#crystalblut

she loves all flowers but if prompted she'd have to say...

Bed Sharing  || closed. 

“You know, this isn’t an ideal situation for me either. I like the idea of being able to speak to someone and while you’re definitely attractive, I wouldn’t say that I wanted you to be the sole person I could talk to—It’s not like I chose this and..” Gods, Ardbert needs a drink.

     ❝ eee--!! ❞   yelped the youth , stifling the yelp under his breath , the moment alzahar unpromptedly lifted him up with so much ease to then sit him on a counter , so that elpis could meet with his eyes without having to sprain his neck .   the gesture brought a warmer hue to his cheeks , lithe fingers finding themselves to caress and poke alzahar’s face , tracing invisible lines across his features and exchanging with him softened smiles and smothered giggles .

     ❝ uhm , ❞   but whenever he had alzahar that close , elpis often found himself speechless , with no words to speak , with no thoughts clouding his mind but the thought of him . even if he didn’t voice it , he could bet alzahar knew it -- that he was thinking about him , by the way those mismatched hues observed with such fondness his azure oceans .

     ❝ i forgot what i was talking about ... ❞   he giggled again , at the same time shrugging it off ; it was probably not important if he forgot it . it was nothing about alzahar , of that he was certain or he wouldn’t have forgotten .

     as he lazily rubbed his auburn eye , that familiar hand reaching over his right wrist forced his attention to shift to the dormant -- now awake -- figure lying on the other side of the bed . well , in the middle , to be frank , nonchalantly huddled underneath the douvet , begging with deafening silence to stay a little longer .

     it was cold outside , true . the city welcomed the first snowfall of the month and elpis could see with immense joy the snow-covered streets and trees from outside the window . but the air was chilly and the douvet was very warm instead : needless to say he decided to postpone whatever was waiting out there .

     apollo’s invitation to stay a little longer won his heart as elpis -- after giving one last stretch and a yawn -- returned under the douvet and among the arms of his dearest , sinking with his face into the warmth he shared . lithe hands traveled across his face , gently caressing him before they eventually found the back of his head and started toying with his silvery locks .

@crystalblut​ :  ❛  you’re wearing my favorite hoodie again , don’t you ?  ❜

     it was a simple yellow hoodie -- which he later discovered yellow to be one of the colors that really looked good on him -- visibly large on a body as small and slim as his , with sleeves so large he had to roll them up to make sure that his hands could breathe ; the hood , if worn , would eat almost his entire face !   it was a heavy hoodie with a soft fabric , which , in these cold days , was necessary .   it wore an inscription on the front : probably late for something .   it was evident from many aspects that it was not one of his hoodies , but one of alzahar's hoodies .   of what he was late for , elpis didn’t know ; what he knew , however , was that he was not going to rid of it , ever .

     he stifled a giggle as alzahar discovered his hoodie , slender fingers toying with the rolled sleeves of the adored garment .