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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2023 10:58 pm
Waru snickered, seeing Eion swaying forth to claim his prize, all tightly bundled against the starkest cold. It warmed his entire heart, “Is incorrigible anything like innuendo? Because yes, yes we are, and thank you for noticing,” he’d appreciate it all like the compliment he believed it to be, unable to dislodge, joyously, the firm thought that - yes - they were going to accidentally burn his house down. He could see a fabulously soft throw catching in the slamming of an oven door now and going up. Though maybe if they were lucky? It’s just be Aelius borrowed sweats that went up, and then they could make another dish entirely.
“Oh, yeah, bowl-whisk, s’quick enough without a mixer. Dunno how much you might consider another shower by the endah this all. Baking is messy work, huh firebrand?” In motion as Aelius rerouted his mind back to wholesome and whole chips chunked in gooey dough. The bowl large, weathered steel pulled from beneath the stove. The wisk came paired with a wooden spoon, left aside, because they had to have something to lick the leftovers off with after.
Especially easy to do when hearing ‘Lex’ spoken aloud made him want to coo, it was such a relief to hear them getting along. To know that all their progress hadn’t been undone by his bullish, impulsive actions. Aelius still loved EI, and hearing that exchange alone would’ve been enough, but knowing the man was also warm to him enough to dance in close proximity around the small kitchenette. All his tension eased while he waited for Eion to read out the first steps.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2023 6:31 pm
"You know I'm part youma," he shot back. "What do I know about behaving?" For as often as being part youma impeded him, he would absolutely capitalize on it as a crutch for his horrific, ill-behaved tendencies. He flashed Aelius a brief, shy smile.
He cast a glance over to Waru. "It means we're broken beyond repair," he answered, matter-of-fact. It was true, too — or so he thought. Waru was always out to flirt, and he was always after whatever would threaten his life the most thoroughly and consistently. Eion was quite convinced that Waru loved the rockslide that nearly killed them all the first time they went into the Scar as much as he loved Faustite, or as much as he loved the thought of wandering into the Rift alone to take on every youma in the infinite expanse. He loved disaster as fiercely as Trey loved his own image.
And Eion? Was an uncultured gremlin of a half-breed that could not be rehabilitated into something respectable. He could not and would not be retaught the ways of the esteemed, because he'd discovered how much more palatable life became when he discarded the very tenets they tried to convey. Doing so had granted him boys in whom he could entrust his heart, teammates on which he could rely, and an unflappable backing of respect when a situation came down to the wire.
He wasn't going to change for cookies. Even if they were cookies made between boys.
His attention went back to Waru, who dug around for a bowl, before Aelius was handing him the phone. He accepted it, and the request, then went scrolling to find the recipe. "******** hell, if I can find any steps…" Most of the page was the author espousing their own credentials, or talking about their life, or other inanity. When he'd finally gone through most of the page and found a listing of ingredients and a few steps, he started with the first one.
"'Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Line a baking pan with parchment paper and set aside.' That's two steps. How the ******** do you preheat an oven? Do I need to be myself for this?" He asked, looking up at Aelius and Waru.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2023 8:03 pm
Aelius glanced over to Waru. "Guess we will be putting you to use then." The words were out and he realized what he said and just shook his head. He knew where that was going too. Was it worth trying to be wholesome at this point?
"Mhm. And I love that side of you too." He responded to Eion casually. "But let's be honest, it's not just your youma side who knows about misbehaving." He tossed a grin at the boy that said plenty about where his own mind was roaming and how much he enjoyed all aspects that Faustite brought. So much for wholesome, even he couldn't keep himself from falling in depravity. Not that it wasn't 100% worth every stumble and step, cause, ********, depravity was fun.
He snorted at the remark of finding the directions. Cause ******** those bloggers and their need to hide recipe under a mountain of BS. It seemed Faustite had found it though.
Aelius then turned and looked at Eion with a bit of incredulity. "I honestly shouldn't be surprised you don't know how to use an oven." Especially considering that Eion had as pampered of a life as Aelius did. Aelius had to learn out of necessity the past few years. "Here, I'll show you."
He moved to the oven and pointed to the dials and buttons on the back of it. "This one here sets the oven to bake. Then this dial here sets the temperature to what we need it to be. After that it's all done. We just wait for it to beep to let us know it hit temp. Honestly, I don't think you'd want to try to bake cookies on yourself. They'd probably just burn with how hot you are."
Yep. ******** wholesome. "You're both bad influences."
