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26.Oct.18, 01:12 AM
Z’rin awoke thanks to his dragon nudging him into consciousness to inform him that his daughter had just left and his lover was probably going to starve to death in their dusty and neglected weyr. He was sorely tempted to stay in bed anyway-- N’mor knew his way to the dining cavern—but he found himself rolling to his feet and slipping on pants even though Zararin had left. A shirt was added after a moment’s hesitation, not because it was cold, but because he still had some insecurities about the scars he now bore. He had yet to look at them himself, which likely didn’t help how he decided they would look to everyone else, so covering up when he could was the way to go. Not that N’mor hadn’t seen them over and over and even his daughter had seen them now. He should have expected her reluctance to sleep on the sofa after the Hatching they had witnessed but it still surprised him when it came minutes after he had slipped into bed, thankfully wearing underwear at least, but not his shirt and he was too tired to think about covering up. If she hadn’t seen his back before, she likely had that morning.
He watched N’mor for a moment, wondering what was on the bronzerider’s mind so soon after waking, but perhaps he was just weighing his options for food. Slipping up behind him and sliding his arms around N’mor, Z’rin gave a happy little moan at the greeting, and then nodded. “Varralath told me. Hope she wasn’t too much trouble without me to rope her in.” He doubted she was. Zararin seemed to have a crush on N’mor and probably still showed a bit of her usual sass but was otherwise well-behaved. After all, she did get N’mor to carry her home after the Hatching despite her getting to be too big for such things. Z’rin let it slide given what they had all been through and because as much as he wanted to hold her close and cart her away from it all, he couldn’t. His leg was still healing and he was hobbling with a cane; a cane that was currently still resting against the dresser in the bedroom. His weyr was small and he knew he wasn’t going to be walking all that much, so it was fine where it was for the time being.
When N’mor turned in his arms, a look of contemplation quickly fading into something he couldn’t quite describe, Z’rin knew he wasn’t about to get in trouble for ignoring the Healer’s orders to have the cane with him at all times. This was something else, and when the words came out, Z’rin wouldn’t have expected them, even if he had been given time to think on anything more than receiving a scolding. Go back to Ista? Of course, just because he was back home didn’t mean he’d never go back to the island he had been trapped on for weeks. He had enjoyed himself and would visit frequently, especially since things hadn’t changed since the bath that left him worried nearly a month earlier.
He truly didn’t consider any other meaning to N’mor’s words, given their relationship but when N’mor said he would move to Telgar, Z’rin froze as the meaning behind the first statement sank in. Did N’mor just ask him to move in with him? As mates? No, that was far more serious than they had ever even accidentally played at. As a convenient warm body within reach for sex? No, that was just being rude and thinking poorly of N’mor. Maybe, in the early days, he could see something like that. After all, beyond a couple of awkward times they hung out together, they really only did end up together for sex. Yet as more time passed, the more Z’rin felt a connection and it only took him nearly dying to bring them closer together as friends.
So what did moving in together really mean?
Again, before he could speak or really even show more emotion other than confusion at having such a conversation so soon after waking, N’mor was filling the silence again. This time, Z’rin managed to furrow his brows further in confusion before his features relaxed into a smile. It really wasn’t the time for a smile, was it? It was a warm one though, not a mocking one, so he felt it was okay. “Silly bronzerider,” he mumbled, gently teasing the man that always had a quip about blueriders, one of which often involving how silly they were.
Relief flooded through Z’rin as the full weight of the situation really hit him and he couldn’t stop the bit of laughter. If he was worried about what smiling would show, he probably should have tried to avoid laughing but Z’rin was quick to press a finger to N’mor’s lips to give him a moment to talk. “I have spent our entire relationship doing my best to not fall for you, knowing you’d lose interest at any moment and ditch me and I convinced myself I was fine with that, that it would be mutual. Unfortunately, you’re kind of irresistible and showed me when I was injured how caring you are. Your visits kept me going, N’mor. You made me feel special and I… I forgot I wasn’t supposed to want you so much and knew I was going to end up hurt.”
Both arms were back around N’mor’s waists and hands gripped a little tighter, in case his confession scared him away when he realised he was getting more than he bargained for. “Then that day in the bath, my first day working on the leg… well, I’ve spent the last few weeks waiting for you to kick me out and move on.” He knew he wasn’t much of a prize, even when he was whole. He was a bit quiet, had a quirky sense of humour, and he felt people would be justified in calling him boring, if they did. To hear N’mor imply that none of that mattered to him was pretty mind-blowing but Z’rin knew he was still blabbering on and on, tossing out his feelings when all he needed to say he hadn’t really even said.
Suddenly embarrassed by his words, Z’rin chuckled, took a breath, and then found the words he really wanted to say, “if you’re sure you really want me around all the time, I’d like to be. And your weyr is better furnished and clean. Doing anything with this place would be so much work, so packing up and moving in with you would be a lot easier,” he grinned, showing he was teasing about his reason for wanting to move in with N’mor, but his hands moved from hips to his lover’s face, cupping it gently to keep their gazes locked.
