Azahr leaned back, fingers lifting from the page to shove through his hair. He was growing more frustrated as the day wore on. This shouldn't be so hard, he mourned. But how could he study the ancient glyphs when a certain face held the majority of his attention? Azahr shook his head and blinked hard. This was foolish. Finish the work. A chill traced over his skin. Yes, he had to work. It was almost an echo in the small room that he called his apartment.
But some things were stubborn and his memory danced back in time instead of focusing forward. It had happened in the Red Dragon. He'd gone to the inn for the same reason he always went to the inn; to see friends and enjoy the warm fire. Sometimes he saw his cousins, sometimes others he'd started to count as special; the man with the silks, the silver haired elfess who always seemed to have a smile for him, the good doctor that seemed such a gentle soul. Those were the ones he went to see. He wasn't counting on chance meetings.
At that thought gray eyes danced over his shoulder toward his bed, a smile teasing at his lips. Azahr pushed away from the desk, leaving the chair to drop into the squeaky bed. He rolled onto his stomach and rested his face in the pillow, inhaling deeply. He held his breath for a moment then flopped over onto his back. The exhale came with a blossoming grin, fingers lacing on his chest.
Azahr liked fruit of all kind but at the moment he found himself more taken with strawberries than ever before. His eyes closed, lips still wearing a smile turned almost dreamy.
The couch, press of a body next to his, the warmth of the fire and murmurs of conversation, questions came and answered .. all mingling with the ever so faint scent of strawberries. A walk home, fingers touching. Cinnamon and nutmeg. Again with the press of a body against his, more strawberry. His eyes drifted closed as the memories continued. Murmurs, fingertips on skin and a happy tangle of an extended cuddle followed by a sweet peaceful slumber. Breakfast with icing and sweets for his new friend. A friend that had pretty much derailed his ability to think straight on the task at hand.
The apartment seemed colder, emptier without Cole's presence, voice and energy. Azahr's chest rose and fell on a sigh, fingers dancing on his chest. No distractions, something tugged inside. He argued with that insistent impression, Cole was not a distraction. Azahr felt more centered than he'd felt in a long time, warmer even. It was a feeling that was only marred by the distinct longing for a repeat. A repeat and, well, who knew what else? Cole had seemed willing to get together again and Azahr found himself hoping for it more and more. His eyes drifted closed; a quick happy sigh. Slumber took him once more into a gentle place of happy dreams.
Ensconced in his dreams, he didn't notice the pages of the book fluttering.
But some things were stubborn and his memory danced back in time instead of focusing forward. It had happened in the Red Dragon. He'd gone to the inn for the same reason he always went to the inn; to see friends and enjoy the warm fire. Sometimes he saw his cousins, sometimes others he'd started to count as special; the man with the silks, the silver haired elfess who always seemed to have a smile for him, the good doctor that seemed such a gentle soul. Those were the ones he went to see. He wasn't counting on chance meetings.
At that thought gray eyes danced over his shoulder toward his bed, a smile teasing at his lips. Azahr pushed away from the desk, leaving the chair to drop into the squeaky bed. He rolled onto his stomach and rested his face in the pillow, inhaling deeply. He held his breath for a moment then flopped over onto his back. The exhale came with a blossoming grin, fingers lacing on his chest.
Azahr liked fruit of all kind but at the moment he found himself more taken with strawberries than ever before. His eyes closed, lips still wearing a smile turned almost dreamy.
The couch, press of a body next to his, the warmth of the fire and murmurs of conversation, questions came and answered .. all mingling with the ever so faint scent of strawberries. A walk home, fingers touching. Cinnamon and nutmeg. Again with the press of a body against his, more strawberry. His eyes drifted closed as the memories continued. Murmurs, fingertips on skin and a happy tangle of an extended cuddle followed by a sweet peaceful slumber. Breakfast with icing and sweets for his new friend. A friend that had pretty much derailed his ability to think straight on the task at hand.
The apartment seemed colder, emptier without Cole's presence, voice and energy. Azahr's chest rose and fell on a sigh, fingers dancing on his chest. No distractions, something tugged inside. He argued with that insistent impression, Cole was not a distraction. Azahr felt more centered than he'd felt in a long time, warmer even. It was a feeling that was only marred by the distinct longing for a repeat. A repeat and, well, who knew what else? Cole had seemed willing to get together again and Azahr found himself hoping for it more and more. His eyes drifted closed; a quick happy sigh. Slumber took him once more into a gentle place of happy dreams.
Ensconced in his dreams, he didn't notice the pages of the book fluttering.