Lovers 100 : Gossamer
Title: Gossamer
Summery: Theodore watches his lover.
Prompt: 003. Writer’s Choice
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Theodore lay in bed, head resting against the simple wooden headboard as he reclined back. A soft and gentle smile touched upon his lips as he watched his lover, completely entranced by his being.
Andrew shrugged out of his heavy uniform coat, setting it aside. He reached a hand to his neck, tilting his head upwards, as nimble fingers loosed and untied his cravat. He let it hang down on either side of his neck.
Theodore loved to watch him, just to watch, as he went about. He heard himself let out a small, contented sigh as Andrew stood on one foot and wiggled off one polished black shoe, then the next. He tossed them beside the dresser, as he always did.
Andrew slid his fingers beneath the powdered wig, loosening and pulling out the pins securing it in place, grimacing as they tugged at his hair. He set it carefully on the stand and then reached up, pulling the tie out of his hair.
Theodore had always been entranced with Andrew’s hair. He had never seen a redhead before he had met Andrew when they were boys, let alone one so shockingly rich and vibrant. He watched as the light from the fading sun and the candles glimmered and glinted upon the subtle highlights.
Andrew shook his head back and forth a few times, loosening the length of it from being restrained for the day. It fell forward, framing his face, a lock brushing near his temple.
Theodore saw himself in a memory, reaching out and tucking that stray lock behind the curve of his ear.
Andrew loosened the laces on his breeches, but didn’t take them off. He rubbed his face and eyes, stifling a yawn. He tugged his undone cravat off and set it on the dresser, before pulling his shirt over his head.
He plopped down into the chair next to the window and lifted his leg on top of the other, to remove his stockings. His hands slid down the length of his calf, pushing the silken fabric down, drawing it off of his feet. He wiggled his toes, arching his feet and twisting his ankles with the newfound freedom.
He let out a small sigh and leaned back, staring off into nothingness.
Theodore smiled, knowing he was thinking. He idly wondered of what.
Andrew stood again and removed his breeches, tossing them aside with his shirt as he came over to the bed. He lifted the covers and climbed in, shifting and making himself comfortable.
Theodore snuggled close, resting his head on Andrew’s broad chest, wordlessly.
Andrew lifted an arm and laid it around him.
Summery: Theodore watches his lover.
Prompt: 003. Writer’s Choice
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Theodore lay in bed, head resting against the simple wooden headboard as he reclined back. A soft and gentle smile touched upon his lips as he watched his lover, completely entranced by his being.
Andrew shrugged out of his heavy uniform coat, setting it aside. He reached a hand to his neck, tilting his head upwards, as nimble fingers loosed and untied his cravat. He let it hang down on either side of his neck.
Theodore loved to watch him, just to watch, as he went about. He heard himself let out a small, contented sigh as Andrew stood on one foot and wiggled off one polished black shoe, then the next. He tossed them beside the dresser, as he always did.
Andrew slid his fingers beneath the powdered wig, loosening and pulling out the pins securing it in place, grimacing as they tugged at his hair. He set it carefully on the stand and then reached up, pulling the tie out of his hair.
Theodore had always been entranced with Andrew’s hair. He had never seen a redhead before he had met Andrew when they were boys, let alone one so shockingly rich and vibrant. He watched as the light from the fading sun and the candles glimmered and glinted upon the subtle highlights.
Andrew shook his head back and forth a few times, loosening the length of it from being restrained for the day. It fell forward, framing his face, a lock brushing near his temple.
Theodore saw himself in a memory, reaching out and tucking that stray lock behind the curve of his ear.
Andrew loosened the laces on his breeches, but didn’t take them off. He rubbed his face and eyes, stifling a yawn. He tugged his undone cravat off and set it on the dresser, before pulling his shirt over his head.
He plopped down into the chair next to the window and lifted his leg on top of the other, to remove his stockings. His hands slid down the length of his calf, pushing the silken fabric down, drawing it off of his feet. He wiggled his toes, arching his feet and twisting his ankles with the newfound freedom.
He let out a small sigh and leaned back, staring off into nothingness.
Theodore smiled, knowing he was thinking. He idly wondered of what.
Andrew stood again and removed his breeches, tossing them aside with his shirt as he came over to the bed. He lifted the covers and climbed in, shifting and making himself comfortable.
Theodore snuggled close, resting his head on Andrew’s broad chest, wordlessly.
Andrew lifted an arm and laid it around him.