thank u for the tag @wildcherryspark <3 here's a little bit of the next chapter of breaker hall teehee (feat. Abel and A Yearning Eddie TM)
“Can’t I help you with the food?” He felt useless just standing around.
“Oh, out of the question, I’m afraid,” Volt said hospitably. “You’re currently a guest here.”
Eddie looked around the breakfast room. He started walking toward the staff kitchen, “Surely I—“ Volt gracefully blocked his path.
“Eddison, please.” Volt waved a hand, “If you insist, you can get the fire going instead.”
Eddie crossed the room to the brick fireplace, crouching to adjust the iron andirons before attending to a small log fire. He watched it burn, watched the fire dance around it.
Just being here, in this house, with Volt a few feet away… he sighed, shaking his head mirthlessly. He’d have to just find a way to be with Volt.
Maybe the warm amorous hum he now felt around him could be managed somehow. What he was feeling shouldn’t be Volt’s problem, at any rate.
He put the screen in place before getting up—he decided he’d bring some firewood logs for the house tomorrow.
Volt sauntered into the room and set their silver down—they had scrambled eggs and beef sandwiches with a fruity Chardonnay. Eddie looked out the window—into the terrace, into the gardens—and watched a man pack up a gardening toolbox, put his hat on, and leave by the side gate.
He looked to Volt, raising his eyebrows. "There's a gardener now."
"You finally admitted defeat?"
"I prefer to think of it as… an enlightened delegation," Volt said. “He leases one of the smallholdings. We… arrived at an arrangement. He'll tend the gardens behind the house twice a week, after his own workday is finished, and in return I reduce his rent by half.” Eddie nodded.
After a moment, Volt added, “And, well… there was just an enormous amount of landscaping to do.”
Eddie smirked, “I didn’t say anything else. I was just asking.”
Volt flushed, “Oh do shut up, Eddie.”
They fell into a familiar rhythm over the course of that next week: lunch in Eddie’s cottage, light work, dinner in the house, lighter conversation. Their meals came to serve three purposes—to assuage a growing feeling of loneliness neither had noticed, to report silly little nothings, and to finish off the two crates of strawberries.
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