfortable. He had a feeling that if he did drink the herb again, he’d feel just as thrilled while it was active, and just as grimace-y once it had abated. N’mor was, however, surprised by the fact that he’d drink the drink if Z’rin wanted to upon occasion. It made him sit back slightly with a frown, eyebrows drawn together as he studied Z’rin’s face in confusion, momentarily unaware of the hand gripping him.
N’mor really wasn’t sure how to process this new bit of information he had gleaned on himself, and his relationship with Z’rin, and he glanced away from the bluerider, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. He was unaware of the fact his hand was gently combing the nape of Z’rin’s neck, fingers tangling gently in wet hair, as he peered sightlessly over the top of the bathing pool. It wasn’t until a few moments – minutes? – later that N’mor realised Z’rin was saying his name and he turned to look at the bluerider, apparently surprised he was so close to him and sitting on his lap. “Huh?”