Feb 17, 2023
Hey, Michaelβ¦ It's just past noon, so I'm assumin' you didn't pick up because you're still asleep β @comicbookcreature
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Hey, Michaelβ¦ It's just past noon, so I'm assumin' you didn't pick up because you're still asleep β @comicbookcreature
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"The guy in there told me about a farmers' market on Saturdays. He said they usually close around three, but we might make itβI can't believe nobody has persimmons in this goddamn town."
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which one of your muses would succeed the most in a mosh pit ?? what about a ball pit ??
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Mosh pit: Lumen, probably. With resounding success, in that it enters a 20 person mosh pit and comes out alone, in a different skinsuit, after 20 servings of human. Very proud of itself. Automatically assumes any human competition or measure of strength is to the death.
And then there's Constance:
Ball pit: Oh, Silas would tear it up. Watch big burly man mentally revert to a 5 year old and have THE time of his life. Now, he'd prefer if there were no other people, especially fragile children, in the ball pit to hinder him from engaging in high speed pit diving, BUT if there were he'd help them, fish them out whenever there's a need and so on. Very big brother energy.
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" hey -- uh, you're home . hey . " his tone was a little breathless -- funny how his body mimicked being alive that way . he hadn't needed to breathe in -- decades , now . that was a spiraling thought for another time . instead he wanted to focus on the man in front of him -- and make tonight perfect . " i -- i made dinner . homemade , uh - " he'd heard the message when he woke up , when the sun went down . he'd played it hundreds of times now -- the last time ended right when rust pulled up . it was better than music to his ears . rock and roll meant nothing to him compared to how much the voicemail meant . he'd taken a shower and put on his nicest clothes , then spent the rest of the time left cooking . even ordered flowers for the table . it just felt -- important . celebratory . an evening to prove to rust that he had put his trust in the right place -- that he'd given his heart to the right person this time . " homemade broccoli past and -- well, I made lentil baked ziti because I know they're both your favorite--"
The place isn't particularly messy, but there's something in the air that tells Rust the last few hours have been a whirlwindβperhaps it's the scent of food coming in from the kitchen, the faraway table with the flower centerpiece on it, or Michael's shortness of breath when he opens the door for him.
He's starting to think that making persimmon pie for dessert on date night wasn't enough by comparison, but he'll find other ways to make up for it later.
"Smells delicious, Mikey⦠hope it didn't take up all your time."
With a kiss on his cheek, he walks past him and into the living room, leaving his jacket folded on a chair that he has decided will be his for the night. He turns back for a moment to gaze at Michael as he walks back into the kitchen, thinking how good he'd cleaned upβHe likes him no matter how he chooses to present himself.
Turning around, he runs his fingers against the petals of the flowers, a smile bubbling up that only grows bigger when Michael tells him what they're having for dinner.
"I knew I recognized that smell⦠didn't know you'd remember."
rust barely makes it through the door before his arms are full of an eager vampire that is happy to see him . he wraps his arms around him - smile wide enough to show a peek of fangs . " welcome home, rust ! I missed you -- uh, can I-- " his cheeks go a little pink thanks to an earlier consumed blood packet . " can I kiss you ? "
It's a good thing Rust left his stuff back in the truck (he's going to have to go back for it later) as he was going to need both arms to catch his lover, the momentum pushing his back against the door with a loud thud that he doesn't care about because, really, why would he?
"Michael⦠hello."
There is a faint smile on his face that doesn't show any teeth but grows in tandem with the other's words.
"Please do, would be a crime if y'didn't."
