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[G] [C] 739.09.04 | Cupid's Arrow
9pm | N'mor, T'ryn

Mylorah
of Gold Amagrith

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Written By: SunsetWay
#1
Mylorah paced up and down the hall that led to N’mor’s weyr. She had practically rushed to his door when she found the piece of paper on T’ryn’s mess of a desk when she had been searching for a blank scrap to send a message to a friend in Telgar. She didn’t mean to read it; well, not all of it. Well, not until names kept catching her eye and key words that marked some sort of confession. Did her brother fancy someone? The answer was yes, yes he did. It didn’t seem like a new crush, though. It actually looked more like an apology than a love confession. Guilt saw her shoving it back in the pile and she quickly moved away from the desk all together before T’ryn returned to the room.

But during the rest of their visit, she kept thinking about what she read, despite the numerous times she chided herself for invading her brother’s privacy. She would have let it go entirely, if not for the way things were phrased. It sounded like he had written it shortly after breaking up with Casa and then never sent it. Had he chickened out? That wasn’t like T’ryn at all! Actually, yes it was. If people knew anything about the R’nd Kids, they knew they all had daddy issues and confidence issues. T’ryn probably feared being rejected all over again and decided not to risk it. He’d rather be miserable than utterly destroyed for what she suspected would be a third time. He took the break up with Casa and fight with N’mor hard and the poor kid needed something to boost him back up.

The fact that he had kept the letter gave Mylorah hope that T’ryn still debated sending it to N’mor. Then again, it was probably just lost in the mess. He was so clever and could organise wings for the fires –something he had confided to her; M’ris had used his drawn up ideas and Mylorah hadn’t seen him that happy and proud in a long time—but his actual organizational skills sucked. A lot. Everyone teased her about being absent-minded at times but at least she, usually, knew where everything was!

So when he was busy getting them another drink, Mylorah had quickly grabbed the letter, folded it, and shoved it into a pocket. He might kill her later, especially if everything went to hell, but she was too confident that the power of friendship –and love-- would have N’mor react positively.

She stopped pacing in front of the door. It was time to stop doubting herself yet again and just deliver it. And that’s all she would do. Staying to see his reaction wouldn’t be right. What if he was disgusted or angry? Worse, what if he put on a show for her one way or the other and she left thinking he was happy when he was going to yell at T’ryn? Maybe she should wait anyway. Stop him if he was upset. Tell him to cool down before saying something he didn’t mean.

Maybe she shouldn’t meddle more than she was already doing because she had just knocked and it was too late to turn back now. Then again, she could say she missed him, steal a hug, and leave. He’d believe that.

No, he was getting the letter, and she knew she was right to do this. Those two were meant to be together, even if only as best friends. They just needed a little nudge from their big sister—and she smiled as she included N’mor as one of her brothers. Her crush on him was long over and while she still teased him sometimes, she really did see him more as family.

“Hi, N’mor!” She greeted, chipper as always with all traces of fear gone. “I found something T’ryn obviously forgot to give to you. You know how messy he can be.” She gave a little hand wave as if that helped explain everything before handing over the folded piece of paper.

“I know this breaks your heart, but I can’t stay. I’ll catch up with you later, though!” She blew him a kiss and skipped down the hall until she was out of sight.

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N'mor
of Bronze Rhezalth

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Written By: ThistleProse
#2
N’mor blinked, moving out of his bedroom to peer around the doorway at the entrance to his home, a frown between his eyebrows. It wasn’t until an amused Rhezalth confirmed that someone had knocked on his door that N’mor finally moved, slipping back into his room to pull a shirt on over his damp head; the bronzerider had only just gotten out of the bath, and he certainly hadn’t been expecting any guests! Since he was pretty sure Z’rin wasn’t actually able to get up to his weyr, what with his broken leg, N’mor wasn’t sure who it might be. Certainly, it wasn’t someone with a dragon, since most of his friends and acquaintances with such transportation just let themselves in.

Content that he was at least dressed enough to tell whomever it was to go away, N’mor padded on bare feet across his weyr and opened the door with a slight frown once more upon his face. Seeing Mylorah on the other side of the wood caused N’mor to pause, trying to decide exactly how to react. He ended up just staring at her blankly, completely confounded. He hadn’t spoken to T’ryn in… his stomach clenched unhappily as he realised it had been months, a fact proven by Bedith’s clutching earlier – his father had sent Shimmer over with the news. Not only had his dragon fathered a massive clutch, but a gold! N’mor was mildly jealous, but he had also had to work very hard not to seek out his friend and congratulate him. He had sent such words along via Rhezalth to Syrendryth though.

