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 Posted: Mon May 10, 2021 3:24 pm
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The night before had been a blur of... of so many things that Aneirin couldn't totally absorb them. He was trying to, still wrapped up with and curled around Nemeryn. Nemeryn, who had been nothing more than a friend for as long as he could remember. Or so he'd always thought. Although he'd been told that firelizard flights could induce similar feelings to a dragon flight for the flits' owners, Aneirin had never had an experience quite like this one. Maybe it was because although Wave and Spot had had clutches before he'd never been in close proximity to Nem when the actual flights occurred. Maybe...
There were a lot of maybes. Somehow he'd ended up nestled against his best friend in a way that he never had before. If they'd cuddled up together in the past it had been - or so he'd thought - purely platonic. Innocent, in a way that little in Aneirin's life had been. He was trying not to breathe too hard in case it woke Nemeryn up. For it seemed likely that the moment Nem was awake the spell would be broken.
Dark red hair had nearly tangled up with his own white, the edges blurring until the distinction seemed less exact than it had before. Reaching out with hesitant fingers, he stroked the red locks that had gotten pinned beneath him and mingled with his own, certain that this, at least, might be safe. Surely it wouldn't wake the seemingly slumbering tower of a man beside him. He was only just coming to grips with the fact that Nem was, in very fact, a man... and not the boy of his memory. He was both curious and worried, unsure of how to address the new stirring of emotions. So, like a fool, he braided red and white together, pretending that he wasn't quite as intimidated as he felt.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2021 4:54 pm
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It'd been some time since he'd slept quite so soundly. It was the heavy sleep of someone without any worries whatsoever, and even the gentle sensation of someone touching his hair wasn't enough to fully rouse him. Still, even as content as he was, Nemeryn had never been the kind of person to sleep away the day. As he slowly roused, bits and pieces of the prior evening slowly began trickling back to him. It was strange to dream of something for so long and to have it finally come true. Even as he slowly opened his eyes, he wasn't convinced this wasn't all just in his head.
His eyes lingered on Aneirin's face for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth briefly. He was beautiful. Always had been, even when Nemeryn had been too young to understand what that meant. His gaze soon drifted to where their hair was intricately being braided together. He liked seeing it, though he likely wouldn't be able to properly vocalize his feelings.
"You been up a while?" He asked, reaching out to smooth some of that pale, silky hair out of the other's face. Part of him did it just as an excuse to touch him. He knew he was probably smiling like an idiot, but there was a warmth in his chest that kept expanding until he felt like his ribs would burst.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2021 8:24 pm
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Well. Running away was firmly out of the question, with Aneirin's hair braided so expertly with Nemeryn's. Blinking owlishly, still not quite able to absorb what had happened or what it meant to him, Aneirin ducked his head so that the wave of white hair once again obscured his face.
"Yes," he confessed. "I thought you were probably asleep." Was it fair to say that he'd hoped that Nemeryn was asleep? Well, he surely was not, and the ex-courtesan was beginning to think about... everything. There was so much of everything that it felt overwhelming. He...
He didn't normally feel like this. Not about anyone. Carefully not looking at Nemeryn because he knew exactly how little the other man was wearing, Aneirin continued with his self-assigned chore. Maybe it would be easier to talk to Nem this way. He was flushed, knew it, and hated just how obvious it probably was. He was a courtesan, for Faranth's sake. What was his problem, exactly?
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2021 3:28 pm
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"I was." Aneirin seemed... reserved, and Nemeryn carefully eased himself up on an elbow even as those long, pretty fingers continued to braid. It was hard to tell if something was wrong, or if it was in his head. Still, he thought the other man was taking care not to meet his eyes. He watched him for a moment, his expression unconsciously arranging itself into a frown as he considered his options for a moment.... and then bluntly went on the quickest path to obtain results.
"Did I mess up?" He hated even asking, but if there was a problem, he wanted to know. He'd fought off Wave's flight lust before, but Aneirin had been so responsive and then... well, and then they ended up here.
Nemeryn would never blame the former courtesan if he didn't want to sleep with anyone ever again. He naturally hoped that feelings would develop towards him... but if the cost was their friendship, then that was far too dear a price to pay.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2021 3:43 pm
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Abruptly glancing up at Nemeryn's question, Aneirin could not conceal how darkly flushed his cheeks were. "N-no! You didn't mess up. It's not that. It's not like that." Shards and shells, was he bound and determined to destroy everything that was good in his life? It was inescapable just how... very adult, very much a sensual being that Nem was now. Why had he seemed so... young... before? There hadn't truly been anything innocent about him, but somehow Aneirin had missed it.
Greatly daring, yet terrified even as he did so, the ex-courtesan twined his fingers with Nem's. He couldn't hold his gaze, however, and averted it again. Shardit. Was he a coward? The confusion that didn't seem to leave him whenever he caught those eyes... well, it was new. He'd never been so flustered by anyone in his entire life. Why did it have to start now?
"Did I mess up?" he asked softly, fighting against the instinctive desire to lash out at the thing making him so insecure. Aneirin had never been good at interpersonal relationships, which many of his masters had counted as his only flaw as a courtesan. Courtesans were supposed to be skilled at this. He wasn't. It showed.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2021 4:08 pm
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He let out a slow breath he didn't realize he'd been holding at the reassurances, something loosening in his chest. It wasn't often that he saw Aneirin flustered, the sight charming enough to pull a smile to his lips. He felt as though his own hand dwarfed the other's, but he offered a gentle, tender squeeze even though it made his pulse jump. Wryly, he wondered again if this all wasn't just a very happy dream.
"No." He said firmly, hesitated, then brought his free hand up to tentatively brush his thumb against one pale, pretty cheek. "Was dreamin' about this for a long time. Just... never knew how to go about it." Hardly a surprise, considering how unaware he could be of his own emotions. "Didn't want to come off like..." He grunted with irritation and twitched a shoulder in a shrug, unsure of how to phrase it.
The bottom line was, he never wanted to resemble the patrons Aneirin had been forced to endure for most of his life.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2021 4:20 pm
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A thousand competing thoughts darted through Aneirin's head in quick succession. Didn't want... ? "What didn't you want?" he asked, a flare of passion catching him off-guard. Suddenly finding himself staring up into Nemeryn's eyes, he felt he could get lost there. "Nem..." Wordlessly, he glanced from Nem's lips back up to his gaze once more, and couldn't help but remember everything they'd done the night before.
He did feel small by comparison to this gentle man, recalling all too readily how well they'd fit together. As though they'd always been meant for this, to be more than friends. Lover, perhaps? He'd never, ever had a lover, although he'd had many patrons in his time. "Were you really? Dreaming about this?" He wanted to ask why Nemeryn had never told him, but he suddenly felt shy. ... He hated feeling so... well, helpless.
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