06-08-2020, 12:15 PM
The food smelled good. Such quaint homeliness had never featured much in Raffe’s life; in fact he didn’t think he’d really ever had such a meal in such surroundings. His life was ordinary, but not this sort of ordinary, and he watched somewhat bemused as Christian moved around the kitchen trailed by the way Ana looked at him. He wondered if his own parents had ever looked like that, to a surprising flash of pain. He rubbed absently at his chest as he claimed the stool that had been left for him.
Nox seemed strangely contained, and the concern in the room was evident, but at least he was aware now. Everything else would fall into place; it had to. For now Raffe was more than content to enjoy the moment for what it was and press everything else aside for later. He grinned at the comment about the lotus, feeling a flood of warmth that made it difficult to look away from the man who flamed it. “He does,” he told Ana and Christian. “It was a gift. Tending plants is a bit of a hobby of mine. They make a room feel more of a home, you know?”
Nox seemed strangely contained, and the concern in the room was evident, but at least he was aware now. Everything else would fall into place; it had to. For now Raffe was more than content to enjoy the moment for what it was and press everything else aside for later. He grinned at the comment about the lotus, feeling a flood of warmth that made it difficult to look away from the man who flamed it. “He does,” he told Ana and Christian. “It was a gift. Tending plants is a bit of a hobby of mine. They make a room feel more of a home, you know?”