#audoldends

Helloooo 🍑 

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For all that Yusuf looks like an avenging angel when they'd faced each other on the battlefield in Jerusalem, Nicolò likes it best when it's just them under the shade of a tree taking an afternoon rest while the sun is at her peak.

The sun seems to agree with Yusuf in all the ways it doesn't with him. His smile is twice as brilliant, his eyes shining with such easy joy when he makes conversation about everything and nothing at all.

"Do you think we could go to the coast?"

"How do olives taste to you?"

"Have you read the Kama Sutra?"

Maybe, strange, no, he would answer, feeling that for all he proclaimed to be enlightened, he has not seen as much as Yusuf has. He tries in his stuttering way to hold the flow of conversation with him though the feeling of inadequacy does not abate even if Yusuf is patient and kind when he tries to find the words.

Nicolò thinks his heart beats faster and his soul burns a little more in his ache for this man.

Constantly he finds his mind breaking down the things he knows about Yusuf; he had never wanted to fight but did it because it meant protecting his people, he would have been the head of his family and all their holdings when his father passed, he is a poet and an artist and night after night, Nicolò listens to him compose and watches him sketch before they both sleep. 

He knows that Yusuf’s heart is kind and brave. He knows that he is falling in love with him, that the torturous feather light touches the man brushes against his hand when they guide their horses together were unbearable. He knows he would die if Yusuf ever stopped.

Nicolò is prepared to live in his quiet longing for more than just a strange companionship in their new existence when, over mulled wine and honeyed figs, Yusuf kisses him chastely by their fire. "You never said," Is all he can muster up when they part. The stars reflect in Yusuf's eyes and he hears his entire being hum in time with hope.

"You never asked," Yusuf says, thumbing the corner of his mouth. His lashes flutter midnight dark and Nicolò can’t look away. "May I kiss you again?"

because he acts like he’s such an expert on all baking, but really he only knows how to do a very narrow range of breads. He calls really common flavor profiles like peanut butter and strawberry or a zucchini bread  “unusual” (like it’d be different if he was like “oh this is a very american flavor profile, we don’t usually serve that here” but he doesn’t say that, he acts like it’s an insane thing to serve), which to me says that he has not studied baking enough. like if you’re going to present yourself as a TV expert, you need to know your shit and speak well about it. Also I hate the way he pronounced churro. That last one may just be a me problem, but I stand by it. 

Plus, he called challah “cholla” and apparently did not consult a single Jewish person or even Google, because he said in his book that you have it at Passover, which is famously the one time when you very much do not bring leavened bread to the party. 

2Moons2, ForthBeam

Beam frowned and Forth, on reflex, moved to wrap his doctor in his arms, fancy restaurant be damned. Beam shrugged him off and continued frowning at the object in his hands.

“A gear?” Beam felt his eye twitch. “I know I’m not one for things that are super sappy, but a gear?”

“Huh?” Forth blinked. “But hubby, this is-”

“I don’t want it.” Beam thrust the offending gear, hung on a leather cord, back in Forth’s face. “Are you calling me a cog in a machine?”

“What? No!”

oh love a good pun 

We’re so SUPER gay and we can’t seem to stop, apparently 😂 I’m laughing at “mysterious bf” lmao dsjgks (I’m not a squishy marshmallow shush!) but this message is so cute jdsgkdsjlg thank you omg