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rainbowfic2012-08-30 11:08 pm
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2012-08-30 11:08 pm
Entry tags:
Lawn Green 2
Name: auguris
'verse: Ghost Sight
Colors: Lawn Green 2. lemonade
Word Count: 385
Rating: PG
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: Early in their relationship, Cagri finally convinces Mitchell to stay for breakfast.
"Breakfast?" Cagri had asked.
And Mitchell had thought up every excuse -- I have work, I have a report, I'm visiting a site -- but while Cagri would probably have believed him, again, as he mentally filed through each one he had found that he didn't want to say no.
So he stayed.
He found himself sitting on the balcony, a table already prepared. Cagri had kissed him and told him to wait there, and then had gone into the kitchen. And was now cooking. Mitchell couldn't quite reconcile 'rich socialite' with 'cooks his own breakfast'. He'd figured Cagri had people for that. Maybe he did, and this was... for Mitchell's sake.
His stomach fluttered. It probably wasn't, probably Cagri just liked cooking, but he couldn't keep himself from grinning.
Grimm Tower sat across the street, the second tallest building in Krixos and the last place a wizard wanted to be. He'd never even driven past the place before Cagri, and now he saw it on a regular basis. He wasn't one for architecture but figured he could call the Tower modern; the structure sort of curved in the middle, and the entire surface was glass, reflecting the sunrise, the traffic, and all the buildings and sky in between.
Cagri set a cup of coffee and a glass of lemonade in front of Mitchell. "Do you want help?"
"No, you sit." Cagri's glamour was down. He had been letting it go more often, once he realized Mitchell wasn't going to protest; but he usually did so in the dark, or when Mitchell was on his way to falling asleep. This was the first time Mitchell had seen him in the sunlight. Mitchell took in his true appearance: slim frame, ash-gray skin, long slender fingers, huge dark eyes. His long black hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and when he smiled his fangs showed. "I will not have you running off on me now."
Mitchell opened his mouth, shut it again. Cagri wasn't an idiot; he must have known that some of Mitchell's excuses were empty. That he kept trying anyway, without showing aggravation or being annoying completely sidelined Mitchell.
"I will be back with your eggs," Cagri said. Mitchell watched him go -- part of his brain watching Cagri's ass go -- without a word.
auguris'verse: Ghost Sight
Colors: Lawn Green 2. lemonade
Word Count: 385
Rating: PG
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: Early in their relationship, Cagri finally convinces Mitchell to stay for breakfast.
"Breakfast?" Cagri had asked.
And Mitchell had thought up every excuse -- I have work, I have a report, I'm visiting a site -- but while Cagri would probably have believed him, again, as he mentally filed through each one he had found that he didn't want to say no.
So he stayed.
He found himself sitting on the balcony, a table already prepared. Cagri had kissed him and told him to wait there, and then had gone into the kitchen. And was now cooking. Mitchell couldn't quite reconcile 'rich socialite' with 'cooks his own breakfast'. He'd figured Cagri had people for that. Maybe he did, and this was... for Mitchell's sake.
His stomach fluttered. It probably wasn't, probably Cagri just liked cooking, but he couldn't keep himself from grinning.
Grimm Tower sat across the street, the second tallest building in Krixos and the last place a wizard wanted to be. He'd never even driven past the place before Cagri, and now he saw it on a regular basis. He wasn't one for architecture but figured he could call the Tower modern; the structure sort of curved in the middle, and the entire surface was glass, reflecting the sunrise, the traffic, and all the buildings and sky in between.
Cagri set a cup of coffee and a glass of lemonade in front of Mitchell. "Do you want help?"
"No, you sit." Cagri's glamour was down. He had been letting it go more often, once he realized Mitchell wasn't going to protest; but he usually did so in the dark, or when Mitchell was on his way to falling asleep. This was the first time Mitchell had seen him in the sunlight. Mitchell took in his true appearance: slim frame, ash-gray skin, long slender fingers, huge dark eyes. His long black hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and when he smiled his fangs showed. "I will not have you running off on me now."
Mitchell opened his mouth, shut it again. Cagri wasn't an idiot; he must have known that some of Mitchell's excuses were empty. That he kept trying anyway, without showing aggravation or being annoying completely sidelined Mitchell.
"I will be back with your eggs," Cagri said. Mitchell watched him go -- part of his brain watching Cagri's ass go -- without a word.
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