“Mylorah.” He greeted, getting out her name before her second splurge of words. N’mor gave her a slightly bemused, worried look as the girl turned around and skipped off, not even realising he was holding the piece of paper in his hand until he’d stepped back into his weyr and was moving to close the door. “Huh.”

“Any idea what this is?” N’mor asked his dragon, speaking lowly and out loud more out of habit than anything else. Nope. The bronze gave a mental shrug and returned to cleaning his claws as N’mor snorted and set the piece of paper down on the table and went to pick up the towel he’d tossed on his bed when Mylorah knocked on the door. By the time N’mor had put the towel away, ordered his bedroom up, and was about to go to bed, he’d forgotten about the piece of paper. It was Rhezalth who reminded him of it, and for a moment, N’mor considered just leaving it until morning – after all, if T’ryn had forgotten it and Mylorah had found it, it couldn’t be that important… then again, it was T’ryn and Mylorah. He’d probably lost it and she was probably snooping.

In the end, it was that thought that sparked up N’mor’s curiosity, and he slipped out of bed and padded across the room again, picking up the piece of paper and making his way back to his bedroom where the glows were still lighting up the room. Sitting back down on the bed, N’mor pulled his legs up and crossed them, frowning at the folded paper. It took him several moments before he finally unfolded it, half expecting to see … he didn’t know what. A letter wasn’t really at the top of the list, though, and N’mor glanced over it before going back to the top and reading it slowly. Then he read it again.

Putting the letter down, N’mor took a deep breath, and breathed it out slowly. Fuck! All he got from Rhezalth was a sleepy rumble, which didn’t help N’mor with his rapid and unsteady thoughts and emotions. Throwing himself off the bed, letter crumpled in one hand, N’mor strode out of his room and down the halls to T’ryn’s; it didn’t occur to him that N’mor might not be home. When he reached the door, N’mor didn’t bother to knock, he just walked in. T’ryn had clearly been in bed, possibly asleep, judging by the completely confounded look and his mussed-up hair.

Neither pausing, nor giving T’ryn time to talk, N’mor strode towards his fellow bronzerider and wrapped his arm around T’ryn’s neck, pulling their bodies flush and stealing his lips in a kiss.

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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#3
T’ryn was well and truly tired by the time his sister left. Mylorah could be a bundle of energy that was hard to keep up with on a good day but this day had been spent seeing Syrendryth’s clutch and all the excitement that brought. Then he paid a visit to R’nd and B’jin which was just as energy-sucking as time with Mylorah. When he finally shooed her out the door, it was rather easy to strip and fall right into bed.

Sadly, sleep wasn’t something he was meant to have as he laid in bed staring at the ceiling, going over the new events in his life. Bedith seemed to like Syrendryth well enough so maybe they should visit Telgar more regularly until the Hatching. Bedith was probably lonely on the Sands and T’ryn felt a bit bad that he hadn’t thought of that until now. Did he already mention the idea to the gold pair that morning? It felt so long ago and he had been overwhelmed with emotions that he wondered if he promised anything else.

Grumbling at his very obvious state of not sleeping, T’ryn finally got out of bed, tossing his pants back on as he went. Maybe he’d make a tea to sip on and relax with before trying to sleep again. Except that wasn’t meant to be either as suddenly someone was rushing through his door and T’ryn stared in shock as he realised who it was.

He didn’t even get the man’s name off his tongue before he was pulled into a kiss. He instantly tensed, not sure what was going on. Was it a trick? Was he hallucinating? Did he actually fall asleep and he was now having a very vivid dream? Whatever it was, T’ryn was quickly melting under N’mor’s touch as he wrapped his arms around his friend – former friend that liked to kiss? – and returned the kiss with just as much enthusiasm as was being given to him.

He wasn’t sure how he reached the conclusion or why he was still even thinking, but T’ryn knew this was real and not a trick of the mind. Whether or not it was a trick being played on him by N’mor, remained to be seen. Which was something he should do now then wait until he ended up starring in another disaster.

