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27.Feb.18, 06:19 AM
N’mor, his mind everywhere but ice-skating, was surprised when he realised they were slowing to a stop. He blinked, frowning slightly. Were they taking a break? He didn’t really need a break – he was missing an arm, not a lung – so he was frowning a bit more in irritation than anything else when he felt T’ryn’s grip shift, and he tilted his head, enjoying the weight of his friend’s hand on his waist as his fellow bronzerider shifted around to face him.
Unlike Z’rin, who was several inches taller than him, N’mor was both startled and pleased to realise he and T’ryn were of a height, and he smiled at his friend, doing his best to ignore the much more intimate positions they were in now. T’ryn was going to kill him, he just knew it! He felt a blush heating his cheeks, but was pleased to note that T’ryn was also red – clearly the exertion of skating was enough to heat one’s face and N’mor could live with that! He grinned, the expression cheerful, as he attempted to get himself gliding again, smile on his lips despite the furrowing of his eyebrows as he concentrated.
“Thanks!” He felt somewhat breathless himself, and wondered how people kept up skating for long periods of time. How did they keep fit when the ice was only around for part of the year? It was so different to running or swimming, which he did plenty of to keep in shape! He didn’t consider the fact that they were both breathless for the same reason – a reason that had nothing to do with skating, or at least, not specifically. T’ryn’s instruction to inform him when he was ready to skate alone had a flash of regret flicker through N’mor’s eyes, but he let it go without further thought and certainly without comment.
“In a moment,” he said, finding his comment perfectly timed to him hitting a bump in the ice and he stumbled, grabbing a fistful of T’ryn’s jacket as he very nearly face planted on his friend. He stared with wide eyes into the face he’d come so close to bumping into, and then he grinned, laughing breathlessly as he righted himself and forced himself out of what he decided to call ‘kissing distance’ without doing something he just knew he’d regret. He cautiously let go of T’ryn’s clothing, brushing it down with a couple of pats and he put a bit more of a respectable distance between them, resetting his hand on T’ryn’s waist.
“How do you avoid landing on your arse from the bumps?” He laughed, peering over T’ryn’s shoulder at the ice they were skating over. It wasn’t like he could see anything that screamed a bump was coming up, and certainly T’ryn wasn’t even looking in the direction he was going! He dropped his gaze to meet his friend’s eyes, head tilted slightly in curiosity.
Unlike Z’rin, who was several inches taller than him, N’mor was both startled and pleased to realise he and T’ryn were of a height, and he smiled at his friend, doing his best to ignore the much more intimate positions they were in now. T’ryn was going to kill him, he just knew it! He felt a blush heating his cheeks, but was pleased to note that T’ryn was also red – clearly the exertion of skating was enough to heat one’s face and N’mor could live with that! He grinned, the expression cheerful, as he attempted to get himself gliding again, smile on his lips despite the furrowing of his eyebrows as he concentrated.
“Thanks!” He felt somewhat breathless himself, and wondered how people kept up skating for long periods of time. How did they keep fit when the ice was only around for part of the year? It was so different to running or swimming, which he did plenty of to keep in shape! He didn’t consider the fact that they were both breathless for the same reason – a reason that had nothing to do with skating, or at least, not specifically. T’ryn’s instruction to inform him when he was ready to skate alone had a flash of regret flicker through N’mor’s eyes, but he let it go without further thought and certainly without comment.
“In a moment,” he said, finding his comment perfectly timed to him hitting a bump in the ice and he stumbled, grabbing a fistful of T’ryn’s jacket as he very nearly face planted on his friend. He stared with wide eyes into the face he’d come so close to bumping into, and then he grinned, laughing breathlessly as he righted himself and forced himself out of what he decided to call ‘kissing distance’ without doing something he just knew he’d regret. He cautiously let go of T’ryn’s clothing, brushing it down with a couple of pats and he put a bit more of a respectable distance between them, resetting his hand on T’ryn’s waist.
“How do you avoid landing on your arse from the bumps?” He laughed, peering over T’ryn’s shoulder at the ice they were skating over. It wasn’t like he could see anything that screamed a bump was coming up, and certainly T’ryn wasn’t even looking in the direction he was going! He dropped his gaze to meet his friend’s eyes, head tilted slightly in curiosity.
