[ Essek perched on the wing chair once again and closed his eyes as he soaked in the sounds of bathing, his mind bring to recall moments where they had bathed together in that same tub, sharing in the job of getting each other clean. How many books had they dragged into the tub with each other to read but then became distracted with other things? Oh such a simpler time, uncomplicated and precious between him and his husband.
Finally he had to get up when he heard a groan of pleasure. He had to walk to the closet and throw it open so that he could take out a simple tunic that smelled of ink, incensed parchment and autumn woodsmoke. A pair of sleep trousers made of fine linen was also taken out, all of these may not fit snugly but he knew they would fit fairly well-- with his husband and Bren being of similar form.
Of course they were.
At the sound of his title, he laid the garmets on the counterpane of the bed and he hurried down the dias... and promptly stopped in his tracks, nearly graveless as bountiful clean copper waves swirled by his vision, no longer scented like hot trash, but cloves and oranges. A gaunt face peered at him, but no longer marked with dirt and grime, and those freckles-- freckles like his lover's. Freckles that he could've spent hours kissing and laying maps by. ]
Well, what a difference a bath makes, and you actually smell nice.
[ he said this falteringly, for a moment wanting to say so much more but thinking better of it. This was Bren, not Caleb; this man was his own being, could make his own choices. This did not mean that he was entitled to the orbit of this beautiful red-gold sun that stood meekly before him ]
You will pass for even more pf a human when we do something with that beard.
[ Essek scurried into the bathroom then and moved to the counter and then he pushed himself to sit up on it while he motioned for Bren to stand before him. His fingers trembled only a tiny bit, but he would compose himself. ]
I suppose you are clean enough that I will let you near. [ how gracious of him ] Now tell me how you want me to style this thing? Do you want a trim or it all off?
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Date: 2023-03-14 01:32 am (UTC)Finally he had to get up when he heard a groan of pleasure. He had to walk to the closet and throw it open so that he could take out a simple tunic that smelled of ink, incensed parchment and autumn woodsmoke. A pair of sleep trousers made of fine linen was also taken out, all of these may not fit snugly but he knew they would fit fairly well-- with his husband and Bren being of similar form.
Of course they were.
At the sound of his title, he laid the garmets on the counterpane of the bed and he hurried down the dias... and promptly stopped in his tracks, nearly graveless as bountiful clean copper waves swirled by his vision, no longer scented like hot trash, but cloves and oranges. A gaunt face peered at him, but no longer marked with dirt and grime, and those freckles-- freckles like his lover's. Freckles that he could've spent hours kissing and laying maps by. ]
Well, what a difference a bath makes, and you actually smell nice.
[ he said this falteringly, for a moment wanting to say so much more but thinking better of it. This was Bren, not Caleb; this man was his own being, could make his own choices. This did not mean that he was entitled to the orbit of this beautiful red-gold sun that stood meekly before him ]
You will pass for even more pf a human when we do something with that beard.
[ Essek scurried into the bathroom then and moved to the counter and then he pushed himself to sit up on it while he motioned for Bren to stand before him. His fingers trembled only a tiny bit, but he would compose himself. ]
I suppose you are clean enough that I will let you near. [ how gracious of him ] Now tell me how you want me to style this thing? Do you want a trim or it all off?