forum You think you scare me just because you're Fae?

Started July 22, 2021 by @Fenrir

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Mel plopped his head on Nick's shoulder, sniffling softly as he contemplated his lover's words. He had given Abrose another chance at life, even if living was the last thing the human had wanted to do after losing his family. It had been the earlier years of the rebellion, where the Queen had been the most ruthless, wanting to set an example for anyone who dared raise any suspicion of magic as well as anyone who sided with the so-called witches. Mel had been wary about the whole situation, already distancing himself from the inner court and slowly trying his best to fade away silently from the turmoile of the other Lords, his little rebellion; already growing in numbers. It wasn't the sort of rebellion where they were going for the Queen's dethronement, at least it hadn't started off that way. Mel and Veda just felt as if many who were being convicted were innocent. If they could offer a safe place until they got themselves situated, then they would of course help in any way. It wasn't until Abrose's family was targeted that Mel started to truly take things seriously, plotting out dungeon escapes and reinstating himself as respected lord of the court if only to gain valuable information as soon as possible. Mel remembered it like it was yesterday, growing their little ragtag family, falling in and out of love whenever he sought the need for company, falling hard for Roi, fully convinced that this would be the one he gave his heart to, then being so very painfully wrong, spending time with Abrose and learning about his magic, helping him by bringing trusted customer, inviting him out to balls and parties in secret, watching him fall in love, falling in love himself, and now this, moving across the ocean all to start again. He sighed softly, breathing a small laugh, "Forgive me, my love. The wildlife and dirt are very much needed around here." He lifted his head, pressing a brief kiss to Nick's hand as he listened. "I think we can do that." He offered feebly, but he was feeling better. This house and the experiences within its walls would always live with Mel, with all of them. The move was necessary and a nice change from the constant stress of being under the Queen's rule. In all honesty, it was probably something Mel needed to do years ago but he had always felt responsible for those who came into his care. He slowly, if not a bit reluctantly, sat up and began scooting off the bed to find a change of clothes. "A shower and a very long nap are calling my name." He stretched before offering his hand to Nick. "Care to join?"

"And here you had me all excited to watch you make tea for the first time." He giggled and turned to press a kiss to Easton's lips. Aside from an innate knowledge of plants, Abrose's magic always tended to be receptive to his emotions, the plants around him reflecting what he was feeling at any given time. Even the food he made, if it had anything from his garden back home, had sometimes tasted differently depending on the sort of mood he was in that day. it would be interesting to see how the tea came out after the night they had. "Or," he offered, dropping his voice down to a whisper as he trailed a light hand over Easton's form, "I could teach you how to make it. I won't make you touch any of them but in case you want to make it again instead of using the premade tea bagsy you'll know how." Abrose suggested, bursting out into laughter as Easton kissed and tickled him, trying to use the blankets around them as a shield from Easton's attack. "and you are a menace!" Abrose replied as he got a moment to breathe, only to be consumed by Easton's kisses again. "I loved every moment." He murmured, relaxing once he was allowed a moment of reprieve. "I don't think I'll ever want to get enough of you, my love. I'll always want you more, want to love you more, want to be with you more."

Nick's reaction was immediate and exuberant as if a surge of energy had coursed through him at Mel's offer. With a gasp of excitement, he sprang to his feet and eagerly grasped the hand extended to him, his enthusiasm palpable. It surely would have wagged with the same fervor as a dog anticipating a treat if he possessed a tail. "Really?!" Nick exclaimed, his eyes shining with anticipation, contrasting Mel's weary demeanor. "I promise I won't overstep any boundaries, my love," he assured, flashing a grin before darting off to select a fresh pair of underwear and a loose shirt. "This is going to be incredible!" he exclaimed upon returning, practically bubbling with enthusiasm. "We can wash each other's hair, indulge in back massages with the soap… It's going to be so much fun!" Nick enveloped Mel in a shower of affectionate kisses, his arms wrapping around their waist in a tight embrace. "Thank you for opening up to me," he murmured, sincerity lacing his words as he gazed into Mel's eyes. "It means the world to me that you trust me with your feelings; I'll be here to listen. Always." With a playful wink, he led Mel into the bathroom.

"I would love to learn how to make tea with you," Easton confessed, his gaze lingering on Abrose as he spoke before kissing his cheek tenderly. As Abrose's words washed over him, Easton felt a warm blush paint his cheeks, which was rare for him. "The more time I spend like this with you, the more I find myself craving a repeat of last night," Easton admitted with a soft smile, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Abrose's forehead. "Which means we should probably get up and take that shower. Unless you're in the same moon I'm in," he added playfully, though, underneath his jest, Easton couldn't ignore the slight awkwardness of their fully naked state. While Abrose had already seen him like this, Easton couldn't shake off the lingering embarrassment at having his body on display. He couldn't decide whether to get up and leave the warmth they had in the bed or get up and be slightly colder than he was before and have to cover himself with a blanket. But if he were to cover himself with a blanket then that would leave Abrose….without….His face began to heat up from the thought. "I know I saw him last night, but that does make him any less hot." he said out loud, lost in his thoughts unable to differciate what he was saying in his head verse out loud.

