Post by Cane Lucius Hadrian on Feb 10, 2011 8:47:18 GMT 10
Cane sat up and looked around him, the little red numbers on Ian’s clock read 7:47. He knew he always woke up early but he didn’t want to this time he just wanted to sleep in and enjoy Ian’s embrace, but there was a very loud protest from his stomach. He got up and looked for his clothes before anything else, he found his underwear hanging from one of Ian’s pictures on the wall and his pants were under the bed. He didn’t feel like bending down to pick them up so he just walked out in his blue boxer briefs, and an undershirt. He looked around his house before going down the flight of stairs to the bottom level, he thought it was very antique setting for someone like Ian but then he remembered his dad also lived here, and was probably hundreds of years old, so the antiqueness was normal for him.
He slowly stepped on each stair hoping they didn’t creak and wake Ian, as he safely reached the bottom the cold marble was an unwelcome shock to his half-asleep body. It was like a jolt and washed all drowsiness from him, he groaned in annoyance but kept looking around. It felt like he was intruding but the sounds his stomach were quite unpleasant. He searched and search going throughout a couple rooms until he found the kitchen, and like the other rooms it was nice neat and had that I’m very old and superior feel to it, then his eyes landed on the fridge and he almost moaned at the sight.
He walked over and pulled out the necessary ingredients and utensils needed for the perfect French toast, after pulling everything out he set them down on the island and went to turn the stove on. While the French toast was cooking he searched for some powdered sugar to give the toast some extra flavor, while searching he could hear the buzzing. Maybe because of the heightened fairy senses, or something else he could hear a phone vibrating, his or Ian’s he didn’t know but he decided to ignore it. He turned the stove off and removed the toast and set up two plates on the little bar counter, satisfied with himself Cane started to eat when he heard the buzzing again. It reminded him that he did not live here and he was a guest, so he went back up the stairs to wake Ian for breakfast.
He lightly pushed the door open and stepped inside; Ian was still sleeping with his arm behind his head and mouth slightly ajar. Cane was tempted to go over and try something but he didn’t want to disturb him, but the buzzing broke through the silence once again, he walked over to his pants and looked at his phone sliding down the lock screen but there were no new notifications. The sound was annoying but he was also a little curious as to who was so persistent to keep testing or calling Ian. He looked for his pants and found them behind the door; he stuck his hand in the front right pocket pulling out a sleek black phone. It resembled his own only this one had a keyboard, but he unlocked the phone and looked at his status bar, it read 3 new messages in all, he was tempted to look at them but he didn’t want to ruin what he might have with Ian. So he looked through his pictures seeing if any of his artwork was on there, but he was surprised that the some of the recent pictures were of him and another guy. He didn’t know how to feel, confused, angry, hurt. No he refused to feel hurt, he had barely met this guy and he wasn’t about to get all emotionally distraught over some pictures he barely knew about. For all he knew they were broken up, or they were still together, but Cane did ask him if he was taken, but people do lie, but he seemed so sincere. Ugh!!! He stopped himself and put the phone up, no no no , he would not do this, he put the phone back in the pocket and walked out of the room, opting to put his food in the microwave for later.
He slowly stepped on each stair hoping they didn’t creak and wake Ian, as he safely reached the bottom the cold marble was an unwelcome shock to his half-asleep body. It was like a jolt and washed all drowsiness from him, he groaned in annoyance but kept looking around. It felt like he was intruding but the sounds his stomach were quite unpleasant. He searched and search going throughout a couple rooms until he found the kitchen, and like the other rooms it was nice neat and had that I’m very old and superior feel to it, then his eyes landed on the fridge and he almost moaned at the sight.
He walked over and pulled out the necessary ingredients and utensils needed for the perfect French toast, after pulling everything out he set them down on the island and went to turn the stove on. While the French toast was cooking he searched for some powdered sugar to give the toast some extra flavor, while searching he could hear the buzzing. Maybe because of the heightened fairy senses, or something else he could hear a phone vibrating, his or Ian’s he didn’t know but he decided to ignore it. He turned the stove off and removed the toast and set up two plates on the little bar counter, satisfied with himself Cane started to eat when he heard the buzzing again. It reminded him that he did not live here and he was a guest, so he went back up the stairs to wake Ian for breakfast.
He lightly pushed the door open and stepped inside; Ian was still sleeping with his arm behind his head and mouth slightly ajar. Cane was tempted to go over and try something but he didn’t want to disturb him, but the buzzing broke through the silence once again, he walked over to his pants and looked at his phone sliding down the lock screen but there were no new notifications. The sound was annoying but he was also a little curious as to who was so persistent to keep testing or calling Ian. He looked for his pants and found them behind the door; he stuck his hand in the front right pocket pulling out a sleek black phone. It resembled his own only this one had a keyboard, but he unlocked the phone and looked at his status bar, it read 3 new messages in all, he was tempted to look at them but he didn’t want to ruin what he might have with Ian. So he looked through his pictures seeing if any of his artwork was on there, but he was surprised that the some of the recent pictures were of him and another guy. He didn’t know how to feel, confused, angry, hurt. No he refused to feel hurt, he had barely met this guy and he wasn’t about to get all emotionally distraught over some pictures he barely knew about. For all he knew they were broken up, or they were still together, but Cane did ask him if he was taken, but people do lie, but he seemed so sincere. Ugh!!! He stopped himself and put the phone up, no no no , he would not do this, he put the phone back in the pocket and walked out of the room, opting to put his food in the microwave for later.
