There's so many I could read, but they all are filled with lies
After several nights of living in blissful domesticity in their new home, the newlyweds finally had to venture out and face the real word. Well, Julien had to venture out and check on how things had been going with Logan, and Eden, after a terribly long goodbye with Julien, had retreated to his (still only half unpacked) study to work on his latest story.
Currently he was sitting on the floor, having run out of space on his desk, amidst a scattered cluttering on books and notebooks and various writing tools. His laptop sat open in front of him, his fingers ticking away at the keys as he let his inspiration sweep him up and into a trance. There was a pen dangling from between his lips, and he didn't even notice that it had leaked slightly, staining his bottom lip blue.
Eden paused in his writing to push his bangs out of his eyes, drawing in a slow breath (and taking a moment to love the smell of his and Julien's new home) through his nose to refocus his senses, then returned to his work, intent on writing the entire night away.
Currently he was sitting on the floor, having run out of space on his desk, amidst a scattered cluttering on books and notebooks and various writing tools. His laptop sat open in front of him, his fingers ticking away at the keys as he let his inspiration sweep him up and into a trance. There was a pen dangling from between his lips, and he didn't even notice that it had leaked slightly, staining his bottom lip blue.
Eden paused in his writing to push his bangs out of his eyes, drawing in a slow breath (and taking a moment to love the smell of his and Julien's new home) through his nose to refocus his senses, then returned to his work, intent on writing the entire night away.