25.Oct.18, 01:35 PM
He definitely interrupted a conversation with a dragon. Love? N’mor certainly wasn’t talking to him. He had never used that term of endearment on him, though Z’rin wasn’t sure he used it on Rhezalth either, but clearly he did and was also clearly distracted enough to finish the conversation out loud. That was the only thing that made sense as there wasn’t any reason for N’mor to use such words with him. They had a casual thing going on that a nice friendship had sprung from.
Going with the explanation that came right after, Z’rin was convinced he was right. N’mor was giving a basic explanation of some of the conversation he had been having with Rhezalth and it earned a nod of understanding. Although, when he was younger, he was usually the punchline of a joke so even if he didn’t get it, he got it. Hopefully this joke wasn’t nearly as awful as his early years in Katila and N’mor could laugh about it later because he seemed rather distracted at the moment which still worried Z’rin.
He was about to apologise again when N’mor beat him to it. A grin was falling into place, a witty comment about to spring free when the explanation for the apology came after a kiss. Z’rin’s heart dropped. Just wash up and go home? He really had screwed up. He always knew his humour was a bit off kilter and maybe he shouldn’t have teased about the drink, no matter how much N’mor said it wasn’t the reason the mood suddenly died.
It was time.
He knew it would happen after the first time they slept together and it led to something regular. N’mor was growing tired of him after having to look after his pathetic injured ass for far too long. He had enjoyed their conversations that took place when they couldn’t be physical and Z’rin admitted, only to himself and Varralath, that the tears he cried when N’mor left him in the early days to eat, rest, or help with the fires, were because someone actually cared enough to check on him. N’mor insisting he stay with him when he could finally get out of that damnable bed had been met with a smile and genuine eagerness. He didn’t want to go home, even if he could.
He had been so careful, constantly reminding himself that he couldn’t get comfortable and expect their relationship to last, taking it week by week and enjoying what they had. It would hurt but he’d never admit that to N’mor. He’d agree it was time to part ways when the bronzerider got around to bringing it up, assuming he didn’t just cut ties and ignore him once he was able to send his freeloading bluerider packing.
Still, it was hard to control the emotions he knew were flittering across his face and Z’rin was glad when N’mor turned away to fetch the soapsand. By the time he turned back around, Z’rin felt he had managed a rather neutral expression and could easily say any pain or fear that might be showing were the result of the workout and overthinking what might happen if he didn’t heal properly. The laugh he gave at the teasing was genuine enough and Z’rin almost believed nothing was wrong with what they had as he turned around. Maybe there wasn’t and he was being paranoid. Time would tell.
“I don’t know how either of us survived me this long going without a proper bath,” he replied, tone light as he joined in teasing himself and the state he was in, introducing a way for their easy banter to pick back up and fill the time as they bathed before returning back to N’mor’s home.
Going with the explanation that came right after, Z’rin was convinced he was right. N’mor was giving a basic explanation of some of the conversation he had been having with Rhezalth and it earned a nod of understanding. Although, when he was younger, he was usually the punchline of a joke so even if he didn’t get it, he got it. Hopefully this joke wasn’t nearly as awful as his early years in Katila and N’mor could laugh about it later because he seemed rather distracted at the moment which still worried Z’rin.
He was about to apologise again when N’mor beat him to it. A grin was falling into place, a witty comment about to spring free when the explanation for the apology came after a kiss. Z’rin’s heart dropped. Just wash up and go home? He really had screwed up. He always knew his humour was a bit off kilter and maybe he shouldn’t have teased about the drink, no matter how much N’mor said it wasn’t the reason the mood suddenly died.
It was time.
He knew it would happen after the first time they slept together and it led to something regular. N’mor was growing tired of him after having to look after his pathetic injured ass for far too long. He had enjoyed their conversations that took place when they couldn’t be physical and Z’rin admitted, only to himself and Varralath, that the tears he cried when N’mor left him in the early days to eat, rest, or help with the fires, were because someone actually cared enough to check on him. N’mor insisting he stay with him when he could finally get out of that damnable bed had been met with a smile and genuine eagerness. He didn’t want to go home, even if he could.
He had been so careful, constantly reminding himself that he couldn’t get comfortable and expect their relationship to last, taking it week by week and enjoying what they had. It would hurt but he’d never admit that to N’mor. He’d agree it was time to part ways when the bronzerider got around to bringing it up, assuming he didn’t just cut ties and ignore him once he was able to send his freeloading bluerider packing.
Still, it was hard to control the emotions he knew were flittering across his face and Z’rin was glad when N’mor turned away to fetch the soapsand. By the time he turned back around, Z’rin felt he had managed a rather neutral expression and could easily say any pain or fear that might be showing were the result of the workout and overthinking what might happen if he didn’t heal properly. The laugh he gave at the teasing was genuine enough and Z’rin almost believed nothing was wrong with what they had as he turned around. Maybe there wasn’t and he was being paranoid. Time would tell.
“I don’t know how either of us survived me this long going without a proper bath,” he replied, tone light as he joined in teasing himself and the state he was in, introducing a way for their easy banter to pick back up and fill the time as they bathed before returning back to N’mor’s home.