Rise and Shine

Writers: Iluva, Sia
Date Posted: 16th May 2026

Characters: T'mhas, M'thos, Tamerel
Description: T'mhas and M'thos' alone time gets interrupted
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 23 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Chioneth, Varethos, M’rhas, H’lem

T'mhas

M'thos

T’mhas woke earlier than usual. He didn’t open his eyes, but a flash of the cold pre-dawn darkness through Ghraisath's tired ones told him this was the exact right place to stay. For a moment he let himself linger there, taking in the air on bronze hide, the contentment of having his wing curled protectively around the green at his side.

}:Not yet.:{ The bronze’s voice assured him, quiet but sure. It had been carrying that faintly possessive thread for days.

Then his lids shuttered again, the tension folding back into sleep. Tam honestly wasn’t sure if his bronze had meant the reassurance for him, or for Fianwyth or himself. Or maybe even for his rivals, even just the ones circling in his dragon’s thoughts.

Tam eased into the pillow with a sigh. A few days yet. Enough time to let the dread and the restlessness wrestle inside him.

Sometimes just the thought of her flight froze his chest tight; other times it left him aching and impatient, as wound-up as his bronze.

Nearly a month had passed since Chioneth’s Weyrlings had graduated, but the mornings of emergencies and wake-up calls and inspections didn’t feel all that far until T’mhas felt the warm press of M'thos still beside him. Everything else was far away now. What mattered was the here and now, the quiet warmth of their weyr. His arm slipped instinctively around M’thos’ waist, drawing him close again. No drills yet, no duties pressing in at this hour. No children stirring -- save for the six turn old still snoring like a watchwher in the other room.

Here was a moment, an opportunity. A break.

T’mhas started by pressing two slow kisses to M’thos’ neck, a huge hewn palm skimming over the familiar plane of his mate’s stomach and chest. “Merry,” he murmured encouragingly, lips against his ear, “wake up.”

M'thos groaned in sleepy, half-aware protest. It was chilly out of the covers and Fianwyth's impending Flight only made him want to bury deeper into the piles of furs and pillows. Still, he leaned back into the warm, sturdy body, and enjoyed the touch.

"The sun isn't up." He murmured.

“Not yet,” T'mhas whispered, grinning into his blond hair. His lips found the crook of M’thos’ neck again, slower this time, a little more insistent. “Got something better.” His arm tightened, their breathing falling into the easy, shared rhythm where sleep would fade or follow.

Then his other hand drifted lower, warm palm and deliberate, making his meaning clear-- and then explicit.

Until--

Two blue eyes bright enough to gleam in the dark appeared by the side of the bed.

“Go away, we’re sleeping,” T’mhas groaned, forehead dropping to Merry’s shoulder. M'thos closed his eyes and made a loud, obviously fake snoring noise, making the boy giggle.

“No, you’re not.” Tamerel’s tone was matter-of-fact, full of the supreme certainty of a weyrbrat who knew exactly what he’d walked in on, and climbed up onto the bed anyway. “You’re having sex.”

T’mhas made a noise caught halfway between exasperation and laughter.

"For Faranth's sake, Tamerel!" M'thos exclaimed.

"Fianwyth is bright green." Tamerel said in the same know-it-all tone. "And she's being all cuddly. I know what grown-ups do when that happens."

"You do, do you?" M'thos said. He reached out and grabbed Tamerel before he could react, pulling him into a tight hug. "Well, you are going to tell _us_ what you know before we hear about it from the harpers. Why don't you go wake the dragons, and we'll start breakfast?"

“Oh. Okay!” Tamerel dashed out of the room. “Coming Ghraisath!”

There was silence for a beat, then M'thos pushed the covers away and reached for his pajamas. "Well. That is a note home waiting to happen."

T'mhas rolled onto his back, chuckling hard as he stretched his shoulders out. “Guess it’s time we started using that lock on the door again.” He lay there a moment, letting his veins cool. Then, a rather lazy smile appeared. “At least he didn’t pull a Vare and try to crawl in with us ‘cause it’s _cold_’.”

"Small tubers. You're forgetting that Varethos learned to pick the lock." M'thos said with a laugh. He grabbed a pillow and gently smacked T'mhas with it as he rose. "M'rhas used to just have a tantrum when it was locked. You think Tamerel's going to respect the lock?"

“Is it too much to hope he’d be like Lem and just take the hint?” T’mhas sighed, voice still muffled in the pillow. He tossed it aside and made a grab for M’thos’ hand, pulling him back in for a quick kiss before swinging his legs out of bed, too.

M'thos leaned back long enough to return the kiss. "When did you know any of your children to 'take a hint'?"

“Well, maybe the third time’s the charm.” For once T’mhas’ grin was rueful rather than smug. He shoved on the nearest clothes and was headed to the kitchen before his shirt was all the way on-- then stopped dead.

Tamerel was sitting in the middle of the floor with a glass of juice, staring up at him.

“I’m so hungry.” T’mhas looked around the room with an air of grave urgency. “Hrm. Guess I’m just gonna have to eat _you_.”

Tamerel made a face and poked his father’s stomach.

T'mhas grabbed him. He gathered the now flailing child in his arms with the same effortless ease as a pillow, hauled him high over his head before the kid could get his first proper scream out, then bent his arms and proceeded to make violently gruesome noises into Tamerel’s belly. Tamerel, immobilised and partly drowned out, screamed even louder.

“Delicious. Merry, come have some.”

M’thos snorted a laugh despite himself as he stepped into the space, fastening the tie of his pajamas while Tamerel shrieked in outrage and delight overhead. “I think that one’s all gristle,” he informed T’mhas dryly. “Not worth the effort. How about toast and eggs instead?”

Last updated on the June 4th 2026

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