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[G] [C] 739.09.20 | Wonky Friendships
7pm | M’dox

T'bia
of Blue Jycenth

Date of Birth
13.05.718, 26
Height
6'
Eyes
Blue
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Slim
Hair
Dark Brown

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Written By: ThistleProse
#1
T’bia walked slowly up the hall, his fingers twining together anxiously as he went. He hadn’t seen M’dox in ages and he was wrapped up enough in his insecurities to believe the brownrider had been avoiding him. Which wasn’t fair, really, because T’bia was sure M’dox had been just as busy with the firefighting as he had been… But that had been a while ago, right? And T’bia hadn’t seen his friend in any of that time! Didn’t he like him anymore?

It was Jycenth who brought it all to a head by telling T’bia that if he didn’t go and visit the brownrider, he wasn’t going to let T’bia bathe or oil him, and then he’d get dirty and itchy and wouldn’t that be terrible? Jycenth felt really nasty using his wellbeing as a threat against his beloved bonded, but it got the young man scurrying out of his weyr, and well, Jycenth knew M’dox missed T’bia as much as T’bia missed M’dox. Dragons spoke, after all.

When he reached M’dox’s door, T’bia paused again, frowning at the wood with a deeply worried expression. It had suddenly occurred to him that maybe M’dox had been injured during the fires! He hadn’t heard anything – surely Jycenth at least would have told him?! – but T’bia didn’t have many friends, and those he did have had been pretty wrapped up with their own close ties during the fires… Biting his bottom lip, T’bia shuffled forward anxiously and tapped on the door. After a pause and a worried glance down the hall, he knocked a bit louder.

“M’dox?” he called softly, voice filled with so many hesitant questions.

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M'dox
of Brown Riquarth

Date of Birth
01.04.718, 25
Height
5'7"
Eyes
Dark brown
Build
Dancer-fit
Hair
Dark brown, short

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Written By: Zandelion
#2
Much to Riquarth’s quiet dismay, M’dox had withdrawn a bit after the fires. It was, for M’dox, a bit close to home. Not that his family lived anywhere near Ista or the unfortunate Rocky Hold (they lived in a cothold outside of Greenfields Hold, which was just about the middle of nowhere), but M’dox could see them in the farmers of Ista, terrified and confused at the loss of their homes and livelihoods. These people could so easily be the people he grew up with, and it was a disconcerting feeling. He didn’t like it. It kept him off balance the rest of the day, and after hours of trench digging M’dox and Riquarth had returned to Telgar, and after a bath M’dox had walked into the wrong weyr. The whole thing was absolutely mortifying and M’dox had nearly died on the spot of embarrassment. Between that and seeing his mother in every crying farmer’s wife M’dox hadn’t been up for reaching out to people.

That didn’t mean he didn’t want to be around people though! Having someone to hang out with would have been nice, he just couldn’t…reach out to them himself. M’dox didn’t want to be alone, he just couldn’t bring himself to initiate contact. It was hard on a good day, and there were a lot of not so good days in a row. M’dox had considered visiting his family, to remind himself they were fine, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that either. He just spent a lot of time with Riquarth, who was a bit caught off guard by his rider’s mood and wasn’t sure if he should reach out to someone on his bonded’s behalf. In the end, the brown decided to wait the mood out, at least for a bit, before he started meddling too much.

M’dox had spent the evening so far lying in his bed and playing idly with the firelizards, tossing nuts and berries across the room and watching them pop between to try and catch them. Sometimes they would reach the fruit or nut at the same time and fight over it, turning into a tiny ball of playfully shrieking green. He was distracted by Nubbie snatching a nut away from Friv, that he almost missed the first knock, and even then he wasn’t entirely sure it was a knock on his door. It was a bit quiet, maybe it was a neighbors door? Or a neighbor dropping something? The second knock he didn’t miss, and since now he was listening M’dox heard T’bia’s voice.

T’bia.

The bluerider was at the top of M’dox’s (admittedly short) list of people he really wanted to see. He’d wanted to see T’bia since the fires, he really had, he just…couldn’t bring himself to reach out. M’dox had been in such low spirits he hadn’t wanted to impose them on T’bia too. T’bia didn’t deserve that. But apparently he was here now, knocking on the door, wanting to see him, and how very much M’dox had missed T’bia crashed down on him.