Mel couldn't help but laugh at Nick's excitement despite his own tiredness. "but of course, my love. After all, you did promise me I'd never bathe alone again." He reminded, finding himself a pair of wine-colored silky pants and a matching robe. "I know you would never, my dear, but thank you for the reassurance regardless." He replied, watching as Nick found his clothes, knowing if he were more aware, he'd be just excited to finally share something as intimate as a bath with the one he had come to love so much. He laughed softly, already anticipating the heavenly bath and soaking for a long while, knowing everything would soon be alright. The house would be in Roi's care, they would move to the southern continent, make a new home for them all, finally reunite with Eastona and Abrose, and once in his very long life, not need to worry about keeping everyone alive and safe. He was brought back from his thoughts when Nick hugged and kissed him, laughing and trying to reciprocate each kiss the best his tired self could. He glanced up and gave a small smile. "Thank you for being such a good listener, my love. And for having what I imagine infinite patience with Roi. And for being by my side, even when I'm too stubborn to admit I need help." He lightly rested his head against Nick's for a moment, thankful for so much more that Nick had generously offered, more than what he knew he had done for Mel since the moment he came to stay with him. "I love you, Nick," Mel whispered, breaking out into a laugh when Nick tugged them to the bathroom, about to comment on his sudden burst of excitement to shower with him but admittedly also excited to take the night to relax.

Abrose gazed back, his hands still lingering over Easton's body, trailing over faint scars and taught muscle. Abrose leaned into Easton's warmth, nodding slightly with a shy smile. "So do I," he admitted, glancing up and laughing when he saw Easton's blush. "I can't say that I'm not but I don't think I can handle another night like that again so soon, my dear." he nestled up against Easton's form, even with the shyness of being naked and so close to each other, Abrose couldn't help the swell of happiness at being so happy with someone he genuinely loved this deeply. "But my love," he whined, wrapping his arms around Easton's waist and hugging him even closer. "it's so cozy here, and you're unbelievably warm." He closed his eyes for a blissful moment, listening to Easton's heartbeat and even breathing. Then it started getting a bit faster. He glanced up, slight concern crossing his features. He loosened his hold and scooted back ever so slightly to give them space in case this wasn't what Easton wanted. Last night had been a whirlwind of desire and heated emotions. Closeness was all they had wanted, the blankets and clothing in the way of that were quickly discarded until nothing was between them. But perhaps now with rested minds and bodies, it wasn't what Easton wanted. An apology was on his tongue but before he could say anything, Easton spoke, whether he meant to say what he said or not. Abrose paused before breaking out in a surprised laugh. He slowly sat up, much to his body's protest but he did need to get out of bed eventually, and it put a bit of distance between their naked bodies, if only to relieve Easton's embarrassment for a second or two. He gently cupped Easton's warm face in his hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Nowhere near how sexy you are my love. But I appreciate that."

Nick was about to answer Mel's hushed whisper but got pulled into the bathroom. "You know you can't hide anything from me," he joked. "I'm always listening. Most of the time." Nick pulled him in by the waist and pressed his lips against Mel's. Though they only did this a few hours ago, it felt like forever to him. Nick always wanted to be this close, always wanted and felt like he needed to be this close. "I love you too." he managed to say, his chest heavily going up and down, lips still touching his ever so slightly. As much as he wanted it to continue, he remembered the reason they were there in the first place. "Ah-" He cleared his throat while he placed the clothes in his hand on the bathroom sink, "I'll fill the bathtub." He weaved past Mel and began to turn on the shower. After a few minutes, he figured out how to turn the shower head on and set it to a good heat. Turning back to Mel, Nick felt a flutter of anticipation and nervousness. "I'll face the other way while you undress," he offered, his cheeks flushing slightly at the thought. It dawned on him then that he had never seen Mel completely unclothed before, and the realization made his heart race with excitement and a hint of embarrassment. Sure, Mel had seen him shirtless plenty of times, but the prospect of seeing Mel in his entirety sent a shiver down Nick's spine. His ears turned red at the mere thought.

"When did you learn to say things like that straight to my face…" he said breathlessly. "Don't get me wrong; I'm loving the confidence." He chuckled and stood up from bed. He then leaned down and scooped Abrose into a princess carry. "I'm never leaving your side today, you got that? I can't let other people think you're a free man now, can we." He kissed his forehead and nudged the door open with his foot. "Let's get washed up, and then we can get breakfast. You can teach me how to make tea, which requires me to touch leaves. He shivered at the thought. He still hated touching things like that, but he was getting better. His body adapted to actively touching things from the group to a certain degree. He turned on the shower while still holding Abrose in his arms. "See, you can still get out of bed and be comfortable. I'll make sure the water is warm so it will feel like a sauna." he chuckled. "Then you can relax with me until noon. How does that sound?"