Somehow he convinced himself to pull away from N’mor, taking several steps back as he embarrassingly panted and stared. How could one kiss steal his breath like that? It had to be because he’d been startled, right? Not at all anything to do with the person associated with that kiss, right? “I hope that isn’t the new custom for congratulating someone on a clutch. I’d never survive the first day.” He tried for a smile and a laugh but neither held thanks to being far too confused over N’mor’s appearance.

“What are you doing here, Nem? Besides kissing me, I mean. But why are you kissing me?”

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N'mor
of Bronze Rhezalth

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Written By: ThistleProse
#4
N’mor didn’t like the way T’ryn broke off the kiss, even if he did need to breathe, or the way the other bronzerider put several paces between them. He had kissed him back, though? Had it been instinct and now he was regretting it? Biting his bottom lip, N’mor watched T’ryn carefully, hoping he wasn’t about to be punched in the face. The attempt at humour had N’mor’s lips twitch slightly, but little more as he sighed and shook his head, looking down at the ground as he composed himself; he was almost breathing properly again, at least.

Looking up, N’mor offered an explanation: “Your sister is a meddling snoop.” N’mor said, lips twisting in a mild, crooked smile of amusement, before his face sobered and he held up the letter T’ryn had written; the poor parchment was a little worse for wear after its adventures so far. “I am fairly sure she isn’t quite that good at imitating your handwriting...” Nonetheless, there was still a sudden flurry of discomfort that somehow Mylorah had made the whole thing up; never mind that the words were definitely both how T’ryn spoke, and the writing was clearly his friend’s. N’mor’s expression faltered for a moment, a brief display of his sudden worry, before he smoothed his features.

“You’re an idiot,” N’mor said, quite seriously, though his tone and expression clearly implied the words were aimed as much at himself as they were his friend. “I’m sorry, T. I--” he struggled for a moment to find the right words, and then let his shoulders slump with a sigh. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say. How had they so seriously misunderstood each other, when they could usually anticipate what the other was thinking? N’mor’s mouth twisted into what was ridiculously close to a childish pout. “I miss you, too.” Obviously, right? Z’rin had turned out to be great company, (even if they couldn’t screw presently) but he wasn’t T’ryn.

N’mor hesitated for a moment, and then took a cautious half step towards T’ryn, watching his face carefully.

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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#5
At the mention of his sister, T’ryn frowned, wondering what she had done this time and why it had led N’mor to kiss him. Oh. Oh no. His letter he had spewed all of his thoughts and feelings out in and then lost the nerve to do anything with was held out before him. She really was a meddling snoop. “I’m going to kill her. I mean it this time,” he grumbled under his breath, plotting the ways he’d torment Mylorah with before finally finishing her off. Even though he said he meant it, he knew he didn’t and her meddling did get them talking again, so he’d hold off on punishment. For now. He had to wait to see what came of the visit.

An apology and a confession of missing him too was a great start to the visit! Well, follow up to the kiss that started the visit, he decided, mentally tacking on a technicality to his statement. How nerdy was that? Regardless of how great it was and where it fell in the visit, T’ryn didn’t know what to say to it. Could they just pick up being friends again and pretend feelings weren’t there? N’mor’s small step towards him spooked him a bit and T’ryn found he had taken another step back and then glanced down at his bare feet, embarrassed at having done that.

He had a feeling N’mor wasn’t going to be content with friends with ignored feelings anymore and T’ryn wasn’t sure how he felt about that. They weren’t the only people that would be affected by this reunion after all, and he really hoped N’mor hadn’t already forgotten the bluerider. It wasn’t like N’mor had ever been discreet with his relationship with Z’rin since their night of horrible misunderstandings. N’mor likely didn’t realise, but T’ryn had stumbled upon them the second day of the fire fighting. Z’rin was asleep in the bed and N’mor asleep in a chair, watching over the bluerider. It reminded T’ryn of when he watched over N’mor sleeping through the loss of his arm and it showed T’ryn how much his friend cared for Z’rin.

“What about Z’rin?” He had to ask. He couldn’t handle the guilt that would come from being responsible for someone else’s heartache. He’d rather watch N’mor be happy with the other man, just like he had said in the letter. No one else needed to hurt from bad or impulsive decisions.



