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15.Jun.18, 11:26 PM
He knocked on the door before him, never considering that his father might not be home. It was early afternoon and he knew B’jin didn’t have an active class at the moment, and he knew his father well enough to know he would have eaten lunch early; B’jin loved his food! In his hand, he held a piece of scrunched up parchment.
When it was R’nd who opened the door, N’mor looked up at his startled face with his own, ruined by tears and misery. His face and eyes were splotchy and red, tear streaks still glazed on his cheeks. His clothing was askew and clearly slept in, his hair a disaster atop his head. He hadn’t been able to find the strength to bathe, even though he wanted nothing more than to scrub the scent of T’ryn from his skin. But he was also loathe to lose that last trace of his best friend.
“Dad isn’t home?” He asked, his voice hoarse from spending the night crying brokenly. N’mor shoulders slumped and he hesitated, not sure what to do. He wanted to talk to his dad - he’d realised with a touch of terror that he didn’t have anyone to turn to. T’ryn had always been his rock, and he didn’t know how to function without him.
N’mor looked up at R’nd, heartbroken, grey eyes devoid of any emotion except pain and sorrow. He could see all the traces of T’ryn in the blue rider, and he bit his lip though he couldn’t stop the way his eyes flooded and tears tumbled down his cheeks.
“I ruined everything!” He sobbed, startling himself (and no doubt R’nd) by throwing himself forward and wrapping his arm around R’nd, clinging to him desperately as he cried, sobbing and struggling to breathe, face buried against the man’s chest. R’nd has been a constant in N’mor’s life for almost a decade; he squashed the fear that R’nd would toss him out when he learned what he’d done to his son.
When it was R’nd who opened the door, N’mor looked up at his startled face with his own, ruined by tears and misery. His face and eyes were splotchy and red, tear streaks still glazed on his cheeks. His clothing was askew and clearly slept in, his hair a disaster atop his head. He hadn’t been able to find the strength to bathe, even though he wanted nothing more than to scrub the scent of T’ryn from his skin. But he was also loathe to lose that last trace of his best friend.
“Dad isn’t home?” He asked, his voice hoarse from spending the night crying brokenly. N’mor shoulders slumped and he hesitated, not sure what to do. He wanted to talk to his dad - he’d realised with a touch of terror that he didn’t have anyone to turn to. T’ryn had always been his rock, and he didn’t know how to function without him.
N’mor looked up at R’nd, heartbroken, grey eyes devoid of any emotion except pain and sorrow. He could see all the traces of T’ryn in the blue rider, and he bit his lip though he couldn’t stop the way his eyes flooded and tears tumbled down his cheeks.
“I ruined everything!” He sobbed, startling himself (and no doubt R’nd) by throwing himself forward and wrapping his arm around R’nd, clinging to him desperately as he cried, sobbing and struggling to breathe, face buried against the man’s chest. R’nd has been a constant in N’mor’s life for almost a decade; he squashed the fear that R’nd would toss him out when he learned what he’d done to his son.