Mel eagerly kissed back, wrapping his arms around Nick's waist and purposefully tugging him close. While it may have just a few hours spent apart due to the surrounding company, Mel had ached for Nick's closeness once again. It had been too long apart, and far too long under Roi's scrutiny for Mel to feel anything but attached to Nick. He watched as Nick struggled with the bath, an adoring smile crossing his features. He had never thought he'd be this happy again, not after taking on the role of rebellion leader alongside Veda and certainly not after his long, long list of former lovers. Even less with the former Queen's sentinal. He had the sudden urge to turn Nick's attention upon him, even as he undressed. He wanted his mate to see all of him for what he was in his entirety. The good, the flawed, the imperfect, all of it in his physical form. The all too familiar ache in his heart to have someone understand him for what he was and not what he perceived to be. But this time it wasn't just some lover on his long list, this was Nick. He wanted Nick to see him beyond just what was on the surface. But at the same time, Mel recognized Nick's hesitation and sudden nerves, as Mel oddly enough felt similar. This wasn't just some one-time fling anymore. Hopefully, this was forever, for as long as possible at the very least. Mel didn't have to rush with Nick because he wouldn't leave Mel. Not like Roi did. He took a deep breath, letting Nick turn away as he slipped out of his clothes, the only sound was the whispering of clothes on his skin and his pounding heartbeat. He stood in the middle of the bathroom, examining himself in the mirror. It had been a while since he stopped and looked at himself for longer than a few seconds. Mel was lithe, on the leaner side, and was more equipped for endurance rather than wielding a sword. Freckles flecked his tanned skin, along with a few scars from his early reckless years but nothing Mel could necessarily regret. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up purposefully, something to distort the image of a lord and to seem more like his true self. "You can look if you want." He murmured, stepping up to Nick and hugging him from behind, resting his head against his shoulder.

"Just now, from you." Abrose laughed as he was scooped up, quickly wrapping his arms around Easton's neck as they were brought to the bathroom. He rolled his eyes playfully. "But of course not, my love. What would people think if they suddenly saw a former Queen's guard galavanting around with a witch? We couldn't have that, now could we?" He teased. While what had happened back home was still a sensitive topic, and overall Abrose tried to avoid the topic, making a joke out of it sometimes was needed to relieve a bit of the pent-up tension. Was it a healthy coping skill, perhaps not but there wasn't much else to do. He pressed a kiss to Easton's cheek. "I would love nothing more than to remain by your side for the rest of eternity, my Easton." He settled on the edge of the tub to let Easton turn the water on. "You don't have to touch them at all if you don't want to." He reassured, "I'm proud you're trying it all, considering some of the ones you've tried are a bit on the stronger herby side." He reached up and gently tilted Easton's head towards him. "For today, after a night like that, I would want nothing more than to stay with you, all warm and cozy for the rest of my life." He kissed Easton again before dipping his toes into the bath, waiting for the tub to fill before settling the rest of the way in and relaxing completely.

Nick tensed up slightly but soon sunk into his embrace. He turned around slowly and gently touched Mel's shoulders. "Fuck…" he had no words to say; Mel was so "beautiful, you are so unbelievably beautiful." He took in a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "I can wait, I can wait, I can wait…." he kept repeating that repeatedly as he tried to gather his thoughts. These features he had never seen before. The way his waist curved created the perfect spot for Nick's hands. Nick gently traced the middle of Mel's back, almost like a delicate piece of art. His hands returned to Mel's waist, and his face began to turn slightly pink because he had seen every inch of him. "I…I'm going to," he coughed, "I should also undress. It would be awkward if it were just you naked." He didn't turn away from Mel; he felt that if Mel wanted to, he could turn away if he wanted to. He didn't mind Mel seeing him. He didn't want to hide anything. He wanted to see Mel's face the same way it was back then. When he first walked in on him without a shirt on. He chuckled, thinking about it as he pulled off his shirt. He undid his belts, then his pants, and lastly, his boxers. He wasn't sure of the reason his body was heating up so much. Either because the shower was ready or because the more Mel he saw, the more he wanted to take back the word he said earlier. He concluded that it was both. "After you…" he said, moving aside to let Mel go in first. "If you just don't look, then maybe your desires will go away…yeah, just look at the ceiling and how pretty it seems today…" His thoughts were escaping like wildfire, and his filter disappeared.

"Lucky guard," he teased. Easton gave a confident smile. "Why, thank you." He got in on the same side as Abrose and sat between his legs. He slid down a little bit so he could comfortably lean on his shoulder. The water level rose due to two bodies instead of one, causing the water to slightly overflow. But he wasn't too worried. " Easton sighed, letting the warm water hit him with contentment. "I needed this…" sighed. "I need you." he double-downed. "I think you must be the best thing to ever happen to me. I can't believe I'm here with you. I never imagined that this would be where we would be. I'm glad we are, though. Easton closed his eyes and gently kissed Abrose's neck as it was all he could reach, not that he was complaining. He reached for the bar of sope on the shelf and began to lather himself in it. "DO you want me to do you as well? I wouldn't mind." He grinned.