“Be right there,” he called, clambering up from the bed and tripping over the folded corner of a rug in his hurry to get to the door. M’dox managed to keep himself from falling over by grabbing the back of a chair (the same one he’d been sitting in last time T’bia came over), and after righting himself continued on to the door. He paused with his hand hovering over the handle, breath caught in his throat, suddenly afraid that T’bia might only be there to say they weren’t friends anymore, that M’dox had neglected him too long. He probably deserved that. Riquarth snorted dismissively, quickly disabusing M’dox of that idea and told him to just open the door already. So chastised, M’dox quietly opened the door to reveal T’bia. He couldn’t help the smile that broke across his face at the sight of his friend, just looking at him a moment, before opening the door all the way.

“It’s good to see you, T’bia,” M’dox said quietly, stepping back to give T’bia space to enter the room, “come in.”

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T'bia
of Blue Jycenth

Date of Birth
13.05.718, 26
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6'
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Blue
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Slim
Hair
Dark Brown

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Written By: ThistleProse
#3
T’bia’s own timid nature, coupled with what he found to be a hesitant smile from M’dox, completely crippled T’bia’s ability to throw himself at his friend like he so desperately wanted to. He just wanted to curl up with his friend somewhere warm and comfortable, and cuddle until all the horrors of the fire and everything that had followed were banished forever from his mind and his awful memories were replaced with the secure warmth of feeling loved and comforted by someone who wasn’t a dragon. Someone who liked him, for him, and wanted to be his friend. T’bia looked down, a flash of sadness, or hurt, flickering across his face when M’dox invited him in so politely and he shuffled through the door.

Looking up when he was well into the weyr, and hearing the door click closed quietly behind him, T’bia looked around curiously, half expecting the entire design of his friend’s weyr to have changed; the world felt so wildly out of whack under his feet, that he was shocked when he couldn’t really pick any differences. There were a few here and there, but T’bia wrote that more off as the weyr being lived in, and less as M’dox redesigning his life. Which to the self-conscious young bluerider, just made him feel the more miserable that M’dox didn’t seem particularly happy to see him. T’bia felt Jycenth stir on the edge of his consciousness, but the dragon didn’t intrude. Yet.

Turning slowly, gaze searching for M’dox, T’bia frowned worriedly at his friend, gnawing on his bottom lip again as his fingers twisted anxiously between themselves, putting his nervous energy into actions. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said softly, studying M’dox to make sure he wasn’t harbouring some burn that T’bia should easily see. He could still be injured in other ways, but T’bia hadn’t heard that the brownrider had been injured, and he’d certainly been keeping an ear on the grapevine of who was injured, and who had died. His face fell at the thought of Peorray and her sweet gold Wydrith, eyes dropping to his toes once more. Aveleth had liked her.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, feeling his insides seize up at revealing that information, knowing that it was the kind of thing that was easy to be used as a weapon by the other person. He’d certainly been subjected to that enough in the past. But he really liked M’dox, and he really wanted to let himself trust the brownrider, so even though saying such things made his insides wriggle and squirm in uncomfortable ways, T’bia was for the first time not ashamed of his foot-in-mouth tendency.

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M'dox
of Brown Riquarth

Date of Birth
01.04.718, 25
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5'7"
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Dark brown
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Dancer-fit
Hair
Dark brown, short

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Written By: Zandelion
#4
The hesitancy T’bia displayed worried M’dox. If he was upset, that meant something was wrong, right? And it was probably M’dox’s fault if T’bia was upset because he had been such an awful friend recently. Stupid. He should have prioritized his friend more, not been so self-centered and waited for T’bia to come to him. He was the worst.

“I’m glad you’re okay too,” M’dox whispered. Throughout the fires he’d had Riquarth check in with Jycenth and a few other dragons to check people were safe, so he’d known T’bia hadn’t been injured. M’dox may have been out of it, but he would have made time to check on a hurt friend. He was sure he would have! It just hadn’t come up.

