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03.Dec.18, 10:50 AM
T’bia positively beamed when Rhaedalyn gave in to his babbling, blue eyes bright with mischief; oh he was going to have so much fun shopping for the little girls, and he was sure that M’dox would enjoy the trip too! His friend seemed to really enjoy shopping, though sometimes T’bia caught the way he seemed to faulter – T’bia knew that expression well; it was when everything started clashing… thoughts and feelings and beliefs and… T’bia turned to look at M’dox, and smiled softly.
Honestly, T’bia might not have processed the word ‘boyfriend’ if he hadn’t been looking at M’dox at the time, or seen the way the brownrider seemed to freeze up and panic for a moment. T’bia himself waged an internal war for a moment, before giving in to the need and pressing a gentle kiss to M’dox’s cheek. That wasn’t too much for his friend was it? He didn’t want to make M’dox uncomfortable with his public displays because he knew M’dox was worried about… well, he wasn’t sure? T’bia knew no one would care. Sure, there were some bullies around that would make snide remarks if they were in the mood, but T’bia couldn’t have dreamed up the reason M’dox was truly uncomfortable with the displays.
When M’dox crept a bit closer, T’bia shifted them slightly, drawing M’dox in front of him and wrapping his arms gently around the brownrider’s waist, and resting his chin gently on M’dox’s shoulder. Their height difference wasn’t great, but T’bia found it to be a comfortable way to stand and he smiled gently before whispering quietly, when Rhaedalyn was busy scanning for someone in the crowd. “I love you,” T’bia breathed, giving M’dox a gentle squeeze before loosening his grip; he didn’t want M’dox to feel trapped. T’bia hated feeling trapped, so he’d never want to do that to someone he loved as dearly as M’dox.
T’bia offered a shy smile to the girl that joined them, looking curiously at himself and M’dox as she came to a stop close beside Rhaedalyn. “Morning,” T’bia said shyly, spending a lot more time looking down at the ground than at the teenager, fiddling anxiously with a stray thread on the hem of M’dox’s shirt.
Honestly, T’bia might not have processed the word ‘boyfriend’ if he hadn’t been looking at M’dox at the time, or seen the way the brownrider seemed to freeze up and panic for a moment. T’bia himself waged an internal war for a moment, before giving in to the need and pressing a gentle kiss to M’dox’s cheek. That wasn’t too much for his friend was it? He didn’t want to make M’dox uncomfortable with his public displays because he knew M’dox was worried about… well, he wasn’t sure? T’bia knew no one would care. Sure, there were some bullies around that would make snide remarks if they were in the mood, but T’bia couldn’t have dreamed up the reason M’dox was truly uncomfortable with the displays.
When M’dox crept a bit closer, T’bia shifted them slightly, drawing M’dox in front of him and wrapping his arms gently around the brownrider’s waist, and resting his chin gently on M’dox’s shoulder. Their height difference wasn’t great, but T’bia found it to be a comfortable way to stand and he smiled gently before whispering quietly, when Rhaedalyn was busy scanning for someone in the crowd. “I love you,” T’bia breathed, giving M’dox a gentle squeeze before loosening his grip; he didn’t want M’dox to feel trapped. T’bia hated feeling trapped, so he’d never want to do that to someone he loved as dearly as M’dox.
T’bia offered a shy smile to the girl that joined them, looking curiously at himself and M’dox as she came to a stop close beside Rhaedalyn. “Morning,” T’bia said shyly, spending a lot more time looking down at the ground than at the teenager, fiddling anxiously with a stray thread on the hem of M’dox’s shirt.
