09.Jun.19, 09:41 AM
N’mor wasn’t nearly the socialite that T’ryn was, and he had no plans to ever be. Instead, he walked quietly beside his friend, letting the other man mingle if that was what he wanted to do – it was, after all, his birthday – which was something N’mor injected into assorted conversations, enjoying immensely the expression T’ryn pulled and the fluttering of hands as whomever they were talking to suddenly felt the need to bestow the friendly bronzerider with a gift, wish him well, and flutter around like anxious insects. N’mor choked back laughter on more than one occasion, and his pale eyes were alight with mischief.
The sudden moaning of his name had N’mor reacting in a way he’d thought long buried; a shudder travelled his spine, making the small hairs stand up on end as heat bloomed through his stomach, and lower. N’mor flexed his shoulders, wide eyed and struggling to get himself back under control with a soft gasp. He shuddered, glad T’ryn was already well ahead of him and quizzing the master. Reaching out, even his mentality unsteady as he crashed into Rhezalth and sought reassurance from the one creature that knew him better than himself. It took a few moments to steady himself, and he strode quickly to join T’ryn as he added his last addendum to his purchase request and N’mor snorted.
“Let the man speak,” he drawled, tossing the master a wink as he rolled his eyes dramatically, falling with relief into the lazy familiarity of their friendship. Regardless, he was shaken, and was making a point of examining all the wares so he could avoid T’ryn’s gaze until he got himself steadily back on his feet and not feel like he was wobbling all over the place. He knew, outwardly, that no one would notice anything. But T’ryn wasn’t anyone and the bastard knew him too well. “This piece is nice,” he said mildly, giving a ghost of a smile as one of the older apprentices blushed crimson and haltingly claimed the work as his own.
The sudden moaning of his name had N’mor reacting in a way he’d thought long buried; a shudder travelled his spine, making the small hairs stand up on end as heat bloomed through his stomach, and lower. N’mor flexed his shoulders, wide eyed and struggling to get himself back under control with a soft gasp. He shuddered, glad T’ryn was already well ahead of him and quizzing the master. Reaching out, even his mentality unsteady as he crashed into Rhezalth and sought reassurance from the one creature that knew him better than himself. It took a few moments to steady himself, and he strode quickly to join T’ryn as he added his last addendum to his purchase request and N’mor snorted.
“Let the man speak,” he drawled, tossing the master a wink as he rolled his eyes dramatically, falling with relief into the lazy familiarity of their friendship. Regardless, he was shaken, and was making a point of examining all the wares so he could avoid T’ryn’s gaze until he got himself steadily back on his feet and not feel like he was wobbling all over the place. He knew, outwardly, that no one would notice anything. But T’ryn wasn’t anyone and the bastard knew him too well. “This piece is nice,” he said mildly, giving a ghost of a smile as one of the older apprentices blushed crimson and haltingly claimed the work as his own.