#*alfons.

the sad thing here, the really sad thing is that the brash comment doesn't even make him flinch. as if he hasn't heard something so cutting a million times over. he gives it little more than a passing thought, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

‘ thank you. ’ his tone is calm, though gentle as ever. large paws laid upon the desk before him, atop several open tomes in a variety of subjects. his thoughts though, are on his company and perhaps what fel needs.

if anything else but that singular notation.

‘ were you curious about something in particular? ’ back to the business at hand, if there was any.

@sorrowsick.

let's be honest here. alfons is more than accustomed to weird ( as far as zdeslav is concerned and that is an entirely different brand of weird, lovingly mind you ). however, he can spot the difference between weird and troubled.

the head librarian might be a little puzzled this once.

reaching delicately for the danger arm and without anything else said, guides him for the bedroom. where he will ready the bed and tuck him in, before joining him and settling, arms around zdeslav, holding him close.

before removing his glasses and putting them aside on the nightstand. though he can more than survive without them for the evening.

@kurjaks.

he's very much the type to do things alone and not realize someone else wants to help.

willingly, at that.

‘ thank you. ’ he says in that gentle, though firm tone of his. ‘ but i'm certain you've got much more pressing matters to attend to. ’ such as: anything else.

@sorrowsick continued from HERE.

the librarian allows for guidance into the kitchen, the migraine that had erupted upon waking has been work-related stress. and while his glasses are critical for him to see, he wants to try and get the migraine under some sort of control.

alfons leans his taller frame between counter and island. eyes closed. as he hears the quiet, routine of coffee being brewed. at one crucial moment, when zdeslav has put a mug down, his arms wrap around him, a kiss pressed to his collarbone.

forehead touches to shoulder as he remains close until the absolutely last second. withdrawn, he does accept the mug, a healthy swallow of the liquid before a weary sigh escapes him. thankful. exceedingly so.

he can feel the throb slowly beginning to recede, a moment or two before he gives himself the ability to see once more. focused on zdeslav, completely.

instead of using his words, at least this time, he brings him in for a kiss. thorough and deep, expressing just how grateful he is of the coffee. the gesture. and, most importantly, zdeslav.

@kurjaks.

Send “You belong to me” to see how my muse reacts.

the librarian had eased himself wearily into a spot on the couch, tea in hand, as zdeslav speaks. alfons is not the type to argue, but here, he wished to make something abundantly clear.

his lap dips, as the other takes one of two favorite spots ( the other being tight against him as they sleep ). despite how tired he looks, his tone is warm. pointer and thumb cup the eradicator's sharp jawline.

‘ ne moj ljubimac. ’ he affirms. ‘ we belong to each other. ’

leaning in, he presses a kiss to zdeslav's throat.