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08.Jan.20, 01:33 PM
This wasn’t going off with a great start. Hate and trickery? T’ryn frowned as he debated whether that meant Caz was about to say that shouldn’t have happened or if he was going to confess to wanting more and worried that T’ryn was far too much of a bronzerider to allow that to happen. Weren’t they just a pair? A Holder and a bronzerider locked in a moment of confusing intimacy and now didn’t know what to do about it.
Speaking of confusing, nothing Caz was saying made sense. He felt his face was going to get stuck in a perma-frown as he felt his brows draw even tighter together. What the heck was he on about? Maybe the older brother was a huge flirt, but wasn’t he married? T’ryn couldn’t remember all of the family details at the moment, especially since Caz kept speaking, not giving him a chance to catch up mentally or to ask questions.
The confession that the kissing was liked managed to ease up the frown and almost made T’ryn smile and want to take Caz’s hand. That he could work with. He enjoyed the kissing—and other stuff—as well and if that was all they did together when Caz needed a break, he would be down for that. He was about to further talk himself into it when that confusion was back and this time bringing along some anger.
“Then who are you?” T’ryn asked softly. He was not big on secrets since his very existence had essentially been one so that R’nd’s fragile mind didn’t snap when he found out he had children. He’d loosened up a bit about some secrets that didn’t hurt anyone, like sneaking around with Casa or maybe telling someone their baking was great when it wasn’t really. But what was this about being tricked and who was Caz really?
Oh shit.
Did he imagine it or had Caz’s voice changed with that confession? He didn’t know anything about Cazelerias or Cazan, truthfully, only going off their word and believing what he was told. But he’d never seen them together, had he? Caz even said he wouldn’t be around when T’ryn came to pick up Cazan and didn’t really give any reason for that and T’ryn just accepted it. Because why would anyone lie to him? But the pieces were slowly falling into place on this particular puzzle.
“You’re Cazan, aren’t you?” If that was true, then a part of him was having a moment of relief about the whole thing the day before but mostly, T’ryn did feel a bit hurt. Even still, his mind was working full speed at trying to explain everything away and make up excuses for Cazan. Maybe she always wanted to be a leather crafter but it’s not a craft for women so she adopted a new persona. That was believable and probably the truth since he knew how passionate the person before him was about their work.
“Does Cazelerias actually exist? Do you have a twin or is it just you?” He held her gaze as he asked the question, needing the truth. He could forgive her for the lies since he knew how hard it could be to open up and trust someone again. They hadn’t been friends for long so he couldn’t get that mad about any of it, but it still stung and he just wanted answers about everything.
Speaking of confusing, nothing Caz was saying made sense. He felt his face was going to get stuck in a perma-frown as he felt his brows draw even tighter together. What the heck was he on about? Maybe the older brother was a huge flirt, but wasn’t he married? T’ryn couldn’t remember all of the family details at the moment, especially since Caz kept speaking, not giving him a chance to catch up mentally or to ask questions.
The confession that the kissing was liked managed to ease up the frown and almost made T’ryn smile and want to take Caz’s hand. That he could work with. He enjoyed the kissing—and other stuff—as well and if that was all they did together when Caz needed a break, he would be down for that. He was about to further talk himself into it when that confusion was back and this time bringing along some anger.
“Then who are you?” T’ryn asked softly. He was not big on secrets since his very existence had essentially been one so that R’nd’s fragile mind didn’t snap when he found out he had children. He’d loosened up a bit about some secrets that didn’t hurt anyone, like sneaking around with Casa or maybe telling someone their baking was great when it wasn’t really. But what was this about being tricked and who was Caz really?
Oh shit.
Did he imagine it or had Caz’s voice changed with that confession? He didn’t know anything about Cazelerias or Cazan, truthfully, only going off their word and believing what he was told. But he’d never seen them together, had he? Caz even said he wouldn’t be around when T’ryn came to pick up Cazan and didn’t really give any reason for that and T’ryn just accepted it. Because why would anyone lie to him? But the pieces were slowly falling into place on this particular puzzle.
“You’re Cazan, aren’t you?” If that was true, then a part of him was having a moment of relief about the whole thing the day before but mostly, T’ryn did feel a bit hurt. Even still, his mind was working full speed at trying to explain everything away and make up excuses for Cazan. Maybe she always wanted to be a leather crafter but it’s not a craft for women so she adopted a new persona. That was believable and probably the truth since he knew how passionate the person before him was about their work.
“Does Cazelerias actually exist? Do you have a twin or is it just you?” He held her gaze as he asked the question, needing the truth. He could forgive her for the lies since he knew how hard it could be to open up and trust someone again. They hadn’t been friends for long so he couldn’t get that mad about any of it, but it still stung and he just wanted answers about everything.