Mel carefully watched Nick, looking for any signs of discomfort or regret, ready to grab a towel or excuse himself to give Nick privacy. He should really know better now though. Nick wasn't like the others. No, he was kind and loved Mel more than just his status and a good time. An amused smile tugged at Nick's lip as he watched Nick struggle with more than just his words. Sure, many have seen in various states of undress, and he had heard an array of compliments but never none quite like Nick's. His words, his heady gaze upon Mel, and the spirits of his feather-light touch all over Mel were enough to make him melt. Where others had grabbed and tore at him as if they were animals, Nick was hesitant and slow, asking permission with every pause. While Mel wasn't opposed to the roughness and desperation behind his previous lover's touches, it had been quite a long time since he was handled with any sort of tender care. He glanced up from where he had rested his head against Nick's shoulder and gave a soft laugh. "It's only fair, my dear. I can't be the only breathtaking one here." He teased, stepping back to let Nick undress, his gaze roving over Nick's form as each layer slowly came off. For a moment the world stopped as they both stood there, gazing at each other, admiring every inch of their lover. Mel had to give Nick some credit, he wasn't the only one struggling to contain his desire. Nick was beautiful, beyond the fact he had a soldier's build. Mel itched to touch each dip and curve of Nick's body, to taste the salty-sweetness of his skin, to hear his breath hitch and his name sweetly moaned as they made love. Mel broke his heavy gaze before their night became sleepless and stepped into the shower, letting out a soft sigh as warm water rushed over his tired body. "I'm insulted my love you'd rather look at the ceiling when I'm right here in front of you." he teased, granted the ceiling was beautiful tonight, reflecting a sunset today, just before twilight where fiery red and oranges met periwinkle and deep blues with silver speckled throughout to look like stars.

Abrose wrapped his arms around Easton's shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek as they settled in the tub. He scooped some soapy water into his palm and poured it over Easton's hair, careful not to get any in his eyes. "So did I, when was the last time we relaxed like this?" He shook his head in disbelief, gently massaging Easton's hair and shoulders to release some tension. He smiled softly. "I need you too, Easton, more than I was willing to admit before. Even if you were a pain when we first met, I don't think I'd change much, not if it all leads to us like this again in the end." Abrose hummed softly and tilted his head out of the way for Easton to reach more tender skin. "Didn't get enough last night?" He nudged Easton's head appreciatively before nodding. "Oh, I know you wouldn't mind. But go ahead, just be careful with the bruises." He scooted out from behind Easton and pulled his knees to his chest to make room so they could bathe comfortably.

"I'm afraid the more I look at you, the more I'll want to take back what I said earlier about not doing anything," Nick chuckled huskily as he stepped into the shower. The steam enveloped them as he wrapped his arms around Mel from behind, burying his face in Mel's neck, his touch lingering with anticipation. Holding Mel tightly, he reached for the soap, his voice low and intimate as he whispered in Mel's ear, "Okay, let's get my baby washed up, shall we?"Nick meticulously applied soap to the washcloth, his movements deliberate and sensual, ensuring it covered every inch of Mel's skin before gently caressing Mel's back. Starting with slow, deliberate strokes, he trailed his hands across Mel's crystal-clear skin, relishing the intimacy of their shared moment. As his hands moved lower, Nick couldn't resist a playful touch, lightly tickling Mel under his arms before continuing with the soap. "Sorry, I had to," he murmured with a hint of desire, "you're just so cute, my dear."Pressing his body against Mel's, Nick's hands roamed over Mel's waist, his touch delicate. His hand glided across the front of his chest while he kissed Mel's neck. He pulled the washcloth back, his voice laced with suggestion as he teased, "I think you can handle the bottom part on your own." With a low, throaty laugh. "Would you like me to wash your hair as well? I'm good at massages, you know." he teased.

Easton turned around, his movements fluid as he focused on Abrose. The warm water cascaded over Abrose's skin as Easton's skilled hands worked the soap into a lather, coating every inch with gentle precision. "I'd like to think I'm always careful with you, except on days you don't want me to be," Easton remarked, his tone playful as he lifted Abrose's arms slightly to ensure thorough coverage. His touch was tender yet deliberate. A soft chuckle escaped him as he continued, his words flowing effortlessly between them. "I think it's become a habit of mine to sprinkle innuendos into our conversations. Now that I've seen every inch of you, I feel entitled to comment on every inch because you're magnificent," he confessed, his gaze lingering on Abrose with genuine admiration. Returning Abrose's arms to the water, Easton leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Abrose's skin as he considered his next move. "You look so cute like this," he remarked, a fond smile playing on his lips. "Should I lift your legs too, or would you rather I leave them be?" He awaited his response with a gentle kiss to Abrose's knees, his affection for Abrose evident in every gesture.

(perfect song for this moment -> Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage)

"And I would be more than willing to let you, darling if I didn't prioritize rest tonight," Mel murmured, raising his hand so that he ran his fingers through Nick's hair. He loved this, the way Nick touched him as if he were the most precious thing in the world, the way his gaze lingered on his body, the way his mouth parted slightly in awe before I curled into a satisfied grin. And that's where Mel's attention stayed for a few moments, mesmerized by Nick's lips. He gently tilted Nick's head down and captured Nick's lower lip with his teeth, before he drew him in closer for a deep kiss. He gasped and pulled back with a laugh, squeezing his arms close to his form to shield himself from any further attacks. Quickly missing their closeness, Nick eventually let Nick hold him again, but not with a few well-placed pokes to his side in retaliation. "You most certainly did not." He whined, taking the washcloth to wash the rest of himself. "I would love that, but only if you let me wash you first." He reasoned, gently backing Nick against the shower wall with a playful grin.