T’bia’s admission that he’d missed M’dox both made him feel soaringly happy but also a bit like the bluerider had punched him. He’d been missed, which meant T’bia liked him! Every time T’bia said he liked him, or came to see him, or kissed him, or anything, was like M’dox was learning it for the first time. Nothing seemed to really convince M’dox that T’bia liking him was a continuous thing, not just something that lasted in the moment. So learning he’d been missed was a reaffirmation that T’bia did in fact like him.

But if T’bia liked him, that also meant M’doc was a terrible friend because he hadn’t talked to him or gone to see him or anything. Not even a message through their dragons to just check in with him. That was his fault. It didn’t occur to M’dox that T’bia could also have reached out to him, and the brownrider put all the responsibility for their lack of communication on himself.

M’dox opened his mouth to speak, to tell T’bia he’d missed him too, but his throat was dry and no words formed. He swallowed. Just more proof he was the worst, he couldn’t even tell his friend he’d missed him. Tears started building up in his eyes as he stood there and stared at T’bia, trying to say anything. Eventually, some internal barrier broke and M’dox threw himself forward and hugged T’bia. He clung to his friend, as his tears finally started falling and he sobbed into T’bia’s shoulder, finally able to speak but only saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” over and over.

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T'bia
of Blue Jycenth

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Blue
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Dark Brown

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Written By: ThistleProse
#5
T’bia looked up from where he’d been staring at his feet, shifting anxiously the longer the silence drew out between them. He wasn’t sure what he had expected M’dox to do or say once T’bia’s words were free, but he honestly hadn’t expected such resounding and terrible silence. Not for the first time when he’d said something he suddenly believed was wrong, T’bia was convinced he should leave, because he obviously wasn’t wanted, and that hurt! It hurt so bad and T’bia’s lips trembled as he tried to breathe in softly and without letting M’dox hear he was sniffling at being rejected without even the brownrider having the good taste to put that rejection into words.

Looking up and fighting to find the words to excuse himself, T’bia had only a fraction of a second for his teary (but not falling, not yet) eyes to focus on M’dox and read his expression before the brownrider was launching himself at T’bia, and he had to take a half step back to keep them both on their feet, his arms wrapping around M’dox without thinking. His friend was warm, and familiar, and… crying? T’bia forgot all about his nearness to crying in the sudden awareness that M’dox was sobbing and he could feel the other man’s tears wetting the shoulder of his shirt.

“Shh,” T’bia sounded softly, making sure he had a comforting grip on M’dox and falling into the gentle comforting role he often filled when his little sisters were upset; he wasn’t the type of big brother that would protect them from the world, it just wasn’t who he was, but he was good at comforting people. T’bia looked around as he mumbled softly to M’dox, frowning slightly at the lack of furniture in the living area. He’d been hoping for a couch, and the lack of one had him pausing as he considered sinking to the floor and pulling M’dox in his lap. He was about to do so, when he spotted the brownrider’s bed through a door not far away, and a fleeting smile flickered over his lips before vanishing.

“Come on,” T’bia said softly, wriggling a little out of the grip M’dox had on him, and wiping the brownrider’s cheek of tears with the hem of his sleeve. Taking his friend’s hand, T’bia lead him to the bedroom and climbed onto the bed without letting go, giving a little tug and an innocent look of confusion when M’dox faltered. When his friend climbed up with him, T’bia flopped backwards (ridiculously aware of both how comfortable the bed was, and how much like M’dox it smelled. And not in a bad way. In a really, really good way.) and tugged M’dox down to curl up with him, kissing his friend gently on the cheek.

“I’m sorry too,” T’bia said earnestly, his blue eyes wide as he peered seriously at M’dox. He certainly hadn’t meant to make M’dox cry! “Are you okay?” Worry etched itself onto T’bia’s features, and he brushed one hand cautiously along the pane of M’dox’s face, brushing dark hair back from where a few strands had gotten caught against the tracks left by his tears.