He cleared his throat as he glanced back to Waru. "Do you wanna get the dry ingredients together and I'll get the wet ones? Just toss all of yours into the bowl." He questioned as he adjusted the blankets that, regretfully, he knew wouldn't be able to stay on for much longer if they were going to get things moving on the cookies.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2023 12:01 am
With a cat got the cream grin, Waru watched eagerly, tracked the heat of meanings that lay behind the words -- all syrup sweet n loving -- all hinting to him exactly how well Ei'd managed to patch things up between Aelius and himself. Who knew what'd trick he'd dirtily pulled. Didn't really matter, it got the blunette back in their graces, into his home, and Waru was gladder n words for it.
Besides, the only things in the world that deserved to be truly wholesome were: whole milk, whole wheat, donut wholes, whole chocolate chips------ and if he thought about the word whole long enough it became one of those words that seemed strange and he wasn't sure if he was using it in the right context anymore. Like saying zebra until it felt like french-fries that his mind just wanted to reject entierly...
Okay, maybe he was hungry and that was the issue? Hungry. Horny? Something of the same song that lit up the red, orange, yellow parts of his brain n made him want. Especially when Eion was being cute enough that he could've been chewed on, which he knew his boy liked to some extent, n that cute things deserved a nibble -- Of course Aelius was playing along ******** sweetly. In fact, it was probably the nicest he'd seen him since -- what -- the bar? The spiked wine in his apartment living room? Something like that...
His bowl was long forgotten, as entranced as he was in watching the pairs easy back and forth. Little guiding touches that made his heart swell, how they moved like they'd always known each other. Like maybe things would've progressed this way naturally had Aelius had never left. Cause he'd never really left at all, had he? Not in his heart surely! Like---
Like Waru didn't belong.
The thought felt wrong and Waru shook it off dogglike, snorted some smothered laugh for how accurate Faustites complaints on recipe pages were. Waru hated them too, full of adds and pithy bullshit when all he needed were ingredients and a temp. He'd mix his wets n drys when and how he pleased thank you very much!
"Can't corrupt the truly pure, Aelius. So m'sorry, but you've just got a dirty mind. Especially if m'the one you're letting influence you. Cause, like, common sense says you should be immune to even my top tier charms," and he did wink filthily, even as he nodded and started to rummage for nearly correct amounts of flour, baking soda, sugar -- "Not Eions, though, obviously. His charms burn through even the toughest of emotional armors. He's sex on legs. It's a ******** givn'." smiling as in passing by Eion he absolutely managed to get flour places, carelessly, little sifts of it that'd cling to his own rough hands, and Waru occasionally laughed at himself for realizing which fingerprints had healed and which ones were still smooth. It'd been fascinating to learn that - yes - in fact - they did grow back after enough time'd passed!
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2023 6:32 am
Eion smiled smugly at Aelius' comment of putting him to use. "I know." He cast his attention back to the phone in his hands, considering the matter settled. He knew they were all going to be piling into Waru's bedroom before too long, maybe before the cookies were even finished baking, and then one of them would have to go running into the kitchen as soon as they smelled the burning. Or — wait, hadn't Axinite used a timer? Maybe Waru had one, too.
Then Aelius was stealing him out of his thoughts to show him how to operate the oven. It was different than Axinite's oven — simpler in some ways, but not in others. Eion assumed he'd have to see a handful of ovens before he could figure out how to work them, but he'd rather be ignorant about it if it meant spending more time with his boys. "Oh —" Eion remembered to look back at the recipe instead of being hypnotized by how Aelius operated the damned thing. "Says 375." Reaching over Aelius a margin, he tweaked the dial just so. Or about as well as he could approximate 375 without there being a notation for it.
He couldn't help but nod at the comment about burning cookies on himself. "Probably right," he answered, disappointed. That was likely why Axinite never took him up on that offer.
Well, whatever. He was still getting cookies out of this.
He looked up at Aelius at the bad influence comment, then over at Waru, then blinked at both of them. Where did that come from? Hadn't they just been talking about ovens and temperatures?
Eion looked over at the boy when Waru spoke, warming for all his indelible, easy confidence. For how he was, admittedly, quite charming in his own unconventional way. But then he —
Oh ********, did he just —
Eion felt lightheaded, his face flushing red. "Waru, why are you like this?" He asked, feeling arrested with an embarrassed smile on his face, which only flustered him more. As Waru tried to pass him, Eion reached to plaster his hands over Waru's mouth. "Nonono, stop talking."
Then it dawned on him what Aelius had really meant before — "Why are both of you like this?" And his voice might've cracked. Just a little.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2023 5:26 pm
"If it takes a pure of heart to avoid corruption then there's certainly no reason to question my ability to be dirty." He tossed off with a grin to Waru. Honestly, if that was the deciding fact for everyone, then it certainly said a lot about the human race. Ah well, suppose it was more fun this way anyway. Who really wanted to be so pure that they couldn't enjoy the most fun things in life? "I just like to play pretend now and then."
