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By lamplight
Leon awoke at an ungodly hour, his eyes registering a warm glow in the hallway outside their bedroom. Despite knowing what the hallway light meant, he flung a desperate arm out on the mattress next to him. As his flopping limb met empty space, the blonde could hesitate no further.
A deep sigh clawed up his throat as Leon sat up and swung his legs off the mattress and into the fluffy slippers waiting below. His left hand felt around the bedside table skillfully, locating his glasses on the second try. The blond placed his glasses on his nose as he trudged down the hallway and towards the cosy living room.
Squinting as the source of light came into direct view - a desk lamp balancing precariously on the edge of the dark rattan coffee table - Leon spotted his partner as predicted.
Nick sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor next to the coffee table. Yet to notice the other’s entrance, his dark brows were furrowed in concentration as he scribbled furiously on a piece of paper.
Leon used this time unnoticed to survey their living space. It soon became evident that the brunet had not remained in bed very long at all.
No less than 5 different coffee mugs sat scattered on various surfaces. Nick loved collecting mugs. Not in a professional manner - what, with set themes and quality standards? No. Instead, the brunet eagerly re-homed the tacky, the oddly-specific, the cringey, the poorly-designed. They were his prized possessions.
He also had the awful habit of never reusing them in one sitting, hence the mugs currently littering the space. The upside of this, though, was that Leon could use the mugs as an accurate tracker of just how much hot chocolate his boyfriend had consumed.
Nick took a deep sip from his current conquest, an ageing ‘I have kids and a sense of humour. What's your superpower?’ mug that refused to chip in the dishwasher. He...
A deep sigh clawed up his throat as Leon sat up and swung his legs off the mattress and into the fluffy slippers waiting below. His left hand felt around the bedside table skillfully, locating his glasses on the second try. The blond placed his glasses on his nose as he trudged down the hallway and towards the cosy living room.
Squinting as the source of light came into direct view - a desk lamp balancing precariously on the edge of the dark rattan coffee table - Leon spotted his partner as predicted.
Nick sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor next to the coffee table. Yet to notice the other’s entrance, his dark brows were furrowed in concentration as he scribbled furiously on a piece of paper.
Leon used this time unnoticed to survey their living space. It soon became evident that the brunet had not remained in bed very long at all.
No less than 5 different coffee mugs sat scattered on various surfaces. Nick loved collecting mugs. Not in a professional manner - what, with set themes and quality standards? No. Instead, the brunet eagerly re-homed the tacky, the oddly-specific, the cringey, the poorly-designed. They were his prized possessions.
He also had the awful habit of never reusing them in one sitting, hence the mugs currently littering the space. The upside of this, though, was that Leon could use the mugs as an accurate tracker of just how much hot chocolate his boyfriend had consumed.
Nick took a deep sip from his current conquest, an ageing ‘I have kids and a sense of humour. What's your superpower?’ mug that refused to chip in the dishwasher. He...