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M'dox
of Brown Riquarth

Date of Birth
01.04.718, 25
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5'7"
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Dark brown
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Dancer-fit
Hair
Dark brown, short

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Written By: Zandelion
#6
M’dox hadn’t meant to start crying, not at all, and he certainly hand’t meant to cling to T’bia while doing so, but now that he had, he couldn’t stop. He just held onto his friend as if for dear life and sobbed. The way T’bia put his arms around M’dox and tried to comfort him helped but it also made it worse. M’dox had been neglecting their friendship and here he was crying and having T’bia comfort him. Why couldn’t he ever keep it together? He didn’t deserve T’bia comforting him. That thought only made him cry harder, grip tightening on T’bia’s shirt.

When T’bia started pulling away from him M’dox readied himself for his friend to leave; T’bia hadn’t signed up to get cried on when he stopped by, there was no need for him to deal with M’dox while he was like this. M’dox curled in on himself, swallowing down tears as he tried to collect himself enough to say goodbye. But T’bia didn’t leave. Instead, he wiped some of M’dox’s tears away and took one of his hands. M’dox stared at him confused, vision blurry with tears. T’bia wasn’t leaving? Confused, he followed T’bia to his own bedroom, hiccuping a little.

He paused at the edge of the bed, still not convinced T’bia should be there. Not that he didn’t want T’bia there! He just didn’t think he deserved it. But then T’bia tugged his arm gently to pull him forward and M’dox finally accepted that maybe, just maybe, T’bia actually didn’t mind being there. With a sniffle he crawled up next to T’bia, letting the bluerider tug him closer. He’d mostly gotten the crying under control, with it being quieter now, but T’bia kissing his cheek almost had M’dox bawling again. T’bia was so sweet, what did he ever do to deserve him as a friend? Hesitantly he wrapped an arm around T’bia’s waist and nuzzled closer, resting his head on T’bia’s chest.

“I’m okay,” M’dox whispered thickly, throat closed up from all the crying, “you don’t have to be sorry. I’ve just been…I don’t know. It’s just been a lot recently. It’s not…it’s not your fault or anything, I promise.” He wanted to assure T’bia he hadn’t upset him, it was entirely him, him and his overemotional self. The echoes of his father telling him men didn’t cry, that if he was going to act like this he might as well accept he had two daughters instead of one whispered through his head. He’d always been like this, stupid and prone to crying. How he Impressed a brown dragon was beyond him. Riquarth stepped in there to insist he didn’t make a mistake, the force of his love and conviction prompting M’dox to hold onto T’bia tighter, shaking slightly. After a few minutes lying there, surrounded by the love of his friend and his dragon, M’dox looked up at T’bia.

“I missed you so much,” he said quietly, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes again.

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T'bia
of Blue Jycenth

Date of Birth
13.05.718, 26
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6'
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Blue
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Slim
Hair
Dark Brown

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Written By: ThistleProse
#7
T’bia smiled gently, the upturn of his lips lost in the tickling warmth of M’dox’s hair. He could feel his friend’s cheek resting against his chest and T’bia found he really, really liked the way it felt. The simple companionship, the warmth of their gentle affection for each other. It was like a soft echo of the love he felt washing over him from Jycenth, the blue dragon content as he landed on the ledge and easily cuddled up with Riquarth. T’bia ran his hand lightly up and down the length of M’dox’s back, feeling himself relax into the bed. He liked this, this was nice. It was even better when M’dox assured him he was okay, even though T’bia still felt absolutely awful about making his friend cry. He should have come by so much sooner!

The little smile on his lips bloomed into a bright grin, lighting up T’bia’s young face when M’dox looked up at him and said he’d missed him. “I missed you, too,” T’bia said honestly glowing with happiness and resisting the urge to kiss his friend, just in case that had been a thing that was only okay before, even though T’bia really, really, really wanted to kiss M’dox. Blinking suddenly, T’bia’s eyebrows drew together and a pout formed on his previously smiling lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t come by sooner! I got all messed up with everything and I’m sorry!” Pouting at himself, T’bia sulked quietly for a few moments. “I’m not good at having friends,” he said quietly, honest and slightly bewildered. “I don’t know what to do…” frowning, he tilted his head slightly to blink at M’dox as he chewed on his bottom lip, anxious and confused.