Nem,

I’m sorry.

It’s funny how those little words are meant to convey so much emotion and all the reasons running in my head but at the same time be so inadequate.

But I am sorry.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about that night and what you said. You were right. I’m a horrible person that wanted the sun and moons at the same time. I said I wanted more than I could have and I meant it. I wanted a perfect world where I could keep you both in some capacity without losing the other. I knew everything had changed that night and I knew one of you wouldn’t be happy with the outcome. I knew I had to talk to Casa about it and it worried me that you wouldn’t see it that way and be upset that I was choosing her. I really did like Casa and a small part of me wished I could keep you both in my heart but I suspected she wouldn’t be happy about me sleeping with you and I would lose her.

I was going to pick you no matter how she reacted to the news.

In truth, I picked you long ago.

I never believed you would want me in return. I felt Thread would return before I got that lucky. I befriended you so long ago because of your connection to R’nd. I wanted to be closer to him and see what kind of man my father was but it quickly turned into a genuine friendship that I longed for each day. Impressing together showed me that we were in everything together. The landslide showed me how important you were to me and that I couldn’t stand the idea of losing you. I could have escaped the room before we were trapped in but I couldn’t leave you behind. Even if the worst case scenario happened, I couldn’t leave you alone like that. With each passing year I knew how special you were and how important you were in my life.

Finding out you wanted me in return ranked right up there with Impressing to Syrendryth and R’nd wanting to be my dad.

But then I made you feel like a slut on the side and watched everything I wanted crash down around me, shattering at my feet. All because I couldn’t stand up for what I wanted and explain what I meant. I just left. Like a coward. Like I told Casa, you deserve someone better than that. Someone who will respect you and treat you better.

Casa and I aren’t together anymore due to other reasons. I never had to tell her we slept together when I found out I wasn’t the right match for her either.

I’m not writing this because I’m single. You were my first choice and I screwed it up so I don’t expect second chances or even what I’m about to ask for.

I miss you, Nem. You were my best friend that was with me through everything and knew me so well. I’d like my friend back if he doesn’t hate me. But my friend also deserves happiness, even if that’s not with me on any level. I’ll always want what’s best for you.

Forever yours,
T

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N'mor
of Bronze Rhezalth

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Written By: ThistleProse
#6
N’mor’s expression fell when T’ryn stepped away from him, when he moved forward, and he stopped without comment, shoulders drooping sadly. Maybe he really hadn’t meant to kiss him back, even though at the time it felt like he really wanted to? N’mor shuffled uncomfortably, his own gaze dropped to his own bare feet. Should he leave? Was that what T’ryn wanted him to do? He certainly wasn’t inviting him to stay. He should leave; obviously he’d misunderstood whatever he’d thought T’ryn was feeling because of how he chose to read the letter…

The young bronzerider was trying to find the courage to leave when T’ryn spoke, and his head lifted up, blinking and tilting it slightly to one side as he frowned at T’ryn. N’mor shifted uncomfortably again, biting his bottom lip and looking at the ground. “He’s… not you.” N’mor said softly, voice barely above a whisper and he glanced up, giving his head a slight flick to remove the hair from his face. “He’ll understand,” he added, relieved that even as he said the words, he actually believed them. Z’rin was a good guy, and an excellent bed-mate, but they had never been serious. “I won’t abandon him,” he added, scowling at T’ryn like his friend had suggested such a thing. “I just… wouldn’t sleep with him anymore.”

He did pause thoughtfully at the end there, wondering if that would be as easy as he made it sound. The pair of them had great chemistry, though it was somewhat on hold due to Z’rin’s injuries, they had found less active ways to enjoy themselves together. Granted, the bluerider’s injuries had also let them go from pure booty calls to actually developing a friendship, and N’mor found he was enjoying the bluerider’s company quite a lot. He truly didn’t think Z’rin would cut him out of his life just because they wouldn’t be screwing any more, and he didn’t think the other man was invested in him more than as a friend. Hopefully.

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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#7
“I’m glad he’s not me because then I don’t know who I would be,” T’ryn grinned, replying with a quick quip like they were still best friends that hadn’t discovered sex and emotions they didn’t fully understand. It felt good, natural, and T’ryn wanted more of it. This is what he missed so much. Interacting with N’mor always brightened his day and never felt like a chore. Of course more of that kiss he was given would be nice and so would being intimate whenever they wanted, but he knew he’d be fine without it. N’mor was what he missed, not the sex. He had ignored his feelings for so long, surely he could bury them again for a while longer so someone else could be happy.