Abrose groaned softly as he was scrubbed down, his eyes fluttering shut in contentment. "I'm glad you're figuring out this human isn't as delicate as we're made outta I be." He teased, lifting his arms and scooting around so Easton could reach him better. "Oh, I've noticed, my dear. But I'm not against it at all." He grinned as he caressed Easton's neck and back, debating on what to do next. "Leave them for now, love. In the meantime, we can switch." He suggested, shifting to kneeling and gesturing to Easton to relax. "After all you deserve to relax as well. let me take care of you for a bit. It seems like for the past few months all you've been worried about is my well-being. What about you, hm?" He asked, gently taking the washcloth and starting to scrub in small circles over Easton's chest and back. "How are feeling about all of this? Are there jobs you're interested in so far? any places you'd like to explore?"

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"Oh," he whispered as he pressed against the wall, his heart racing with anticipation. "Um, of course, my dear," he added, excited as Mel drew nearer. He couldn't help but be surprised that even Mel, with his refined demeanor, harbored such thoughts about him. "I didn't realize someone as refined as you could think of me in that way," he confessed, his voice barely above a breathy murmur. "Knowing I also appeal to your lovely eyes…it's…quite something." Feeling a mixture of desire and restraint, he placed a trembling hand delicately upon Mel's cheek, surrendering to the warmth of his touch. "Meanwhile, it's taking every fiber of my being not to react to your beautiful body. How shameful of me." He admitted. His eyes seemed to shimmer in the dim light, reflecting the depth of his emotions. He cherished Mel not just for his physical beauty but for how he carried himself with grace and consideration for others. No matter the circumstances, Mel always made a positive impression while staying true to himself. At that moment, Nick felt an overwhelming gratitude for having Mel by his side, and he silently vowed to cherish their bond forever.

"Ah, thank you, darling," he replied, a hint of surprise in his voice at Abrose's sudden boldness. Yet, he found himself gladly yielding to Abrose's affectionate gestures. "I suppose I do tend to focus on you quite a bit, huh?" he chuckled softly, his eyes reflecting warmth and fondness. "Well…I've been thinking. Given my background in guarding and policing, I thought it might be a good idea to find some equivalent role here. We haven't explored the town yet, but I'm sure there's some law enforcement presence around. And if not, I wouldn't mind assisting you with your work," he explained, his tone thoughtful. A tender smile played on his lips as he gently pinched Abrose's cheek. "You're so cute for worrying about me," he added, his affection for Abrose shining through in his words.

Mel tilted his head slightly as he paid some attention to washing every surface of Nick's body, starting from his neck and shoulders and then moving onto his chest, mindful of the wound across his torso. "Why wouldn't I, my love? You're beautiful inside and out. Sure you've made mistakes but who here hasn't? You've learned and grown so much just by being here, by wanting to understand how this works, the rebellion, Abrose's true intent, and me. You've given us a chance and you've shown you're willing to change for the better. What could I possibly not love about you?" He met Nick's gaze, fondness and adoration in his eyes. He gave a laugh and shook his head. "I am anything but refined, especially in my past taste in men. But there was something about you that I couldn't quite let be and now we're here." He murmured, leaning in close and letting his lips graze over Nick's neck as he spoke. "You capture my attention every every waking and sleeping moment, my love." He grinned, trailing a light hand over Nick's skin. "You poor thing. Soon sweet love. Tonight is just a taste of what's to come, I promise." He glanced up, his eyes mirroring that same repressed desire. He reached up and pressed a kiss to Nick's lips. "You're mine, mine to love, to cherish, to desire, to proudly call my own and know that no one else can have you." He vowed softly, gently tugging Nick's arm to guide him into the water. As much as he loved the shower, Mel's body was begging to lie down, he was ready to sleep for a very long time.

Abrose smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Easton's cheek. "always, my love." He reassured, setting aside the washcloth to massage Easton's shoulders and back, using a homemade oil that soothed the muscles. "I'm sure they do. Perhaps something closer to what Ezra is. A second for a lord perhaps. I'm not sure if theres an established kingdom here but there has to be city security in town. We can look when we go into town and ask around. Maybe someone will know something about jobs." He mused, smiling softly and carefully moving onto more sensitive areas near the neck and collarbone. "Would you be working? Or will you be constantly distracting me?" He teased, tilting Easton's chin up and giving him a pointed look. "I wouldn't mind you staying here and working with me though. I don't know how comfortable you'd be around the plants though. I'd rather you work somewhere you're comfortable my love." He murmured, leaning into Easton's hand and letting out s sight wine at being pinched. "Of course I do love. This has been a huge change for the both of us. I want to make sure you're okay." He said shyly, rinsing Easton off and hugging him close, just resting his head against his lover's back, breathing in his clean smell and listening to his heartbeat.

Nick chuckled softly, the sound echoing lightly in the tiled bathroom. "I know, I know, my love," he replied, his tone affectionate. With a final rinse, he turned off the shower, the steady stream of water ceasing as he stepped out onto the bath mat. "Bedtime, perhaps?" Nick suggested, extending a hand to guide Abrose out of the shower. Nick reached for a plush towel hanging nearby, draping it gently over Abrose's shoulders. "There we go, all cleaned up," he murmured, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Turning to retrieve his towel, Nick quickly dried himself off before slipping into his pajamas. Once fully clothed, he returned to the mirror to attend to his damp hair, vigorously towel-drying the strands until they were mostly dry. He put on a lotion that helped add moisture and hydration to his face. With a satisfied nod, Nick glanced back at Abrose, a warm expression softening his features. "Ready for bed, my dear?" he asked, his voice laced with affection as he held out a hand to Abrose, ready to lead the way to their cozy sanctuary.