“Jycenth is easy,” he babbled, looking up at the ceiling now. “He’s in my head, so I don’t have to like, explain anything to him. He just knows. But I’ve never really had any friends. That’s pretty sad really, isn’t it? I think its because I do stupid stuff so much, and people don’t want to deal with it. And I’m pretty sure I’m broken and I broke my dragon too, and R’nd said I didn’t, but I think he only says that because otherwise we both screwed up instead of just me because he helped me through Weyrlinghood and he did a good job and I still can’t believe I graduated. I am not a good dragonrider. I’m kind of useless really. I really wasn’t any help with the fires, but Jycenth did so well but I was so scared he would get hurt or die and I don’t know what I would do without him! I’m useless enough as it is, I was so much worse before Jycenth and I don’t want to go back to that.” A fraction of a pause. “I talk too much.” T’bia took a deep breath and puffed it out softly, exasperated with himself. “Sorry.” Uncomfortable, T’bia buried his face in M’dox’s hair. It was so soft and it smelled nice!

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M'dox
of Brown Riquarth

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01.04.718, 25
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5'7"
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Dark brown
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Dancer-fit
Hair
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Written By: Zandelion
#8
M’dox listened quietly as T’bia spoke, just taking the words in and relaxing into his arms. He frowned a little at some of what T’bia was saying, not sure he liked the way T’bia talked about himself. T’bia was wonderful, not broken or useless and M’dox wanted him to know it. Carefully he leaned his head back a little so he could look up at T’bia properly.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said sincerely, “I like listening to you talk.” The arm wrapped around T’bia’s waist moved to cradle the back of his head as M’dox leaned in to kiss him softly. His plan had been a quick kiss, just to make sure T’bia understood he meant what he said, but he had missed T’bia, he had missed this, and once he started he didn’t want to stop. Since T’bia didn’t stop him, and was even kissing back, M’dox decided to just keep kissing for a bit. And it was nice, it was so nice, and he was an idiot for not making sure to stay in contact with T’bia all summer when they could have been lying in his bed and kissing instead of moping. They could fix it now though.

For a moment M’dox broke the kiss, needing to breathe, and he shifted a little, reaching so he could press their foreheads together, noses brushing. As much as he hated to admit it, they should probably take a break from kissing. There were a few things M’dox needed T’bia to hear.

“I’m not good at having friends either,” M’dox said, keeping eye contact with T’bia. He couldn’t look many people in the eye for long, but with T’bia he could. “I didn’t have any growing up, and then I came here and I didn’t know how to make any. Riquarth was my first friend here. You’re the second. Which I suppose makes Jycenth third, if he’s alright with that.” he said with a small grin. It probably was pretty sad to have dragons as two of his three friends, but that was okay. “You’re not broken, T’bia, and neither’s Jycenth. I don’t know why you’d think that. You’re amazing, not broken.”

M’dox paused a moment, licking his lips when he realized how dry they were, having trouble getting the next few words out. Thinking about the fires was hard, and talking about them was harder. “I wasn’t any good dealing with the fires either. I was such a mess, Riquarth made sure we got put on trench digging the entire time. A lot of that was behind the fires, as precautions. We were a lot safer than most other dragonriders, and I was still terrified. The entire time, I was so scared. But Riquarth was there with me, and he helped so much, and I don’t want to go back to being without him either. And I don’t know how to not be afraid of losing him, so I don’t have any advice on that, but you’re not alone. I was scared too. And I mean, most others are braver than me, but I bet lots of dragonriders were afraid for their dragons. It’s not just you. And even if it was,” M’dox looked very intently at T’bia, wanting him to understand, “even if it was just you, I still think you’re wonderful, and I know Jycenth agrees. You can be wonderful and afraid, T’bia, and I’ll still love you, okay?” And then M’dox blinked, not at all planning on having said that last part. He hadn’t exactly thought about it before, not in words, anyway, but it felt right now that he’d said it. Of course, the realization had him blushing furiously and hiding his face against T’bia’s chest again. What if he’d ruined everything again from talking before thinking in his desperation to make T’bia feel better? What if he took it the wrong way? It was just that T’bia was so important to him and M’dox had wanted him to know.

