It had not escaped Bronzerider L'zar's notice that he, in fact, had the most beautiful man in the Weyr. No, in all of Pern. Gorgeous, handsome... the list went on and on. There were a thousand ways that he could describe his - dare he call him weyrmate? His D'mos. Staring down at that lovely face, he trailed fingertips gently across it. Yes, his D'mos was a pearl beyond price. He was the epitome of grace, strength, and masculine beauty.
And he was all L'zar's. By what fortune he had managed to capture the man's regard, he did not know. But he held onto it with everything that he had. For this man had been his only ambition in life, and would be his only ambition for as long as D'mos was in his life. Probably longer. "Wake up, beautiful. The world is less bright without you in it."
For his lovely D'mos had been injured in the most recent Threadfall, and he wanted to reassure him on several points. No one and nothing could compare to him. Therinth coiled protectively around Phaeth, who had also been hurt. It angered L'zar that anything would dare to try to mar that perfection. But every scar simply added to his beauty.
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