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18.Aug.18, 03:36 AM
Thanks to Varralath’s assistance in jogging his memory, Z’rin recalled more of what happened before getting trapped and didn’t fall victim to the snark and insult as he gave a smug grin, especially since the dragon confirmed it was a happy ending. He nearly sighed with pleasure from the simple touch of fingers through his hair but that could wait. He was being smug at the moment and he wasn’t going to let that go by without comment. “I am,” he replied, clearing his throat again to find a steadier voice. N’mor could take that answer for either one of his statements since it fit, even in Z’rin’s mind. He was a damned fool but he was glad he did what he did and even happier that he made it out in the end.
“I wasn’t being an ordinary everyday fool; this time anyway. It’s not like I thought it was too hot to wear my gear that was keeping me safe,” Z’rin winced as he did his best to move an arm from its resting place up into a position where he could snag the caring fingers in his hair. He couldn’t hold out any longer and needed more contact with the young bronzerider that meant a lot to him. Near death experiences, he realised, really were eye-openers. He still expected their relationship to end on any given day for any given reason but in the few minutes of lucidity since the accident, Z’rin decided to enjoy every moment that little bit more and touch N’mor whenever possible, even if they were in small gestures like holding his hand while injured in a bed.
“I gave my riding jacket to the little girl to wear. She was only in her nightgown, barefoot as well. I was carrying her when it happened.” The husband had pulled his wife out first and had just emerged from the building that was quickly going up in flames and cried out his youngest child was still in there. Z’rin didn’t hesitate and ran in, following the shrieks of a little girl until he found a girl no more than five crying in her bed, holding a well-loved doll. There wasn’t time to think, let alone grab something to bundle her in that wouldn’t catch fire. He whipped off his jacket, wrapped her in it, and carried her almost to the exit before tripping and landing in a way his leg didn’t like.
In the haze of smoke and his panic, he lost the way out, but it didn’t matter when he could barely move now. Still, he remembered holding the girl close to his chest and rolled over her to protect her further when burning chunks of wood fell around them. That’s when the roof, a dresser, or even a tree for all he knew, fell and pinned him. If only he had left his jacket on. If only he had tried to crawl, dragging them both to freedom.
Z’rin shut his eyes, squeezing them tight to keep the tears from falling and the memories to stop coming. “She looked so much like my daughter when she was younger,” he confessed a moment later on a whisper. Would he have left her behind if she didn’t? He liked to think he wouldn’t have.
You wouldn’t have left anyone in danger, no matter who they were or what they looked like. Your kind heart is what made me know you were my life mate. Varralath’s soothing voice worked as intended and Z’rin exhaled slowly and opened his eyes once more, gaze focusing on the hand he held.
“I wasn’t being an ordinary everyday fool; this time anyway. It’s not like I thought it was too hot to wear my gear that was keeping me safe,” Z’rin winced as he did his best to move an arm from its resting place up into a position where he could snag the caring fingers in his hair. He couldn’t hold out any longer and needed more contact with the young bronzerider that meant a lot to him. Near death experiences, he realised, really were eye-openers. He still expected their relationship to end on any given day for any given reason but in the few minutes of lucidity since the accident, Z’rin decided to enjoy every moment that little bit more and touch N’mor whenever possible, even if they were in small gestures like holding his hand while injured in a bed.
“I gave my riding jacket to the little girl to wear. She was only in her nightgown, barefoot as well. I was carrying her when it happened.” The husband had pulled his wife out first and had just emerged from the building that was quickly going up in flames and cried out his youngest child was still in there. Z’rin didn’t hesitate and ran in, following the shrieks of a little girl until he found a girl no more than five crying in her bed, holding a well-loved doll. There wasn’t time to think, let alone grab something to bundle her in that wouldn’t catch fire. He whipped off his jacket, wrapped her in it, and carried her almost to the exit before tripping and landing in a way his leg didn’t like.
In the haze of smoke and his panic, he lost the way out, but it didn’t matter when he could barely move now. Still, he remembered holding the girl close to his chest and rolled over her to protect her further when burning chunks of wood fell around them. That’s when the roof, a dresser, or even a tree for all he knew, fell and pinned him. If only he had left his jacket on. If only he had tried to crawl, dragging them both to freedom.
Z’rin shut his eyes, squeezing them tight to keep the tears from falling and the memories to stop coming. “She looked so much like my daughter when she was younger,” he confessed a moment later on a whisper. Would he have left her behind if she didn’t? He liked to think he wouldn’t have.
You wouldn’t have left anyone in danger, no matter who they were or what they looked like. Your kind heart is what made me know you were my life mate. Varralath’s soothing voice worked as intended and Z’rin exhaled slowly and opened his eyes once more, gaze focusing on the hand he held.
