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25.Apr.21, 11:42 AM
N’lis sighed as he watched his friend get up to probably leave. Why would she stay? He was acting weird around her, made her feel bad after she stripped naked, and now she was aware of his feelings when she had never shown any signal that she felt the same way. He decided blaming Zelly for his pseudo-confidence seemed safe. He’d never have the courage to say anything and he’d just pretend everything was normal when they were in the water. Then again, Dalsuth was the speaker of truths and N’lis suspected it would always end like this no matter what he had done with Zelly previously.
He tensed when M’quel came toward him, ready for rejection or a slap to the face for daring to presume she would ever tolerate such an interest. He was too good for her, he knew that, especially when he saw her with A’tay. They were so perfect together and he simply… wasn’t. He was a touch shorter than the bronzerider and certainly didn’t have A’tay’s confidence and good-looks. He was just there as the supportive, odd, and loser friend.
But M’quel surprised him with her own confession and it showed on his face as his mouth hung open. Yeah, he was so smooth, what wasn’t there to like? Picking his jaw up off the floor, N’lis nodded and stepped into M’quel’s waiting arms to give the needed hug. It had nothing to do with her words, N’lis reminded himself. The woman that helped raise M’quel had been killed and his friend was in need of comfort. Despite the mutual liking, there was something much larger to focus on and N’lis wrapped his arms tightly around the young greenrider so M’quel could cry into his chest or absorb all the good vibes he was sending her way.
He could feel Dalsuth getting restless but could tell it was more about being locked up in the small room than any emotions being given off. N’lis was doing his best not to think of anything to set off the young dragon but he also couldn’t deny that despite the hug being for comfort and how he was trying to ignore everything else, that it felt like he’d miss his chance if he didn’t act now.
Carefully choosing his words so Dalsuth wouldn’t be set off with panic or a wave of questions, N’lis scrounged up enough courage to state, somewhat softly, “one day, I would like to go on a date with you, M’quel. I’d also like to kiss you if you’d let me. Then, I mean. Not now. Well, now would be nice but not sure if it’s allowed and--” he cut himself off and felt his face warming and was glad he hadn’t stopped the hug yet so M’quel couldn’t see. That date would be a long ways away still from what the Weyrlingmaster had stated about the timeline of their lessons but N’lis could wait and use it as something to look forward to.
He tensed when M’quel came toward him, ready for rejection or a slap to the face for daring to presume she would ever tolerate such an interest. He was too good for her, he knew that, especially when he saw her with A’tay. They were so perfect together and he simply… wasn’t. He was a touch shorter than the bronzerider and certainly didn’t have A’tay’s confidence and good-looks. He was just there as the supportive, odd, and loser friend.
But M’quel surprised him with her own confession and it showed on his face as his mouth hung open. Yeah, he was so smooth, what wasn’t there to like? Picking his jaw up off the floor, N’lis nodded and stepped into M’quel’s waiting arms to give the needed hug. It had nothing to do with her words, N’lis reminded himself. The woman that helped raise M’quel had been killed and his friend was in need of comfort. Despite the mutual liking, there was something much larger to focus on and N’lis wrapped his arms tightly around the young greenrider so M’quel could cry into his chest or absorb all the good vibes he was sending her way.
He could feel Dalsuth getting restless but could tell it was more about being locked up in the small room than any emotions being given off. N’lis was doing his best not to think of anything to set off the young dragon but he also couldn’t deny that despite the hug being for comfort and how he was trying to ignore everything else, that it felt like he’d miss his chance if he didn’t act now.
Carefully choosing his words so Dalsuth wouldn’t be set off with panic or a wave of questions, N’lis scrounged up enough courage to state, somewhat softly, “one day, I would like to go on a date with you, M’quel. I’d also like to kiss you if you’d let me. Then, I mean. Not now. Well, now would be nice but not sure if it’s allowed and--” he cut himself off and felt his face warming and was glad he hadn’t stopped the hug yet so M’quel couldn’t see. That date would be a long ways away still from what the Weyrlingmaster had stated about the timeline of their lessons but N’lis could wait and use it as something to look forward to.
