16.Jun.18, 09:06 AM
N’mor glanced at the hand that was on his knee, but didn’t do more than that. The gentle pressure was reassuring and somewhat grounding. He continued to fidget with the stem of his wineglass, a frown furrowing his brow. The relief that washed over him when R’nd said he didn’t hate him wasn’t at all subtle, and he stared up at the bluerider with wide, tearful eyes. N’mor didn’t think he’d ever cried so much in all his Turns combined, as he had in the past what… twelve hours? Ish?
An uncertain frown took over his features as R’nd said they’d go over everything that was remembered, and N’mor twisted his lips slightly. He was pretty sure R’nd didn’t mean everything, and even if he did, he was not getting those kind of details. That was just nasty! N’mor almost smiled, before R’nd narrowed in on a specific question, and N’mor’s features flattened. Eyes darkening with hurt, N’mor shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know.” He said, honestly. What had been said before they fought? N’mor frowned, staring down into the top of his wineglass.
“He said he’d worry about it tomorrow?” N’mor said, frowning as he had Rhezalth help him fish up the memories. He knew where they were, and didn’t have trouble finding them, but his dragon helped him focus on individual parts specifically and filter out the crap that wasn’t important. “He said I was a perfect bronzerider,” N’mor said, scoffing slightly. He was so far from perfect, though he certainly tried. It was important to strive for perfection, but he knew he’d never actually be perfect – he had a missing arm for fuck’s sake! “He said he was going to stay the night, but he wasn’t going to pick me.” N’mor said, heart breaking all over again.
N’mor looked up at R’nd desperately. “I told him it was different! I already have a fuck-buddy! He’s special. Why would he do that?” He had enough presence of mind to place the glass on the floor before he dropped it, wrapping his arm around his head and leaning forward as he gave in to the heartbreak again, crying softly.
An uncertain frown took over his features as R’nd said they’d go over everything that was remembered, and N’mor twisted his lips slightly. He was pretty sure R’nd didn’t mean everything, and even if he did, he was not getting those kind of details. That was just nasty! N’mor almost smiled, before R’nd narrowed in on a specific question, and N’mor’s features flattened. Eyes darkening with hurt, N’mor shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know.” He said, honestly. What had been said before they fought? N’mor frowned, staring down into the top of his wineglass.
“He said he’d worry about it tomorrow?” N’mor said, frowning as he had Rhezalth help him fish up the memories. He knew where they were, and didn’t have trouble finding them, but his dragon helped him focus on individual parts specifically and filter out the crap that wasn’t important. “He said I was a perfect bronzerider,” N’mor said, scoffing slightly. He was so far from perfect, though he certainly tried. It was important to strive for perfection, but he knew he’d never actually be perfect – he had a missing arm for fuck’s sake! “He said he was going to stay the night, but he wasn’t going to pick me.” N’mor said, heart breaking all over again.
N’mor looked up at R’nd desperately. “I told him it was different! I already have a fuck-buddy! He’s special. Why would he do that?” He had enough presence of mind to place the glass on the floor before he dropped it, wrapping his arm around his head and leaning forward as he gave in to the heartbreak again, crying softly.