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T'bia
of Blue Jycenth

Date of Birth
13.05.718, 26
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6'
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Blue
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Slim
Hair
Dark Brown

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Written By: ThistleProse
#9
M’dox saying he liked listening to T’bia babble endlessly filled the bluerider with warm feelings that blossomed up through his belly and made him feel special; when it was followed up with a soft kiss, T’bia responded eagerly and affectionately, one hand sliding into M’dox’s hair, fingers splayed and enjoying as much the way his friends dark locks tangled around his fingers as he did the gentle kiss and the deliciously familiar taste of his friend. Was that weird? T’bia blinked owlishly as M’dox pulled back, sort of feeling like his friend might have heard his thoughts, even though he knew that was pretty ridiculous.

T’bia shifted just slightly when M’dox pressed their heads together, smiling very softly at the brownrider, but making himself just that little bit more comfortable. T’bia was very careful not to tug on M’dox’s hair, since his hand was still tangled in it, and he didn’t really want to remove it. He decided he was rather obsessed with the way it felt, all soft and silky, and it smelled nice – what did he use to wash it? And T’bia wondered idly if M’dox would let him play with it more. T’bia used to do his little sisters’ hair for them, but there was something more special about M’dox’s.

T’bia might have interrupted M’dox to tell him that Jycenth would like to be counted as a friend, or that he was wrong and T’bia was definitely broken, but he was spectacularly distracted by the way his friend was licking his lips as he considered what to say next, and T’bia didn’t even realise he was staring at M’dox’s lips until they started moving and he realised his friend was talking again. A flush crept up his cheeks, and he slowly lifted his gaze to meet M’dox’s again.

Honestly, T’bia didn’t really believe a lot of what M’dox was saying, but he believed that M’dox believed it, so even though T’bia thought his friend was wrong about him, he at least knew that M’dox felt differently, and it wasn’t like their differing opinions was a bad thing! T’bia found he really appreciated knowing that his friend thought he was amazing, and T’bia honestly thought M’dox was pretty amazing too, but he kind of felt like if he said that to the brownrider now, it might come across as quite as sincere because M’dox had said it first, and T’bia didn’t want M’dox to just think he was echoing him. It wasn’t like that at all! M’dox was so many wonderful things to T’bia and he didn’t even know where to start to express them!

Honestly, how did people even do friendships!?

T’bia’s entire brain process came to a grinding halt when M’dox said he loved him, though, and T’bia stared blankly. T’bia couldn’t remember the last time someone had said they love him, and especially not that they love him for being him. He knew, of course, that his father loved him – they had a strong relationship and T’bia had always been able to turn to his father, long before he had Jycenth to help him – and he knew his sisters adored him. Once upon a time, T’bia would have said his younger brother loved him, but who knew these days? He hadn’t seen him in so long.

T’bia felt a shiver of coldness sweep over him, as he thought about how very long it had been since his mother had said she loved him.

How long had it been since she’d even spoken to him?

Jycenth stepped in, brushing those thoughts away and bringing M’dox’s gentle but intense words forward again, and T’bia blinked, a little shudder running through him as he looked down at the head pressed against his chest, face hidden. T’bia blinked again, and then he gave a soft, joyful laugh and carefully squeezed M’dox as tightly as he could without hurting the brownrider. He held him for a few moments, before pushing his friend away from him and back against the bed, T’bia sprawling half on top of M’dox as he claimed the brownrider’s lips in a fierce kiss, putting every emotion he could into the action, desperate and determined.

Breaking the kiss, but only because if he didn’t T’bia thought he might die from lack of good oxygen, T’bia leaned back just enough to let them breathe; he could still feel M’dox’s lips against his own, and the warm pants of his breath. T’bia really wanted to tell M’dox he loved him, too – because he was pretty sure he did! – but he was scared, because… because… T’bia didn’t know why he was suddenly scared, all he knew was whole body was frozen up on the inside and he could get those little (but so powerful!) words to tumble past his lips… words were usually so happy to just jump for freedom from his mouth. He didn’t understand!

