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05.Dec.18, 08:52 AM
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.
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.
