13.Jun.18, 02:21 AM
It was instinct to lean in to where his shoulder pressed against T’bia’s, and M’dox didn’t even consciously register he was doing it. He smiled even wider when T’bia smiled back, glad he found Riquarth’s comment funny too. Though T’bia still startled a bit when the brown spoke to him, it decreased the number of misunderstandings about what — or who — M’dox would sometimes laugh at. M’dox really liked T’bia, and didn’t want to make him sad like he’d accidentally done their first meeting, and Riquarth seemed to think it was worth occasionally including the bluerider in on his commentary. Riquarth was all for avoiding unnecessary drama that might compromise all the progress M’dox had made, so he had no issue adding T’bia to the list of people he’d willingly speak directly to. After asking Jycenth the first time, of course.
M’dox didn’t notice how T’bia had blushed and looked away, too busy doing the same. T’bia was just so genuine, smiling with his entire face — his mouth, his eyes, his nose (it scrunched a little with the smile, M’dox had always found it cute) — and sometimes it was so much M’dox felt like he couldn’t breathe and needed to look away to keep from drowning in the smile. It was a bit of a relief when T’bia decided it was time for food and led him over to rug.
He sat down where T’bia indicated, accidentally bumping their knees together as M’dox settled on the blanket with his legs crossed. He fumbled with the glasses a moment, not sure what to put in them, before deciding to fill one with juice and the other with wine and let T’bia choose one. Satisfied that this plan would work, he poured for both glasses and set them in front of T’bia, where he could take whichever he wanted. He eyed the bread and cheese for a moment, thinking how good it looked when T’bia held up the wrapped food items. M’dox laughed at T’bia’s challenge, smiling at T’bia’s ‘threat’ and knowing he could answer. He, being a tad sentimental, had actually kept the wrapper from the bakery treats the first time they went to the Hold together. M’dox had dusted all the crumbs off before putting it in one of his bags where he had forgotten it for a while. When he found it a few weeks later, he was unable to throw it out and kept it on the small desk he had in his weyr. Because he still saw the wrapper fairly often, M’dox recognized the paper on the mystery items as the same type.
“It’s from the bakery we went to that first time.” M’dox said, with a soft smile at the memory, reaching up to pull it a little closer so he could smell it better, fingers brushing T’bia’s, “Something with powdered sugar, I think.”
M’dox didn’t notice how T’bia had blushed and looked away, too busy doing the same. T’bia was just so genuine, smiling with his entire face — his mouth, his eyes, his nose (it scrunched a little with the smile, M’dox had always found it cute) — and sometimes it was so much M’dox felt like he couldn’t breathe and needed to look away to keep from drowning in the smile. It was a bit of a relief when T’bia decided it was time for food and led him over to rug.
He sat down where T’bia indicated, accidentally bumping their knees together as M’dox settled on the blanket with his legs crossed. He fumbled with the glasses a moment, not sure what to put in them, before deciding to fill one with juice and the other with wine and let T’bia choose one. Satisfied that this plan would work, he poured for both glasses and set them in front of T’bia, where he could take whichever he wanted. He eyed the bread and cheese for a moment, thinking how good it looked when T’bia held up the wrapped food items. M’dox laughed at T’bia’s challenge, smiling at T’bia’s ‘threat’ and knowing he could answer. He, being a tad sentimental, had actually kept the wrapper from the bakery treats the first time they went to the Hold together. M’dox had dusted all the crumbs off before putting it in one of his bags where he had forgotten it for a while. When he found it a few weeks later, he was unable to throw it out and kept it on the small desk he had in his weyr. Because he still saw the wrapper fairly often, M’dox recognized the paper on the mystery items as the same type.
“It’s from the bakery we went to that first time.” M’dox said, with a soft smile at the memory, reaching up to pull it a little closer so he could smell it better, fingers brushing T’bia’s, “Something with powdered sugar, I think.”