T’bia stared down at M’dox, his absolutely radiant joy slowly fading into an expression of increasing distress as the words he wanted to say just would not shake loose. Tears pricked at his eyes and T’bia sat up suddenly, his expression distraught as he failed to voice any words at all, mouth moving but nothing coming forth. Had he kissed his voice away?! Jycenth’s vocal rumble of amusement at that thought shook T’bia back to reality, just long enough for the bluerider to give a half-sob, half-laugh and launch himself back at M’dox, almost bashing their heads together as he unintentionally used his weight to press the brownrider back into the bed.

Breaking a second, fierce kiss, T’bia pulled back, eyes bright once more and lips still lingering against M’dox’s. “You stole my voice,” he said softly, gentle amusement tinged in each word. “I love you, too,” T’bia said softly, the words barely even audible. Then again, fiercely and with resounding joy, moments before pressing another kiss to M’dox’s lips.

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M'dox
of Brown Riquarth

Date of Birth
01.04.718, 25
Height
5'7"
Eyes
Dark brown
Build
Dancer-fit
Hair
Dark brown, short

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Written By: Zandelion
#10
The seconds before T’bia responded felt like eternities to M’dox. From where his head was pressed to T’bia’s chest he could hear that his heart rate was faster than normal, but he wasn’t sure what that meant, it could be good or bad. What if it was bad? It was probably bad. M’dox was almost ready to cry again, eyes tearing up yet again, when T’bia laughed and hugged him tightly. Oh. Laughing was good, right? Laughing had to be good.

There was a moment of panic when T’bia pushed him away that he’d been wrong, and it was actually bad and he’d messed everything up again, before T’bia was lying on top of M’dox and kissing him and M’dox was pretty sure that meant it had to be good. He kissed back, slowly relaxing into the bed as he wrapped his arms around T’bia and let him lead the kiss where he wanted. M’dox was just so relieved his unplanned admission made T’bia happy, it almost felt like he was floating even though T’bia was on top of him and pressing him into the bed.

M’dox gasped when T’bia broke the kiss; he’d been so absorbed in the kiss and what it meant he hadn’t realized how much he needed to breathe. He smiled dazedly up at T’bia as he tried to catch his breath, still panting heavily from the kiss. But…T’bia suddenly looked upset. M’dox’s brows furrowed; he thought everything was okay. Was it not okay again? He made a distressed noise when T’bia sat up, worried he’d done something wrong again. After a few seconds of concern, M’dox sat up a little and was about to ask T’bia what was wrong when the bluerider made a noise and suddenly M’dox was getting kissed again. He found himself pushed back into the bed with the force of the kiss and the weight of T’bia on top of him.

And then T’bia was speaking, and he was close enough M’dox could feel his lips move around the words, and he was practically inhaling the words as they were spoken. M’dox could swear his heart almost stopped when T’bia said he loved him. The relief at the words, that his own hadn’t been unwanted, or silly, or overemotional, was unlike anything else. He could almost cry again, but this time in elation, sheer joy that T’bia loved him, and when T’bia kissed him M’dox kissed back with more enthusiasm then he would have thought possible.

They stayed like that for a while, just lying on M’dox’s bed and kissing, completely wrapped up in each other. For a moment they paused to just look at each other. M’dox was grinning so much his face hurt, but he didn’t care. He loved this. He couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid as to not spend every minute he could like this, instead of hiding away for half the summer. It was perfect. The kissing was wonderful of course, and M’dox decided he really liked the weight of T’bia’s body above him — it felt safe — but really, it was just being with T’bia that made it nothing less than ideal.

With a sly grin M’dox pressed a quick kiss to T’bia’s nose, before he started kissing every part of the bluerider’s face he could reach. Laughing, M’dox nuzzled into T’bia’s face. “I love you,” he said again, moving a hand up to cradle agains T’bia’s face, “and if I steal your voice, you give me mine.” As soon as he finished speaking he leaned up and kissed him again, slowly, prolonging the kiss as long as possible. He meant it. His whole life, M’dox had been quiet, never speaking up, rarely saying anything if someone didn’t address him in the first place, but T’bia made him want to talk, to tell him how he felt, about how amazing he knew T’bia was, to respond to everything T’bia said because he truly did like listening to him talk. It was a bit silly, and certainly rather cliched but M’dox meant it, and he tried to make sure to express how sincere he was, how much he felt, through the kiss, letting it back up his words.

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