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15.Oct.18, 09:30 AM
If he had voiced it, N’mor would have told Z’rin that he understood his fear. Not because N’mor was actually going to wake up one day and wander off due to the bluerider’s injury, but because he had been in the very same situation when he was younger; that T’ryn had assisted so much not only with N’mor in general, but with both their growing dragons. B’jin had been no shortage of help, either, and N’mor knew even R’nd had stepped in and helped when he could. The overall experiences were no doubt different, but the end result was the same: the never-ending gratitude for the help, and the fear that not only would it stop, but that it would be the driving force in scattering those that were helping.
Since Z’rin didn’t bring it up, however, it didn’t really cross N’mor’s mind; granted, part of his reason for helping had been because he would have felt like a major jerk if he’d ditched the bluerider, but like each of the previous times he’d hung around Z’rin to avoid being a jerk, N’mor found he quickly adjusted to hanging around Z’rin because he enjoyed spending time with the bluerider – even if his leg was a giant pain in the butt in that damned cast! – and while he still had a great deal of trouble admitting it, especially to himself, the bluerider was (and had) very quickly wormed his way under N’mor’s skin and settled down comfortably. Bastard.
N’mor laughed softly at Z’rin’s query, and shook his head. “No, and you know it,” he teased, pressing a kiss against the side of Z’rin’s lips and moving away just slightly so there was a productive space between them. “C’mon,” he said lightly, holding out his hand to help the bluerider maintain balance. “If we get this done we can actually enjoy ourselves,” and not feel guilty or risk getting growled at by grumpy arse Healers! N’mor (having actually listened to the Healer) had some idea that if Z’rin didn’t take his exercises and strengthening stuff seriously, he could end up keeping his limp, if not worse case scenarios like constant pain or rebreaking easily; that’s what they were told, anyway, and N’mor was going to err on the side of caution.
Expression gentle, N’mor alternated between being stern and pushing Z’rin to finish what he started, and being a one-man cheer squad as he encouraged the bluerider and made sure he knew that N’mor knew he was putting effort into the exercises. Remembering from his own experiences with his arm (even if they were different) he knew the encouragement was as needed as the stern stubbornness. Thankfully, N’mor was actually really good at both of those things, and while he didn’t let Z’rin get away with cheap effort, he was generous with rewarding kisses, touches and words.
When the appropriate exercises had been endured, N’mor grinned at Z’rin brightly; the poor bluerider looked like he was… N’mor wasn’t sure which emotion was strongest right then. Probably relief that it was over – for today, anyway. Laughing softly when Z’rin’s face seemed to echo that same thought, N’mor slid through the water until their bodies were pressed together, arm snaking around Z’rin’s neck so he could pull the bluerider’s head down and steal his lips in a kiss. When his lover responded, N’mor deepened it, humming his pleasure against delicious lips; he was completely oblivious to the way the two greenriders had paused in their dressing to watch the pair with amusement, before beating a hasty retreat.
Since Z’rin didn’t bring it up, however, it didn’t really cross N’mor’s mind; granted, part of his reason for helping had been because he would have felt like a major jerk if he’d ditched the bluerider, but like each of the previous times he’d hung around Z’rin to avoid being a jerk, N’mor found he quickly adjusted to hanging around Z’rin because he enjoyed spending time with the bluerider – even if his leg was a giant pain in the butt in that damned cast! – and while he still had a great deal of trouble admitting it, especially to himself, the bluerider was (and had) very quickly wormed his way under N’mor’s skin and settled down comfortably. Bastard.
N’mor laughed softly at Z’rin’s query, and shook his head. “No, and you know it,” he teased, pressing a kiss against the side of Z’rin’s lips and moving away just slightly so there was a productive space between them. “C’mon,” he said lightly, holding out his hand to help the bluerider maintain balance. “If we get this done we can actually enjoy ourselves,” and not feel guilty or risk getting growled at by grumpy arse Healers! N’mor (having actually listened to the Healer) had some idea that if Z’rin didn’t take his exercises and strengthening stuff seriously, he could end up keeping his limp, if not worse case scenarios like constant pain or rebreaking easily; that’s what they were told, anyway, and N’mor was going to err on the side of caution.
Expression gentle, N’mor alternated between being stern and pushing Z’rin to finish what he started, and being a one-man cheer squad as he encouraged the bluerider and made sure he knew that N’mor knew he was putting effort into the exercises. Remembering from his own experiences with his arm (even if they were different) he knew the encouragement was as needed as the stern stubbornness. Thankfully, N’mor was actually really good at both of those things, and while he didn’t let Z’rin get away with cheap effort, he was generous with rewarding kisses, touches and words.
When the appropriate exercises had been endured, N’mor grinned at Z’rin brightly; the poor bluerider looked like he was… N’mor wasn’t sure which emotion was strongest right then. Probably relief that it was over – for today, anyway. Laughing softly when Z’rin’s face seemed to echo that same thought, N’mor slid through the water until their bodies were pressed together, arm snaking around Z’rin’s neck so he could pull the bluerider’s head down and steal his lips in a kiss. When his lover responded, N’mor deepened it, humming his pleasure against delicious lips; he was completely oblivious to the way the two greenriders had paused in their dressing to watch the pair with amusement, before beating a hasty retreat.
