of that which we hold {dear} // zethan
Oct 15, 2016 22:59:29 GMT -5
Post by esther kim d3 {lance} on Oct 15, 2016 22:59:29 GMT -5
ethan brandt
He woke up that morning to the rays of a midsummer's sun shining across his face.
Groaning in annoyance, an arm lifted, blocking the rays and acting as the temporary savior to the fragile eyes that lay beyond, allowing them to adjust to the newfound light in a considerably less painful manner.
After a couple of moments, the arm began to ache, and reluctantly, he dropped it back to the bed with a thump. Burning sunlight once again flashed across his vision, and his electric blue orbs narrowed into slits to endure against the relentless assault.
After another moment, he stretched, toes pointing downward and arms raised up, eyes clenched tight and torso acquiring a concave shape, until a muffled moan off to his left broke the pose and the moment alike.
Not that he minded much. Head tilting, his gaze moved from shining rays to dark hair and pale skin. Zac Fox was shifting, rustling the covers that blanketed his own form, and yet he hadn't yet seemed to have emerged into the land of the conscious just yet.
A sleepy smile creeped across his face, eyelids relaxed and still heavy with sleep, as he took in the sleeping, peaceful face of his lover for a moment. Then, careful not to disturb his slumber, he slowly untangled himself from the blankets, extracting himself from the warm embrace of the bed in one fell swoop.
A chill raised goosebumps across his bare torso, yet he decided against searching for a shirt for the time being, confident that the summer sun would soon send the temperature rising on its own.
With one hand sunk in the pocket of his pajama pants and the other covering a yawn, he made his way into the kitchen. The room was unsurprisingly barren of people - Mr. and Mrs. Fox had most likely gone to their respective jobs for the day - but no sooner had this piece of information been processed did he notice the plate of waffles sitting on the far end of the counter.
Eyes widening in surprise - freshly baked waffles were a luxury that both the Foxes and his own mother could rarely afford - he closed the distance to the pleasantly aromatic food. A note, scrawled in the neat cursive of Mrs. Fox, sat next to the plate.
He nabbed the top waffle off of the stack and took a bite, savoring the warm flavors, before reading.
Ethan,
The local bakery had a sale this morning so I got these for you and Zac to share. Hope you have a great, relaxing day! One of us will be back by sundown.
The smile returned to his face as he read the snippet. The Foxes had become almost like a second family to him, not only due to his relationship with Zac, but also due to him sharing an occupation with Zac's own mother. It had actually been her that had introduced the two, long before any of the three had known what would come out of the meeting.
As such, he would spend three days with his mother and three days in the Fox residence, alternating his sole day off between the two, respectively. Today, it would be the latter that would claim his attention.
He returned to the bedroom, half-eaten waffle in one hand and the rest of the plate in the other, to find his lover awake, though for how long he'd already been conscious he couldn't tell. He made his way over to where Zac still lay in bed, placing the plate on the latter's nightstand before dipping forward to place a kiss on his forehead.
"Morning, babe." he said, a kind smile on his face. "Your mom got us breakfast."
He took another bite out of his own waffle, before sitting on the thin slice of bed that existed between Zac's slight form and the edge.
Today, he thought, was going to be just fine.
Groaning in annoyance, an arm lifted, blocking the rays and acting as the temporary savior to the fragile eyes that lay beyond, allowing them to adjust to the newfound light in a considerably less painful manner.
After a couple of moments, the arm began to ache, and reluctantly, he dropped it back to the bed with a thump. Burning sunlight once again flashed across his vision, and his electric blue orbs narrowed into slits to endure against the relentless assault.
After another moment, he stretched, toes pointing downward and arms raised up, eyes clenched tight and torso acquiring a concave shape, until a muffled moan off to his left broke the pose and the moment alike.
Not that he minded much. Head tilting, his gaze moved from shining rays to dark hair and pale skin. Zac Fox was shifting, rustling the covers that blanketed his own form, and yet he hadn't yet seemed to have emerged into the land of the conscious just yet.
A sleepy smile creeped across his face, eyelids relaxed and still heavy with sleep, as he took in the sleeping, peaceful face of his lover for a moment. Then, careful not to disturb his slumber, he slowly untangled himself from the blankets, extracting himself from the warm embrace of the bed in one fell swoop.
A chill raised goosebumps across his bare torso, yet he decided against searching for a shirt for the time being, confident that the summer sun would soon send the temperature rising on its own.
With one hand sunk in the pocket of his pajama pants and the other covering a yawn, he made his way into the kitchen. The room was unsurprisingly barren of people - Mr. and Mrs. Fox had most likely gone to their respective jobs for the day - but no sooner had this piece of information been processed did he notice the plate of waffles sitting on the far end of the counter.
Eyes widening in surprise - freshly baked waffles were a luxury that both the Foxes and his own mother could rarely afford - he closed the distance to the pleasantly aromatic food. A note, scrawled in the neat cursive of Mrs. Fox, sat next to the plate.
He nabbed the top waffle off of the stack and took a bite, savoring the warm flavors, before reading.
Ethan,
The local bakery had a sale this morning so I got these for you and Zac to share. Hope you have a great, relaxing day! One of us will be back by sundown.
The smile returned to his face as he read the snippet. The Foxes had become almost like a second family to him, not only due to his relationship with Zac, but also due to him sharing an occupation with Zac's own mother. It had actually been her that had introduced the two, long before any of the three had known what would come out of the meeting.
As such, he would spend three days with his mother and three days in the Fox residence, alternating his sole day off between the two, respectively. Today, it would be the latter that would claim his attention.
He returned to the bedroom, half-eaten waffle in one hand and the rest of the plate in the other, to find his lover awake, though for how long he'd already been conscious he couldn't tell. He made his way over to where Zac still lay in bed, placing the plate on the latter's nightstand before dipping forward to place a kiss on his forehead.
"Morning, babe." he said, a kind smile on his face. "Your mom got us breakfast."
He took another bite out of his own waffle, before sitting on the thin slice of bed that existed between Zac's slight form and the edge.
Today, he thought, was going to be just fine.