Easton's heart fluttered at Abrose's words, a warm glow spreading through him at the affectionate nickname. He gently pressed his hand against his chest, trying to steady the rapid beat. Simple gestures of affection never failed to touch him deeply, reaffirming his significance to someone else. "I appreciate your concern, my dear," Easton replied, his voice soft with gratitude. "Change can be challenging, but with you by my side, I believe I can weather any storm." Turning his attention to Abrose, Easton reached out to touch his hand, his expression filled with genuine concern. "And how are you holding up? If any aspect of this arrangement makes you uncomfortable, please don't hesitate to speak up. Your comfort is just as important to me as mine." He chuckled softly, a hint of self-awareness in his tone. "It seems I've developed a habit of worrying about others, perhaps a remnant from my days as the queen's right-hand man. Always responsible for everything, it's become second nature to me."

Mel wrapped himself in the offered towel and took Nick's hand to steady himself as he stepped out of the shower. As compelling as the warmth from the shower was, Mel knew the warmth from their bed was better and he was eager to rest. "Bedtime," he agreed, occupying himself by drying himself off and tugging on his pants and robe. "I've been ready since Roi got here." He joked, using the towel to dry off his hair, deciding to let the rest air dry. at worst it would fluff up in the morning which he could deal with later. Mel tugged open the door to the bedroom and hurried over to the bed, the room having dimmed into calming darkness, only enough golden light to be able to vaguely see outlines of furniture and walls. Mel tugged aside the covers before immediately settling into bed and cocooning himself in warmth, leaving space for Nick. He slowly let himself settle into the bed's comfort, feeling all the tension and strain from his body leave him as he let himself relax for what felt like ages.

Abrose paused in his task and pressed a kiss to Easton's hand. "Of course my dear. you've done so much for me, how can I not do the same for you?" Abrose gave a slight shrug and shook his head. "I'll admit it's taken a while to get used to living here. I miss Mel and the rest. I missed my little cottage and my family's grave but I know they'd be proud of me for moving on and loving you. I'll be more at ease when Mel is over here but for now, it's been quite the adjustment. You've done more than enough to help the transition, thank you, my love." Abrose shook his head and reached out to gently touch Easton's cheek. "You are nothing like the fae I first ran into on my way back home. You're compassionate, and kind. You think with your heart and have remorse for people around you, something absent from the person I used to know. She has no hold over you anymore, Easton." he reassured, pressing a kiss to his brow. "after all, you didn't turn me in. Something has had to change for you to make that decision, for you to be here with me now. And I'm immensely proud of you for that."

"Agreed," Nick murmured, his voice in agreement as he emerged from the steam-filled bathroom. With a languid stretch that seemed to release every tension in his body, he settled beside Mel, his movements slow and deliberate. Drawing Mel close, Nick's arm wrapped around him possessively as if seeking to encompass him entirely in the warmth of his embrace. The touch of Mel's skin against his sent a shiver of contentment down Nick's spine, a sensation akin to sinking into a cocoon of warmth after a long, chilly day. As he tenderly caressed Mel's hair, each stroke felt like a gentle whisper of affection, his fingers tracing patterns of love and comfort. With a gentle kiss pressed to Mel's forehead, Nick whispered his goodnight wishes, his words carrying a deep emotion that lingered like a soft melody. Closing his eyes, Nick allowed himself to sink into the sensation of Mel's presence, the warmth of their shared space enveloping him like a soft blanket on a cool evening. With each breath, he felt the weight of the day's trials melting away, replaced by a profound sense of peace and contentment.

Easton felt his eyes start to tear up, and his nose twitched. Quickly, he sniffed and wiped under his nose to stem the flow of tears. "Thank you, darling," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Unable to contain his gratitude, he wrapped his arms around Abrose in a tight hug, squeezing him tightly. "I think it's time to get out now. I feel my fingers starting to resemble prunes," he joked, attempting to lighten the mood as he felt the water starting to take its toll on his skin. "But at the same time, it's so warm and soothing being like this with you." He stood up slowly, allowing the water to fill the bathtub and releasing the water displacement. Then, extending his hand towards Abrose, he pulled him up into a gentle embrace. He felt his stomach grumble against Abrose's, causing him to chuckle slightly. "I think it's time my stomach also gets some food, and I don't mind helping you with the tea. I'm going to have to learn it one day. What if you're sick and need tea to freshen you up? I can't have you getting out of bed in such a condition." He pressed a kiss to abrose's nose before exiting the bathtub. Once Abrose was out, he drained the bathtub and then went to fetch the towels.