“Nem… you can still sleep with him,” and he’d only be slightly jealous, T’ryn thought. He had screwed up his chance to be with N’mor and while his fellow bronzerider was clearly offering him a second chance to have him, T’ryn didn’t know if he could accept. Even if a bluerider wasn’t a part of the equation, he felt like he wasn’t ready to try again. Casa had hurt him just as much as the fight with N’mor had. He didn’t think N’mor would sleep with everyone behind his back or make him feel like he wasn’t good enough but those were his issues to work through before trusting himself with someone again. If he couldn’t believe in himself enough, how would he be able to cherish the other person as much as they deserved?

“I meant it, you know. I want you happy and you are with him. I’ve seen it. And if there’s still sexual attraction, I don’t want to get in the way of that either.” He sighed and ran fingers through his hair again, knowing he was only making the bed head crazier each time he did. Maybe he’d start a new fashion trend. “Don’t give up on him yet, Nem, or one day you might start with the ‘what ifs’ and I’ve been playing that game for three months and it sucks. You can’t win it and you know how much I like puzzles.”

This time, he was the one to close the gap with quick steps putting him just in front of N’mor before the other man could pull his stunt of backing away. T’ryn held N’mor’s hand between his and placed it –and the poor crumbled letter – to his chest, or his heart as he smiled. “I’m not going anywhere. I told you ‘forever yours’ and I meant that, too. I know what it’s like to have the heart start opening up to two and I can wait. I promise.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he spoke the truth. N’mor’s happiness was important and he’d never make the man choose, even though he kind of already did. But T’ryn didn’t want him to rush into it and felt rather proud of himself for putting the needs of others before his own.

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N'mor
of Bronze Rhezalth

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Written By: ThistleProse
#8
N’mor gave his friend a dry look at the quip, one corner of his lips twitching but otherwise managing not to react to the humour. Not that he didn’t appreciate it, he truly did and really, until that moment he hadn’t realised exactly how starved he had been for interaction with his best friend. Shaking his head slightly in amusement, N’mor gave in and let a small smile claim his lips for a moment, though it gave way to a frown when T’ryn spoke again, and N’mor pursed his lips.

“Your permission is appreciated,” N’mor drawled, realising by the way T’ryn had spoke that he had turned down the unspoken invitation to get together. Honestly, that hurt – a lot – and N’mor’s expression hardened into a neutral state, lips pursed as he watched T’ryn as his fellow bronzerider continued to babble, wondering if he was trying to convince himself, or N’mor of what he was saying. Did it matter? Probably not; T’ryn wasn’t a pushover and N’mor respected him too much as a rule (though not quite int hat moment) to push him into something he was obviously talking himself out of. Well fine. Whatever.

When T’ryn came towards him and took his hand, N’mor’s frown deepened and he scowled at T’ryn, especially when he started babbling. N’mor licked his lips, expression still irritated. “You’ll be waiting a long time,” he grumbled. He’d made two plays for his best friend, and been turned away both times. He wasn’t going to do it again, because fuck it, a guy could only handle so much hurt and rejection! At least this time it was clearly just a sexual relationship being turned away, and not their friendship. Nevertheless, N’mor snorted and took his hand back. “Fine,” he stated, though he was clearly not thrilled with the turn of events. “Friends?” Pale eyes shifted to meet T’ryn’s solidly, refusing to let his friend look away until he got a response.

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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

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17.04.722, 22
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6'1
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Blonde, shorter

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Written By: SunsetWay
#9
T'ryn cringed when he realised he had said the wrong thing. Again. What else was new? In his efforts to make everyone happy and avoid Z'rin from getting dumped because of him or making sure N'mor didn't regret his decision in a day or a month, he had overlooked the possibility that N'mor would hurt now because he had been rejected. He flinched when the rejection was tossed back in his face and nodded at the acceptance that he had screwed up and likely lost any chance with N'mor in the future. It's what he deserved.

