A Dinner Divine, a Dinner Divination.
WHO: L'Amoureux (Peter and Raivis)
WHEN: November 10, Evening
WHERE: Centralia Apartments, Fourth floor, Raivis and Logan's apartment
WHAT: The cards- and the table- have been set. The Lovers have been drawn- but are they upright or Ill reversed?
RATING: A for Affection, Angst and Anything goes~
Harmonic.
Lovely in its hush with the absence of his roommate, the homicidal Biff and the lack of drunken slurs from walkways below, apartment 403 was a warm, cozy cocoon of anticipation never extreme enough to break through that gentle lull. It was a pleasant seventy-six degrees, music softly wound about with the vibrations of motion and the distant suggestion of the outside world, mingling peaceably with scent- the aroma of a meal in the oven, meaty and crisp- and taste- mild spices and fragrant lilies. Today, it was a less abrasive techno beating out of the stereo, like everything else, never too hard, lending to a unity which continued unbroken from earlier quiet shuffling steps in to the locking of the front door to the cleaning, the prepping, the cooking, the rearranging to the busy work which was really just waiting.
His room was pristine. Every room- barring Logan's- was shining. Each flower was fresh. There was a clean linen cloth on the table. Candles in the living room, in the kitchen, waiting to be lit.
Raivis flicked the egg timer on the counter for another fifteen minutes and finally doffed his oven mitts- slung them over the handle to the stove and drifted out to his couch for a few blissful moments of silent contemplation.
It'd be the first time he would be seeing Peter- actually, physically able to see and hear and feel his lover- in at least a week. Work had gone smoothly, dinner was set and Raivis was, truly, the most excited he had been since Halloween.
He lay his head against a cushion, tuned in to the music and gradually, his eyelids fluttered shut.
WHEN: November 10, Evening
WHERE: Centralia Apartments, Fourth floor, Raivis and Logan's apartment
WHAT: The cards- and the table- have been set. The Lovers have been drawn- but are they upright or Ill reversed?
RATING: A for Affection, Angst and Anything goes~
Harmonic.
Lovely in its hush with the absence of his roommate, the homicidal Biff and the lack of drunken slurs from walkways below, apartment 403 was a warm, cozy cocoon of anticipation never extreme enough to break through that gentle lull. It was a pleasant seventy-six degrees, music softly wound about with the vibrations of motion and the distant suggestion of the outside world, mingling peaceably with scent- the aroma of a meal in the oven, meaty and crisp- and taste- mild spices and fragrant lilies. Today, it was a less abrasive techno beating out of the stereo, like everything else, never too hard, lending to a unity which continued unbroken from earlier quiet shuffling steps in to the locking of the front door to the cleaning, the prepping, the cooking, the rearranging to the busy work which was really just waiting.
His room was pristine. Every room- barring Logan's- was shining. Each flower was fresh. There was a clean linen cloth on the table. Candles in the living room, in the kitchen, waiting to be lit.
Raivis flicked the egg timer on the counter for another fifteen minutes and finally doffed his oven mitts- slung them over the handle to the stove and drifted out to his couch for a few blissful moments of silent contemplation.
It'd be the first time he would be seeing Peter- actually, physically able to see and hear and feel his lover- in at least a week. Work had gone smoothly, dinner was set and Raivis was, truly, the most excited he had been since Halloween.
He lay his head against a cushion, tuned in to the music and gradually, his eyelids fluttered shut.