Re: FILL: Switched at birth - Emmett/Toby - Like Rolling a Ball of Clay - PG - 2/2ladyknightankaJune 27 2011, 19:26:30 UTC
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The bedroom door immediately swung open, and pain left the forefront of Emmett's mind when he saw the way Toby was haloed by the golden light inside, but before he could cave to his urge of capturing the moment with his camera, the tall blond was at his side, stooping to tenderly cradle his foot.
“Sorry,” Toby mouthed, his blue eyes apologetic.
Emmett swallowed dryly, then pointed a finger at his chest, replaced it with his thumb, and thumped the area two times. I'm fine.
Toby smiled happily and stood up, lacing the fingers of both of his hands with Emmett's, which the younger man allowed. With them in his grasp, he started to slowly walk backwards, returning to their bedroom, with the redhead in tow.
The subtle scent of vanilla assaulted Emmett's nostrils as they crossed the threshold, Toby leading him to a small table that had been set up in front of their bed, decorated with a silk cloth, candles and covered platters of food, with a single rose in a vase at the center, and he suddenly felt paranoid.
What was Toby doing? Was he trying to be romantic? Had Emmett forgotten a special occasion? Was he being buttered up before receiving bad news?
With his hands trapped, he couldn't exactly ask any of the questions that were beating around his skull, so he was left hoping his critical gaze would be enough to relate them.
He let himself be coaxed into one of the two chairs available, then furrowed his eyebrows when Toby bent in front of him again, watching as the older man's blue eyes flicked to a small box, velveteen and blue in appearance, before those vivid orbs rose to meet his.
Toby looked nervous. As a musician who performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people, that in itself was strange, but his smile, at least, was genuinely bright.
His hands began to move, first cupping over each other, then rolling as if there was something to be molded, perhaps a ball of clay, between his palms.
Before he had even pointed to himself, which would finish his question, Emmett clasped his fingers into a fist and rapped sharply on air. Yes, Toby, Yes!
He pulled the blond back into a standing position with a strength neither of them knew he had, but any surprise was lost when they began to kiss.
Marry me? Toby had signed, and what better way was there to make up for a bad day?
Re: FILL: Switched at birth - Emmett/Toby - Like Rolling a Ball of Clay - PG - 2/2ladyknightankaJune 27 2011, 23:11:38 UTC
Thank you! I find Toby to be really sweet and understanding on the show, so I can imagine him trying to be romantic, but Emmett is just too suspicious by nature to fall into his hands after such a gesture. xDD
The bedroom door immediately swung open, and pain left the forefront of Emmett's mind when he saw the way Toby was haloed by the golden light inside, but before he could cave to his urge of capturing the moment with his camera, the tall blond was at his side, stooping to tenderly cradle his foot.
“Sorry,” Toby mouthed, his blue eyes apologetic.
Emmett swallowed dryly, then pointed a finger at his chest, replaced it with his thumb, and thumped the area two times. I'm fine.
Toby smiled happily and stood up, lacing the fingers of both of his hands with Emmett's, which the younger man allowed. With them in his grasp, he started to slowly walk backwards, returning to their bedroom, with the redhead in tow.
The subtle scent of vanilla assaulted Emmett's nostrils as they crossed the threshold, Toby leading him to a small table that had been set up in front of their bed, decorated with a silk cloth, candles and covered platters of food, with a single rose in a vase at the center, and he suddenly felt paranoid.
What was Toby doing? Was he trying to be romantic? Had Emmett forgotten a special occasion? Was he being buttered up before receiving bad news?
With his hands trapped, he couldn't exactly ask any of the questions that were beating around his skull, so he was left hoping his critical gaze would be enough to relate them.
He let himself be coaxed into one of the two chairs available, then furrowed his eyebrows when Toby bent in front of him again, watching as the older man's blue eyes flicked to a small box, velveteen and blue in appearance, before those vivid orbs rose to meet his.
Toby looked nervous. As a musician who performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people, that in itself was strange, but his smile, at least, was genuinely bright.
His hands began to move, first cupping over each other, then rolling as if there was something to be molded, perhaps a ball of clay, between his palms.
Before he had even pointed to himself, which would finish his question, Emmett clasped his fingers into a fist and rapped sharply on air. Yes, Toby, Yes!
He pulled the blond back into a standing position with a strength neither of them knew he had, but any surprise was lost when they began to kiss.
Marry me? Toby had signed, and what better way was there to make up for a bad day?
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Hope it came out how you wanted. ♥
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