Truthfully, he felt N'mor would be better off with him as only a friend anyway. T'ryn knew he was broken in some way and feared N'mor figuring that out. Casa hadn't been happy with him and ended up with strangers in a storage room to get what she wanted. He still didn't believe her when she said he was too good for her. He wasn't good enough for her! He wouldn't be good enough for N'mor either. He'd already proven that the night they fought. He was afraid that getting into a serious relationship would highlight his faults and ruin the friendship that they originally had. It was still weird to see Casa, after all. He really enjoyed her company and the chats they had before a kiss changed everything and started to make them awkward around each other. He was still getting over how it still sometimes hurt to know she was sleeping with pretty much everyone and getting what she needed from them when he couldn't provide it but he was almost to the point where he could spend more than ten minutes around her without hating himself and excusing himself from their conversation.

He decided he blamed sex for all of his issues. The Flight had made him awkward around Mulrissa but he felt he did well that morning visiting her on the Sands so that was a shimmering beacon of hope. But sex with N'mor had led to a massive fight. Sex with Casa had led to them breaking up. He'd rather just have his friends and never have sex again at this point. Which made him even more broken than he thought! He was a teenage weyrbred male with R'nd as his dad! He was pathetic. Maybe he should just swing to the other end of the spectrum and just sleep with everyone as well. No emotional attachments, just sex. But he knew he couldn't do that either.

"Friends," he finally whispered, well aware that his eyes were starting to water and not sure whether it was due to happiness at what he was getting back or sadness at what he let slip away a second time. He knew he could have changed his mind and kept N'mor for his own with only a single sentence but fear stayed his tongue. It didn't stay his arms from pulling N'mor in for a hug and holding on tight, though. He should better explain what he was feeling but it would likely come out a mess that wasn't understood either or he'd earn pity for it and he didn't want that either. It was better to leave things how they were now that he had his best friend back. Intimacy wasn't needed for what they had and he knew, thanks to Mylorah's comments over the years, that mated couples wished they had what he had with N'mor.

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N'mor
of Bronze Rhezalth

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19.03.722, 23
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Written By: ThistleProse
#10
N’mor was starting to doubt T’ryn would ever reply to his question, causing a spike of anxiety as he waited, resisting the urge to fidget by pure determination. Maybe he didn’t even want to be friends anymore? Had he mis-read the letter that badly? Despite his ability to withhold fidgeting, N’mor couldn’t stop the flush that started to grow up his neck and onto his cheeks, feeling mortified and he closed his eyes, breathing out slowly, when T’ryn finally answered. Pale eyes flashed open and he gave a soft gasp when he found his fellow bronzerider suddenly hugging him.

No thought was needed as N’mor wrapped his arm tightly around T’ryn, pressing his face into the crook of T’ryn’s neck and breathing in the warm, familiar scent. Even before they slept together, N’mor would have recognised the scent of his friend, so often had they spent time together, and hugging was hardly something they never did. He didn’t realise he was crying until he sniffled, startling himself. He wasn’t embarrassed, though, especially since he could feel T’ryn’s tears against his own neck. Faranth they were a pair of idiotic babies! N’mor pulled back a little, giving his friend a watery, droll smile and resting their foreheads together, though slightly on the side, mostly so he would be less tempted to kiss him… again.

Sighing out a deep breath, N’mor pressed their cheeks together for a moment, before stepping gently out of the hug, his touch lingering just slightly. Lips tilted in his crooked smirk once more, N’mor studied T’ryn’s face for a few breaths. “I’ll let you go back to bed,” N’mor said dryly, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. “Though I will not see you for breakfast!” N’mor stuck his tongue out, having no desire at all to be up early enough for breakfast, after… whatever the time was presently. Of course, he would probably still rise at his usual early hour regardless. “Maybe lunch or dinner?” He left the question hanging before taking a couple of steps backwards. “Good night, T.” Disappointed as he was with the outcome, N’mor was well aware that it could have been a lot worse. Pale eyes bright with amusement, N’mor blew T’ryn a kiss and slipped out the door, closing it gently before making his way quietly back to his room.

Once back in his own weyr, N’mor carefully flattened the somewhat ruffled parchment that T’ryn’s letter was written on, and slid it in amongst his music sheets, knowing it would be safe there. Only then did he drag his feet to bed, and collapse on the mattress, dragging the bedding up over himself and swiftly falling asleep.

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