kmb-writes

1) I don’t know which option I like the most BECAUSE I love Salim silently laughing at Jason, who’s standing there with an awkward face XDD And saving your boo is always nice

2) On the 6th gif I’ve just noticed Jason’s smile at the end - he IS a manchild LOL

Abel portrait to get out of my comfort zone (drawing forward facing faces)

let it be known that I have never stopped thinking about archer Davrin.

There was some saying about the mail: neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow, nor hail. But apparently that didn't extend to the carriers of said mail. Up until now, Salim's mailman had been very dependable. He came at the same time every day, bearing some letter or package. But yesterday he was missing, and Salim couldn't help but worry over the reason.

It started out as just the two of them chatting as Jason handed over whatever brought him to Salim's door that day. But the more they saw each other, the more those chats shifted into something else. Light flirting, lingering gazes. Or at least, the gazes were lingering more on Jason's end. Salim had been letting his eyes wander practically from the moment Jason showed up wearing that uniform with those ass-flattering shorts.

Salim was hoping they might progress to touching hands soon. But with Jason not coming, his spirits were low.

The next day he was going about his business as usual when he got a knock on the door. He glanced at his clock and frowned. Who was here at this hour? Salim walked over, opened the door, and nearly felt his heart crash into his ribs.

“Jason?”

“Hey,” the mailman waved at him. “Sorry, I know I'm early.”

Salim just stared. Jason was so unfairly handsome, and today he had the cap of his hat tilted up a little to show off more of his face.

He must have been staring in silence for too long, because Jason's smile was starting to slip, pulling down into an uncertain frown.

“Uh. Well, here's your mail...”

“You were gone yesterday,” Salim blurted out.

“Oh.” Jason hesitated, the letter hovering in the air between them. “Yeah. My boss let me take the day off for my birthday.”

Birthday. A wave of relief swept over Salim. “That's good. I... I thought maybe... there was another reason.” His eyes met Jason's, and Salim added playfully, “So the weather doesn't stop the mail, but a birthday does?”

“Yep. But I'm doin' my rounds early to make up for it.” Jason waved the letter. “You want this or not?”

“Only if it's an apology for making me wait for you all day.”

“Aww, I knew you missed me,” Jason smirked.

“Didn't you miss me?” Salim retorted, trying to keep up the teasing tone. Jason's expression softened and his voice was serious when he answered.

“Course I did.”

Salim blushed, swallowing. He took the letter out of Jason's hand, letting his fingers graze over the other man's. He was pleased to see a light blush on Jason's cheeks.

“Happy birthday,” Salim said quietly.

“Thanks.” There were a few beats of silence between them. Jason broke it by clearing his throat. “I'd better get back to my route.”

Salim nodded. It was probably inappropriate to offer gifts, even if it was for a birthday. And yet... “Before you go, can I give you something?”

“Sure.”

Salim grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled on it. He passed it over and, before he could second-guess, pecked Jason on the cheek as he passed it on.

“A birthday gift,” he whispered in Jason's ear.