Mel watched from his spot in bed as Nick gloriously stretched before slowly making his way to bed, immediately wrapping Nick in his embrace. Mel easily gave into the secure hold and loving murmurs, nestling his head against Nick's neck and idly tracing patterns on his back while he listened to his soothing heartbeat and low sleepy voice in his ears. "Sweet dreams, my love." With one final kiss and a few minute shifts to get impossibly closer, Mel settled against his lover for much-needed sleep. It wouldn't be until late afternoon when Mel awoke slightly from his deep slumber to a light knock on his door for dinner, and even then Mel was still heavy with exhaustion and the desperate need for sleep that all he managed was a mumble of an apology and the promise to eat later. He also silently promised to do something for Esther later for her added efforts in trying to feed them this late after their normal time for dinner.
For half that day and a good portion well into late next morning Mel slept like the dead, barely moving even as Veda poked his head in to check on them after breakfast. Mel only roused from his sleep when the sun's brightness peeked through the part in the curtain a bit too strongly to keep him asleep for much longer, that and the need for food seeing as he had skipped dinner and breakfast and hadn't eaten much the day before.

Abrose's brows creased in concern before he was swept into Easton's arms. "You have nothing to thank me for, my dear. You did all that on your own." He murmured, squeezing Easton until he was ready to let go. He let out a soft laugh and nodded, his fingers having gone wrinkly a while ago but the warm water and intimacy of their bath were too irresistible to make him leave. "I think you're right. We do need food." He chuckled lightly before standing and taking Easton's outstretched hand to steady himself as he stepped out of the tub. "Don't jinx it!" Abrose giggled as he reached for the towel to dry himself off. "Though if I do end up getting sick I would be in good hands I'm sure." Once his hair was mostly dry he slipped into some day clothes, a deep purple tunic, and green linen pants he had come to favor over the months.

Nick had skipped dinner, courtesy of being a heavy sleeper. He felt Mel get up, waking him each time, but he waited for Mel to return and captured him in his arms whenever he settled back into bed. The following day, he woke up to the glare of the sun shining through the curtains, but instead of getting up as usual, he shielded Mel from the light and turned his head into the pillow to protect his eyes. His arms were protectively wrapped around Mel, and his leg was up slightly, pulling Mel closer if possible. After a few minutes of laying there, his stomach started to rumble, and he sighed, releasing his hold on Mel only slightly. Then, he began to pepper Mel's facial features with kisses, whispering little messages in between. Phrases like "Time to wake up, my dear" and "I'm hungry" escaped his lips softly. "If you don't wake up, I'm gonna tickle you and make you wake up." he teased. "I know where all your favorite spots are."

"I won't, I won't," Easton chuckled softly as he followed Abrose out of the bathroom, momentarily taken aback by the sight of his partner. However, he quickly averted his gaze and began to dress himself, his mind racing with playful ideas. "You would be in very good hands. I mean, I could give you massages, and if I learn to cook, then I would be the ultimate partner, wouldn't I?" he mused, methodically arranging his clothing with practiced ease. "Watching you never fails to captivate me, my love," he remarked, stepping closer to Abrose and encircling his waist with his arms, careful not to disturb the carefully arranged outfit. "And your smile is simply infectious," he added, planting a light kiss on Abrose's cheek before opening the door and leading them out of the bedroom they had shared for the past few hours. "I have a feeling today is going to be wonderful," he declared, his tone brimming with optimism and excitement. "Now, which tea were you planning on making, or will it be a surprise?" He bowed his head lightly, signaling for Abrose to cross the doorframe. Old habits die hard.

Mel had been aware for a while that it was beyond the time to wake up hours ago, but he was so comfortable and warm in Nick's embrace and he couldn't help but want to stay here for a bit longer. He gave an appreciative sleepy kiss to Nick's chest, reveling in the moment of peace, even if he was awake. This was how he imagined heaven to be, a warm morning after a good long rest, enveloped in heavy blankets and your lover's arms. Mel couldn't think of anything better. That was until he was playfully threatened with being tickled out of bed, though Mel couldn't lie, the prospect of food sounded too good to pass up. He giggled softly, capturing Nick's lips with his own, and holding his cheek steady to give a proper good morning kiss. "Unfortunately for you my dear, that is unnecessary." He kissed Nick's brow, working his hands through his hair to tame down the bed head while they adjusted to the morning light. "I'm starved, hopefully, Esther left something out. If not I fear we might have to fend for ourselves with what we find leftover in the kitchen." Mel wasn't a terrible cook, no one at the estate was thanks to Esther teaching them all but they all respected her clear passion for providing for others in the form of food and let her be in charge of each meal. "Let's see what we can find." He prompted gently, kissing Nick's cheek before reluctantly slipping out of bed. Quickly slipping into the robe he had abandoned last night before they had gone to bed, Mel tugged open the curtains to let in more warmth and took a moment to admire the beautiful day before retiring to the bathroom to freshen up before they ventured for brunch.

Abrose shook his head with a smile "You already are the perfect partner, my love." He reassured, reaching up and caressing Easton's cheek. "Though the massage and cooking does sound lovely. We'll have to save that for a rainy day when we're stuck here." he blushed at the compliments and reached up to press a kiss to Easton's jaw. "You're the reason for this smile, sweetheart." Abrose stepped through the door, gently taking Easton's hand and tugging him along, a silent request for him to join so that he no longer had to stay behind or wait for anyone now. However, he did take the rare opportunity where Easton was at his height to press a kiss to his lips. "I was thinking of a muscle-relaxing tea, especially after last night. the shower helped but I don't have much confidence that'll last long, especially if we're still planning on heading out later." He explained as he guided them to their kitchen. It wasn't that much bigger than the one abrose had had back in his little cottage but he didn't mind as it was more familiar. It'd be easier for him to keep stock of everything for the store in the future. He found his stash of tea bags and jar of loose-leaf tea blend and started to boil a pot of water on the fireplace. "Any requests for breakfast?" he asked over his shoulder as he measured out the right amount of tea to each of the bags and expertly tied them off.

