10.Aug.18, 08:54 AM
T’bia cringed when he felt M’dox’s fingers on his cheek, and while he let the brownrider turn his face, he kept his eyes turned down, refusing to look at his friend, his entire face aflame with mortified shame. M’dox was going to think he was awful, he just knew it! His bottom lip trembled and he bit it, hard, to make it stop before cautiously lifting tear flooded eyes to look over M’dox’s shoulder – and not at his friend’s face – when the brownrider spoke his name softly. He’d gone and ruined everything!
Bibi? T’bia flinched again, this time at his dragon’s voice, and his eyes flickered in the direction of the dragons, as if he could see his beloved blue through the rock walls that separated them. His eyebrows furrowed, and his trembling bottom lip was released to form a sad pout. You haven’t looked at him, Jycenth said gently, his soft and melodic voice rippling across T’bia’s mind. How do you know he is upset? Jycenth, of course, knew that M’dox was not – if only because he and Riquarth were running their own behind the scene commentary – but it was important for T’bia to make such realisations for himself.
T’bia lifted his gaze very slowly and cautiously, peering up at M’dox through lashes that were peppered with tears not yet fat enough to fall. He could feel his heart pounding in his throat, so hard he was worried it would make his entire body tremble. Maybe it was? Regardless, T’bia did his best to study M’dox’s face as he stared at his friend, his own eyes wide and fearful, though – as Jycenth pointed out quietly – the brownrider hadn’t thrown him off his lap in disgust.
“I like you,” T’bia whispered, his voice hoarse from both fear and all their kisses, eyebrows furrowed together above his eyes in worry as he continued to stare at M’dox, lifting one hand cautiously to touch the side of his friend’s jaw. “I just. I can’t. You know. And I want to, but I don’t think I can and I think maybe I can’t because I um, haven’t, and I don’t know. But I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad!” The words came out fast, jumbled together and breathless, as T’bia’s face heated up once more, his expression both earnest and terrified.
T’bia lifted his gaze very slowly and cautiously, peering up at M’dox through lashes that were peppered with tears not yet fat enough to fall. He could feel his heart pounding in his throat, so hard he was worried it would make his entire body tremble. Maybe it was? Regardless, T’bia did his best to study M’dox’s face as he stared at his friend, his own eyes wide and fearful, though – as Jycenth pointed out quietly – the brownrider hadn’t thrown him off his lap in disgust.
“I like you,” T’bia whispered, his voice hoarse from both fear and all their kisses, eyebrows furrowed together above his eyes in worry as he continued to stare at M’dox, lifting one hand cautiously to touch the side of his friend’s jaw. “I just. I can’t. You know. And I want to, but I don’t think I can and I think maybe I can’t because I um, haven’t, and I don’t know. But I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad!” The words came out fast, jumbled together and breathless, as T’bia’s face heated up once more, his expression both earnest and terrified.