“I want more, N’mor. I’m always happiest when I’m with you and I want to see what we can be together, truly together. I want to live with you. I’ll go back to Ista with you and stay as long as you want me to. Getting through the paperwork for the transfer alone should be enough to show you my feelings.” He gave his goofy grin, giving his heartfelt confession a bit of a Z’rin twist with his teasing, but he was still afraid N’mor would suddenly laugh and toss him aside as if it was all a joke to harass the bluerider and cruelly toss him aside. So he didn’t make any other move, ignoring the urge to throw them to the ground and consummate their new step in the relationship.
He watched N’mor for a moment, wondering what was on the bronzerider’s mind so soon after waking, but perhaps he was just weighing his options for food. Slipping up behind him and sliding his arms around N’mor, Z’rin gave a happy little moan at the greeting, and then nodded. “Varralath told me. Hope she wasn’t too much trouble without me to rope her in.” He doubted she was. Zararin seemed to have a crush on N’mor and probably still showed a bit of her usual sass but was otherwise well-behaved. After all, she did get N’mor to carry her home after the Hatching despite her getting to be too big for such things. Z’rin let it slide given what they had all been through and because as much as he wanted to hold her close and cart her away from it all, he couldn’t. His leg was still healing and he was hobbling with a cane; a cane that was currently still resting against the dresser in the bedroom. His weyr was small and he knew he wasn’t going to be walking all that much, so it was fine where it was for the time being.
When N’mor turned in his arms, a look of contemplation quickly fading into something he couldn’t quite describe, Z’rin knew he wasn’t about to get in trouble for ignoring the Healer’s orders to have the cane with him at all times. This was something else, and when the words came out, Z’rin wouldn’t have expected them, even if he had been given time to think on anything more than receiving a scolding. Go back to Ista? Of course, just because he was back home didn’t mean he’d never go back to the island he had been trapped on for weeks. He had enjoyed himself and would visit frequently, especially since things hadn’t changed since the bath that left him worried nearly a month earlier.
He truly didn’t consider any other meaning to N’mor’s words, given their relationship but when N’mor said he would move to Telgar, Z’rin froze as the meaning behind the first statement sank in. Did N’mor just ask him to move in with him? As mates? No, that was far more serious than they had ever even accidentally played at. As a convenient warm body within reach for sex? No, that was just being rude and thinking poorly of N’mor. Maybe, in the early days, he could see something like that. After all, beyond a couple of awkward times they hung out together, they really only did end up together for sex. Yet as more time passed, the more Z’rin felt a connection and it only took him nearly dying to bring them closer together as friends.
So what did moving in together really mean?
Again, before he could speak or really even show more emotion other than confusion at having such a conversation so soon after waking, N’mor was filling the silence again. This time, Z’rin managed to furrow his brows further in confusion before his features relaxed into a smile. It really wasn’t the time for a smile, was it? It was a warm one though, not a mocking one, so he felt it was okay. “Silly bronzerider,” he mumbled, gently teasing the man that always had a quip about blueriders, one of which often involving how silly they were.
Relief flooded through Z’rin as the full weight of the situation really hit him and he couldn’t stop the bit of laughter. If he was worried about what smiling would show, he probably should have tried to avoid laughing but Z’rin was quick to press a finger to N’mor’s lips to give him a moment to talk. “I have spent our entire relationship doing my best to not fall for you, knowing you’d lose interest at any moment and ditch me and I convinced myself I was fine with that, that it would be mutual. Unfortunately, you’re kind of irresistible and showed me when I was injured how caring you are. Your visits kept me going, N’mor. You made me feel special and I… I forgot I wasn’t supposed to want you so much and knew I was going to end up hurt.”
Both arms were back around N’mor’s waists and hands gripped a little tighter, in case his confession scared him away when he realised he was getting more than he bargained for. “Then that day in the bath, my first day working on the leg… well, I’ve spent the last few weeks waiting for you to kick me out and move on.” He knew he wasn’t much of a prize, even when he was whole. He was a bit quiet, had a quirky sense of humour, and he felt people would be justified in calling him boring, if they did. To hear N’mor imply that none of that mattered to him was pretty mind-blowing but Z’rin knew he was still blabbering on and on, tossing out his feelings when all he needed to say he hadn’t really even said.
Suddenly embarrassed by his words, Z’rin chuckled, took a breath, and then found the words he really wanted to say, “if you’re sure you really want me around all the time, I’d like to be. And your weyr is better furnished and clean. Doing anything with this place would be so much work, so packing up and moving in with you would be a lot easier,” he grinned, showing he was teasing about his reason for wanting to move in with N’mor, but his hands moved from hips to his lover’s face, cupping it gently to keep their gazes locked.
“I want more, N’mor. I’m always happiest when I’m with you and I want to see what we can be together, truly together. I want to live with you. I’ll go back to Ista with you and stay as long as you want me to. Getting through the paperwork for the transfer alone should be enough to show you my feelings.” He gave his goofy grin, giving his heartfelt confession a bit of a Z’rin twist with his teasing, but he was still afraid N’mor would suddenly laugh and toss him aside as if it was all a joke to harass the bluerider and cruelly toss him aside. So he didn’t make any other move, ignoring the urge to throw them to the ground and consummate their new step in the relationship.
