Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
24.Sep.18, 07:18 AM
N’mor grinned impishly as he watched Z’rin hobble along, the young bronzerider more than a little amused by the whole thing. He was glad Z’rin was okay, and that the awful clumpy thing the bluerider had had on his leg to aid the healing process was off. The healers had said Z’rin wouldn’t need his crutches any more, for which N’mor was quite pleased. He wasn’t usually the irritable type, but crutches? So annoying. If the clipping noise wasn’t driving him insane, he was resisting the urge to throw them off the edge of the weyr from constantly tripping over them when Z’rin had put them aside. He was actually really proud of himself for not letting Z’rin know how annoying he found the stupid pieces of wood, especially since Z’rin didn’t intentionally put them anywhere N’mor would trip on them, he just seemed incapable of not tripping on them.
When the Healer had taken off the cast, and made a comment that Z’rin should probably use a cane to help him balance while he got his leg used to carrying his weight again, N’mor had leapt upon the chance to tease his lover for being older than him, much to the Healer’s disgruntled irritation. Perhaps he thought Z’rin would get all self-conscious and not use them because N’mor was teasing him? N’mor didn’t think Z’rin would, and if he did, he’d give him shit for being an idiot about it. They were allowed to have fun at each other’s expense, but they weren’t allowed to risk their health to try and prevent that fun!
“Another five minutes, and you’ll start a new record for longest trip between bench and bath,” he teased, resting his chin on his hand, elbow on the side of the tub as he watched Z’rin amble towards him still, apparently taking every step with great dedication. It was absolutely adorable, really. Like watching his little sister learn how to walk! That caused a snort of amusement, and he shook his head softly, playing off that Rhezalth had made a comment even as he climbed out of the bath to help Z’rin into it. The last thing he needed was for his lover to break his neck, or his leg again, or get a concussion. N’mor’s warm, bubble bath coated hand wandered as he stood close behind Z’rin, amused and content as Z’rin sank into the water.
Usually, they kept to the more secluded baths, just to make sure they’d be undisturbed and because they didn’t actually need a big bath in order to have an enjoyable time. This time, though, N’mor had kicked out a couple of greenriders from the largest pool – the two men were across the room in a smaller one – and he’d taken over the large one, which was actually made to comfortably hold some ten people. However, it was the perfect size and depth for getting Z’rin started on that water-recovery shit his Healer had been talking about, with the water easily up to their chests (somewhat higher on N’mor’s, since he was several inches shorter than Z’rin) and it was long and slightly oblong in shape, meaning they could move around easily.
Standing together in the water, N’mor held Z’rin for a few moments, nibbling on the crook of his neck, enjoying the warmth of the water, his lover’s familiar body, and the soft sound the bubbles were making. The lazy gossiping of the greenriders on the other side of the bathing room was easily ignored, and N’mor really didn’t care about them anyway; his attention was entirely on Z’rin. “Which boring exercise do you want to do first?” He asked against Z’rin’s ear, amusement on his breathy words. He had not enjoyed his own physiotherapy when he’d been recovering from the loss of his arm, so he hoped to help make Z’rin’s a lot more fun… But not enough to encourage more broken bones!
When the Healer had taken off the cast, and made a comment that Z’rin should probably use a cane to help him balance while he got his leg used to carrying his weight again, N’mor had leapt upon the chance to tease his lover for being older than him, much to the Healer’s disgruntled irritation. Perhaps he thought Z’rin would get all self-conscious and not use them because N’mor was teasing him? N’mor didn’t think Z’rin would, and if he did, he’d give him shit for being an idiot about it. They were allowed to have fun at each other’s expense, but they weren’t allowed to risk their health to try and prevent that fun!
“Another five minutes, and you’ll start a new record for longest trip between bench and bath,” he teased, resting his chin on his hand, elbow on the side of the tub as he watched Z’rin amble towards him still, apparently taking every step with great dedication. It was absolutely adorable, really. Like watching his little sister learn how to walk! That caused a snort of amusement, and he shook his head softly, playing off that Rhezalth had made a comment even as he climbed out of the bath to help Z’rin into it. The last thing he needed was for his lover to break his neck, or his leg again, or get a concussion. N’mor’s warm, bubble bath coated hand wandered as he stood close behind Z’rin, amused and content as Z’rin sank into the water.
Usually, they kept to the more secluded baths, just to make sure they’d be undisturbed and because they didn’t actually need a big bath in order to have an enjoyable time. This time, though, N’mor had kicked out a couple of greenriders from the largest pool – the two men were across the room in a smaller one – and he’d taken over the large one, which was actually made to comfortably hold some ten people. However, it was the perfect size and depth for getting Z’rin started on that water-recovery shit his Healer had been talking about, with the water easily up to their chests (somewhat higher on N’mor’s, since he was several inches shorter than Z’rin) and it was long and slightly oblong in shape, meaning they could move around easily.
Standing together in the water, N’mor held Z’rin for a few moments, nibbling on the crook of his neck, enjoying the warmth of the water, his lover’s familiar body, and the soft sound the bubbles were making. The lazy gossiping of the greenriders on the other side of the bathing room was easily ignored, and N’mor really didn’t care about them anyway; his attention was entirely on Z’rin. “Which boring exercise do you want to do first?” He asked against Z’rin’s ear, amusement on his breathy words. He had not enjoyed his own physiotherapy when he’d been recovering from the loss of his arm, so he hoped to help make Z’rin’s a lot more fun… But not enough to encourage more broken bones!
