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 Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2021 2:50 pm
"I'm into that," Priam confirmed. He reached for the fresh roll of bandages on his bedside table and began to carefully wrap his arm up again. It just seemed like the better option to be cleanly for kitchen time, and the arm was gross enough to look at. He'd practice better care of it later, when he wasn't going to be around food.
"The mechanics of a revolving door seem a little complicated. We could compromise though. You could be my reading nook, I could just come curl up in your arms instead."
It was a nice idea, but he wasn't going to put much stock into it; he could bury himself into a book for hours on end and didn't imagine he'd be able to keep Yu still for that long--even if he could convince him to stay with him by offering to read out loud.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2021 5:38 pm
“I…could do that.” He replied with a small nod. “If I can’t read clearly over your shoulder, you might have to read to me though.” “I… bet we could figure out the door though, You read a lot, and I can put nails and hinges on things! Plus sterling is tall…and Ilya is…somehow taller. We could do a lot.” He nodded. “Plus, I want to do something for Ilya, something more than soup since he lost his garden to Michael.” He sighed softly. “When we both feel better, I could use your help, if you’re willing. Sterling too… “
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2021 8:39 pm
Priam had finished wrapping his arm and nodded. "I'll help with anything," he said, and hoped that making enough plans would give Yu enough to hold onto that he wouldn't forget it when he purified.
"I'm sure there's nothing we can't do if we put our minds to it."
Arm bandaged, he pulled down his sleeve to cover it. He didn't want to think that all these plans and dreams might turn into 'could have beens'. He wanted to lay on Yu. Wanted to be wrapped in his arms. Wanted to share his stories with him.
"I like Ilya well enough." And, if he hadn't been around, who knew what else might have gone wrong? Would Yu have ended up somewhere worse? How long would it have taken Sterling to be found in the snow? "What do you have in mind?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2021 8:57 pm
“A…. Greenhouse.” He said hesitating. “But I … don’t know how to set glass. So I thought we could find old windows. It looks like people have done that before. I just need, frames and things and probably extra hands.” He admitted. “And… probably someone to help me figure out the best way to put them together or it’s going to leak everywhere and get snow it and, well, it’d just be useless.” He sighed. “So… yeah, going to need all the help I can get.” He offered a sheepish smile. He put himself back together too, shirt, and bracelets. “The good news is for our current project, I have a frozen chicken Caracas stuffed in the back of the freezer, because I kept meaning to make soup, and kept putting it off.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 6:34 am
"Oh, a chicken carcass. My favorite project," he said, not quite dryly but with visible amusement; he captured Yu's hand when he was ready to go and held it as they left the room. He was mindful, so mindful, of every little step, every little swing of their hands, making sure that he didn't do anything to cause any pain. He wasn't ready to give up contact with him just yet, and a part of Priam just hoped that every little moment of love was another moment of strength, another reason to keep these memories.
"I can't claim to be any good with projects like that. You saw the construction in my house, just little bits and pieces. I wanted a fairy tale cottage, but. I guess living with my two wonderful boyfriends trumps that, so I can't complain. However, I do have an infinite amount of free time, these days. I'll see if I can't do some research while I'm 'resting in bed'. I think it's a good idea. His poor garden looks so sad."
Maybe he'd have had a plan to keep everything alive during the winter; Ilya had done nothing but clean up his lawn after it had been torn apart. He'd made no effort to replant anything, and from what Priam knew, there was only a small collection of herbs growing in the windowsill inside Ilya's home.
"You and him seem to make a good team, when you're working together." Not just the potential for fresh herbs combined with Yu's culinary genius. "...Are things better between you two now?"
There had been tensions. Uncertainties. Everything blended into a weird mix, and they hadn't talked about things for a while. Yu had been so wary of Ilya after he found out what he did for a living--though that probably wasn't much of an issue now that Michael had tried to use Yu's history like it was a weapon. And, all the fighting. All the pranks and tricks and--everything Michael had done, Priam supposed, to try and tear him apart.
But now, through it all, they seemed to have sorted things out. Enough that Yu wanted to cook for him again--and to build him a greenhouse. He wondered how much was out of gratitude and friendliness, and how much was out of a need to fix everything Michael had done.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 8:07 am
“Well, you might have to help define what makes a good fairy tale place. But I bet Sterling would be into that too, and I could help! I mean… you probably don’t want me raising indoor plants, I’m mostly good with the plants that just refuse to give up… or tearing them out.” He admitted. “But we could do … like, those fake flowers. Some of those look really real. I mean until the sun gets them but… that’s pretty…fairy tale right? Or…uh…Fake gingerbread? If I used real gingerbread the creatures would eat it, and um… probably be really sick because baking is almost as bad as pastry cooking.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 8:14 am
Priam just laughed. "The most important part of any fairy tale is the happy ending, Yu. Nothing else matters quite as much as that. I wanted...I wanted a place that felt like home, and I always felt at home in fairy tales. But," he squeezed his hand. "...This is more like home than anything I ever had alone."
The idea of a gingerbread house nearly made him laugh. "We can decorate the house like a gingerbread house for Christmas, but I think I might get tired of it year round. And any sort of indoor plants--I can't imagine Oreo or the dogs wouldn't get into that. I don't need more than we have. You and Sterling made a beautiful home even before you welcomed me into it. I'm just happy I can call this my own, too. And you." He kissed a cheek. "I love being able to call you my boyfriend. I feel greedy, with both you and Sterling, but."
A part of him wanted to say that no one else wanted him, and they were already together, so he felt like a nice attachment to their relationship, but ultimately there was no place for any self-deprecating thoughts.
He was happy with them, and if they were happy with him, he didn't need anything more.
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