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26.Oct.18, 02:07 PM
Z’rin was surprised to hear those little words come so easily from the man he had never expected to say, at least not to him. His entire time hooking up with the bronzerider had been spent overhearing random rumours and speculation that N’mor and T’ryn were a couple and hiding it given what colour their dragons were. Hell, even he had started to believe those two would end up together and it was the major reason why he tried his hardest not to fall for N’mor. Yet, there he was with N’mor, hearing a love confession, not T’ryn. Perhaps the two young bronzeriders truly were only best friends and nothing more.
The relief that came with that thought was astounding and Z’rin found he was more willing to examine the feelings that had been building since the summer started. It started sometime before the camping trip but that night helped solidify some facts in his mind. He trusted N’mor to such a degree that he would drink an unknown substance and ride out the affects with him, knowing he would be in safe hands. From what he learned about the drug both through Casa and discreetly asking the right –or wrong, depending on perspective and every day general life—people, he knew it only heightened the need for sex and the passion he felt with N’mor had been his own feelings magnified.
Then the fires happened and he’d been wounded. N’mor sitting with him, talking with him, watching over him… that was when Z’rin knew he was in trouble and now, free of worry that he was going to be hurt and that there was someone else in N’mor’s heart, he could call it what it was. Love. He had fallen for the bronzerider, barely more than half his age and barely doubled that of his daughter’s. Who knew the person he had been searching for would come in that form? He felt accepted, never playing at being someone else, and was happy. Plain and simple. N’mor made him happy. No, not N’mor, Indamor. In his mind, there was a distinction and Z’rin wondered if he said that out loud, what would happen.
First, he had something important to say as well, if he could get them out in between the kisses he was enjoying. With a jovial laugh that showed his own enjoyment of the moment and how at ease he was with N’mor, Z’rin returned to running a hand over N’mor’s face, as if learning every feature for the first time in a new light. “I never thought I’d find someone that I would love and they’d love me back. I feel like I should have stood in the rain a lot sooner,” he chuckled softly, recalling how they had met on an Ista beach when it was raining. Would they have crossed paths if he hadn’t decided to spend his down time on the beach that day? That was horrible to think about and he pushed the thought away with another kiss before continuing on.
“I love you as well, N’mor… Indamor,” he added, somewhat shy, and quickly pushed on with his reason for the name. “While I like the bronzerider N’mor, it’s the person hidden behind the confident and arrogant brat that I fell for. Can… can I call you Indamor when we’re alone?” He’d never presume to say it with anyone else around. The honorific came from the dragon and it was a sign of respect and their status. He loved his own honorific because it came from Varralath, so maybe he was being a bit selfish in asking for that privilege, knowing some of it also came from a need to have a name of his own to use for N’mor.
The relief that came with that thought was astounding and Z’rin found he was more willing to examine the feelings that had been building since the summer started. It started sometime before the camping trip but that night helped solidify some facts in his mind. He trusted N’mor to such a degree that he would drink an unknown substance and ride out the affects with him, knowing he would be in safe hands. From what he learned about the drug both through Casa and discreetly asking the right –or wrong, depending on perspective and every day general life—people, he knew it only heightened the need for sex and the passion he felt with N’mor had been his own feelings magnified.
Then the fires happened and he’d been wounded. N’mor sitting with him, talking with him, watching over him… that was when Z’rin knew he was in trouble and now, free of worry that he was going to be hurt and that there was someone else in N’mor’s heart, he could call it what it was. Love. He had fallen for the bronzerider, barely more than half his age and barely doubled that of his daughter’s. Who knew the person he had been searching for would come in that form? He felt accepted, never playing at being someone else, and was happy. Plain and simple. N’mor made him happy. No, not N’mor, Indamor. In his mind, there was a distinction and Z’rin wondered if he said that out loud, what would happen.
First, he had something important to say as well, if he could get them out in between the kisses he was enjoying. With a jovial laugh that showed his own enjoyment of the moment and how at ease he was with N’mor, Z’rin returned to running a hand over N’mor’s face, as if learning every feature for the first time in a new light. “I never thought I’d find someone that I would love and they’d love me back. I feel like I should have stood in the rain a lot sooner,” he chuckled softly, recalling how they had met on an Ista beach when it was raining. Would they have crossed paths if he hadn’t decided to spend his down time on the beach that day? That was horrible to think about and he pushed the thought away with another kiss before continuing on.
“I love you as well, N’mor… Indamor,” he added, somewhat shy, and quickly pushed on with his reason for the name. “While I like the bronzerider N’mor, it’s the person hidden behind the confident and arrogant brat that I fell for. Can… can I call you Indamor when we’re alone?” He’d never presume to say it with anyone else around. The honorific came from the dragon and it was a sign of respect and their status. He loved his own honorific because it came from Varralath, so maybe he was being a bit selfish in asking for that privilege, knowing some of it also came from a need to have a name of his own to use for N’mor.
