a night to remember // teva & cal

a night to remember // teva & cal May 10, 2017 3:11:50 GMT -5

Post by Python on May 10, 2017 3:11:50 GMT -5

Teva didn’t get nervous.

The Seraphims’ lives were consumed by danger – gang shootings by night, healing wounds by day. Teva mugged innocent men by holding blades against their throats, whispering threats into quivering ears. If they resisted, he had a gun strapped to his belt. They didn’t always want to comply, and they didn’t always survive. It was part of the job. Whether they truly deserved it or not wasn’t always part of the question. This was their business, their wealth, their survival. This was the Seraphim lifestyle. They had hearts of steel, so there was no reason to be nervous.

Teva was fucking nervous.

Bullets whizzing past his ears were no issue. Dates? That was a brand new terrifying world that plagued his conscience two nights in a row. It had been weeks since he confessed his feelings to Calcifer on one of the worst nights of his life. He had kicked himself for the bad timing, but apparently Cal returned those feelings. It felt like a fucking miracle; he hadn’t been chasing fantasies in the dark after all. He felt giddy just thinking about it, but the focus could not be on himself. Cal still had to heal, and that was a long, painful process.

He planned something in the meantime, something he had always wanted. A date; simple, right? Yet he didn’t even have a blueprint of what the hell he wanted. What would Cal like? A romantic dinner? A stroll in the park? He ran the risk of being cheesy or fucking boring if he couldn’t pinpoint Cal’s tastes. In the subject of dating, Teva had no fucking clue what he was doing, and he had no idea what Cal’s romantic tastes were like.

His best ideas appeared like ghostly lightbulbs in the dark. It was always when he needed sleep that his mind couldn’t stop wandering. It conjured a compromise – something cute, probably romantic, and relaxing. Hopefully not cheesy or stupid; disappointing Cal had skyrocketed to one of his biggest fears, somewhere under dying. He could not fuck this up.

Teva worked alone this time. He was too stubborn to ask Tate or anyone else for help. They didn’t need to know that he and Cal were practically dating – not yet. It wasn’t official until the first date, right? Again, you don’t know shit about dating. He would make it a rule. Either way, the task was his own to finish. Cooking was completely out of the question, so he took the easier route with sandwiches, fruit, and semi-fancy desserts. Completely affordable and tasty.

The setup was awkward. He fumbled around in the dark with a flashlight until the clouds cleared out. The moonlight illuminated everything from there, so all he needed to do was prepare the blanket and sprint home to beat the time.

He was fucking early, of course.

He paced around his room. Cal had no idea he had arranged a date night. He was coming over after work for sure, but Teva hoped he was not too tired for a little something extra. Why not have a midnight snack and sit under the stars? It was a comfortable evening, warm winds and no frost in the air. A perfect balance between hot and cold, but he had packed extra blankets anyway.

After an hour of pacing, he crawled through his window and dropped to the ground. There was no reason to make Cal climb that goddamn tree. It was meant to be a relaxing night – just the two of them. No distractions.

His knife was on his belt, just in case.

He leaned against the tree and waited.

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a night to remember // teva & cal Aug 1, 2017 22:04:55 GMT -5

Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Aug 1, 2017 22:04:55 GMT -5

I didn't know where I'd put my head until I'd found it in his bed. When I shut my eyes on the stage in various states of undress, the warmth from the lights become the heat that Teva radiates, a sun on my cheeks.

I miss him now.

I took three weeks off after I was injured, afraid to come back here. Even now I shake a bit, my body still sore, still hurting. INside I almost feel nothing at all, three fingers of vodka numbing my senses. It didn't use to be that I drank every night at work, but things change like the weather. I didn't go to class with my black eye and the ring of bruises around my neck but I watched them fade softly into dull yellow hues in Teva's bathroom mirror.

I had three weeks of nothing else but him and I can't help thinking about how stupid I was to not notice it, the way that he looks at me like I'm the center of his universe. That makes me nervous. People always say that you shouldn't date your best friend because if you breka up then you're left with nothing.

I don't think I'm going to break up with Teva.

I don't plan to, a new thing for me.

A strange emotion to have.

My walk home in the dark is strange and I shut my eyes when I pass dark alleys. It didn't use to be like this, I never felt afraid but now I'm always checking over my shoulder. Whenever I think about what Sam did to me, I cry. I feel like all I do lately is cry. I start to tear up. Fuck.

My body aches in so many ways but for the first time in so long, there's something in me that's light. There's something that I have that's light. Light and dark, my stupid best friend. My stupid best friend gang member now, quite possibly, boyfriend.

boyfriend.

I like that word, especially attached to Teva.

The two fingers after the stage help me on my walk, keep my fear down. It's harder to be afraid when there's a numbness gripping me tightly, painting a haze over the constant fear. My tense muscles relax and for a moment I shut my eyes, letting the warmth of the night cradle me on my walk, feeling strangely peaceful. I'm wearing one of Teva's sweaters and his scent washes over me in waves.

If everything about me is wrong, if my body is wrong, Teva isn't.

Best goddamn decision I've made in months.

My feet take me back to the Seraphim house, drawn back to my own personal sun. Teva's smile somehow feels like molasses on my skin now. Warm and sticky-sweet. I've come to crave it. I find myself watching the clock more often now, wondering when he'll be home, when I can go home. I get it suddenly, I do. The way it feels when there's someone you want and you know where they are but you have to wait to be with them. The constant feeling of wanting to touch them until you finally can.

I smile at the empty street.

I'm almost there.

My hands open the gate and my feet tke me around the corner of the house to where I'll climb the tree so that I can get into Teva's ro-

He's there, at the bottom, leaning against the tree.

Waiting for me.

My heart skips seven beats and I go up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You just get home too?" I ask before tipping my face up to kiss him.