Nick offered a tired smile, savoring the brief morning kisses before the lure of food pulled Mel from their embrace. He watched as Mel got up, keenly feeling the absence of his warmth, but he didn't linger on it, instead focusing on the prospect of breakfast. With his hair sticking up in all directions and his eyes still glossy with sleep, Nick rolled out of bed and followed Mel's path to the bathroom, moving with the languid grace of someone not fully awake. Without bothering to grab a robe, he leaned against the doorframe with a tired expression. "You didn't have to get up that quickly, you know," Nick complained softly, draping himself over Mel and resting his head on his shoulder. He let out a low groan before pressing a kiss to Mel's cheek. Grabbing his toothbrush, Nick began to brush his teeth while keeping his right hand around Mel's waist, seeking comfort in his presence. "As for cooking, I wouldn't mind whipping something up," he remarked between brush strokes, his voice muffled by the toothbrush. "I lived alone, so I was sometimes cooking for myself. I always felt bad relying on professional cooks, so I asked them to teach me a thing or two. Besides, everything they made seemed so delicious," he explained, rinsing his mouth and wiping his mouth on a nearby towel. "So, I wanted to learn how to make it too," he concluded with a satisfied smile, checking his teeth in the mirror. He then started to rinse his face with water to wake him more, resulting in another wipe, but the same towel he used to wipe his mouth was just on the other side. He didn't notice his hair and instead focused on waking himself up.

"A muscle-relaxing tea sounds wonderful, my love," Easton replied softly. "As for me, I'm quite flexible with my preferences. Whatever you decide to make, I'll gladly enjoy," he added, wrapping his arms around Abrose from behind and resting his head against the warmth of his neck. Despite the refreshing shower they had shared, Easton still felt a lingering sense of fatigue tugging at his limbs. Observing Abrose's skilled preparation of the tea, Easton marveled at the process. "So this is how you make tea," he mused with a smile. "I never realized the intricacies involved. The cook at my mansion must have endured quite a bit of trouble to prepare it," he remarked, reaching out to touch the teabags before hesitating and pulling his hand back. "Ah, let me fetch my gloves," he said, hurrying back to the bedroom to retrieve them. Returning to Abrose's side, he wrapped his arms around his waist once more before carefully handling the teabags. "You seem quite skilled at this. Do you make tea often?" he inquired, admiring Abrose's dexterity as he prepared their morning brew.

"You threatened me by tickling me out of bed, my love. Besides, I am starving. Here I thought you were used to mornings." Mel teased, pressing a kiss to Nick's cheek and guiding him to the bathroom to freshen up. He stayed by Nick's side, even as they bruised their teeth and washed his face, letting the cool water wash away the drowsiness that still clung. "You cook dear?" he asked curiously, helping Nick to tame his bedhead. "You lived alone? I would have assumed you live with Easton or in the barracks with the other soldiers." He mused as he found a brush and sat Nick down on a nearby stool to gently work at his hair. "I'm sure they appreciated your interest. Spirits above know how many times a lord or lady has come up to me complaining or diminishing their staff's help. As if they're nothing more than the help, not people with families to feed." Mel rolled his eyes and shook his head in disgust and decided to focus on Nick cooking something nice before he yanked a little too hard on his hair out of frustration. "So what will be on the menu for today, my love?"

Abrose paused and looked Easton over before rummaging through his stash and pulling out another bundle of dried herbs and flowers as well as a seperate mortar and pestle. He added the dried ingredients into the bowl and started gently crushing the leaves and petals, just enough to break them into smaller pieces and open access to their flavors. Abrose nodded, "Yep, this isn't as complex as medicines or treatments but it deserves no less care and precision." He explained as he carefully poured the crushed content onto a square tea bag of paper. "Half the magic is in the process and intention behind the product. I don't use my magic all the time. Most of the time the purpose behind my work is what makes my remedies work so well. If I have ill-intent behind making my tea, for example, that'll translate into the fn=inal brew. It'll taste acrid and soured rather than sweet. To the untrained palate, that could be considered normal for herb teas, and a fatal mistake in some cases." Abrose shrugged and carefully tied off the little sache, making sure no large holes where the ground tea could escape from the bag while brewing was present. "I've never done anything to kill or even hurt anyone. I'm sure I could if I wanted to but my family wasn't known for dealing with that sort of thing. I didn't want to start even after what happened to them, whether it was justified or not, that wasn't my choice to make." He nodded, waiting until Easton came back to start on his tea, letting him poke and prod at the dried flowers and explore the differences between the whole dried plant and slightly crushed versions. He nodded, setting a few grams aside to sprinkle on his tea later before setting another tea bag. "It was one of the first things I learned how to make. I always liked the aspect of mixing different teas, combining their effects, or seeing how different flavors worked together was always a fun adventure." He explained, tugging himself free from Easton to bring over the boiling pot of water. Setting both tea bags into separate mugs, he poured in water to let them steep before returning to his lover's arms, passing him a cup of tea.