Aelius laughed at Lex as realization dawned across his sweet face. "You make it too easy sometimes. I am sorry." He winked.
Gathering up the wet ingredients, Aelius began to put it all together as Eion instructed. The boy was a natural at giving orders, after all. It was at this time he finally had to conceded to dropping the blanket that was doing the double duty of keeping him warm and masking the scars on his back. He deposited the warm mass onto the couch before returning to the kitchen to resume his duties.
Once things were set on both the dry and wet side, Aelius helped Waru begin to blend them together. "I guess this is where we will take turns, unless you're going to power house through that dough yourself, Waru?" He questioned the man whom he left the bowl with once all of the wet was combined with the dry.
He glanced around to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything but also in an attempt to not feel awkward of blatantly aware of his back being on display. While they hadn't missed anything, something did catch his attention. "Ya know..." He said, eyes falling on the half used bag of chocolate chips. "Who says we need to follow the recipe exactly?" He nabbed up the bag of chips and unceremoniously dumped the majority of the contents left except a few choice chips.
The few left he dumped into his palm. He downed one himself before turning his attention to the other two. With a smirk he offered a chip to Waru, pressing the chocolate to the man's mouth since his hands were very much preoccupied. He turned to Eion then with a raised brow and plopped the chips into his mouth.
As much as he wanted to tease the boy and pretend he wasn't getting s**t, the chocolate was quickly melting and so he dipped his head down to plaster a chocolate kiss on the boy.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2023 11:16 pm
We’re like this because we love you—
An unspoken, easy as breathing thought that filled Waus head as he watched Eion light up like a freshly lit Christmas tree! Boy was redder n Rudolph’s nose, and it was the most adorable thing he’d seen in weeks, months, maybe all damn year! Eion being easily flustered, Aelius playing along.
They were going to be okay.
It was all Waru had ever hoped for, from the start. It was what he wanted so badly — between the snippets of trauma reels n wrapping of burn scars and bouts of world ending jealousy (the world ending battles that nearly took their lives between bouts of downtime) — this, this s**t right here!? People playing in his kitchen, all brightly alive n joyous.
Waru figured I’d he died tomorrow then he’d die happy n satisfied. He could wash his hands of all his regrets just for having been gifted this…
“Do you mean power through eating it? Or mixing it? Cause I could do both Aelius—“ spoken with all sense of tease, his eyes widening for the offer of ditching the instruction booklet save for the most necessary portions! “Oh, yes! ******** the recipe—awhm-mmmmh—” hummed as he licked his lips clean of chocolate, stunned and paying even more attention to the pair before him; one minute he was busily incorporating chunky chips into the thickening batter, the next he was being fed semi-sweet milk chocolate by the most delicate fingers.
A hand models fingers no less.
Waru was suddenly very preoccupied, and not just with holding the bowl steady and stirring all at once. He could do that with muscle memory alone; folding in the delicious bits until it looked ready to get rounded up into balls n placed on a tray. There was something better n cookies getting baked in his kitchen, and if he blinked and missed the postcard perfect moment? He wouldn’t’ve let himself live it down. All the ways he wanted to sear that sight into his brain vault while whistling low and appreciatively at the pair.
“Yanno, Aelius — whatever mess you make of him? You’ve gotta clean it up too. I already did my work today.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2023 4:11 pm
"Careful what you're asking for," Eion cautioned coyly. "If the directions aren't clear, he'll put his d**k in it." It would mean a gruesome end to the cookies, or weird shapes in the dough when it got plopped onto the cookie sheets. He flashed Waru a smile that said you're not the only two who can tease, though it proved terribly fleeting.
His attention switched to Aelius, to the blanket that fluttered to the ground, then to the skin that was left uncovered. He made no comment on it, instead choosing to scoop up the discarded blanket and loop it about himself for some preheated cloth to trap his heat inside.Felt even more soothing for how one of his boys had warmed it up for him, though he expected he shouldn't comment on that, seeing how Aelius postured awkwardly now that the damage was exposed.
Eion could keep his mouth shut, however. Of the three of them, he suspected he was the best suited for that.
But then he was the one getting left out while Aelius decided that the chocolate chips had to be eaten beforehand. Eion couldn't decide whether he liked the dough or the chips better, mainly because that involved tasting them unburnt, and he couldn't remember what they tasted like without being on fire beforehand. He had been in the midst of deciding whether he wanted to admonish Aelius for adding extra or take it as a turn of fortune when the boy began sharing those chocolate chips around, saving a few to feed to his husband, and…
None for him? Eion was about to complain, deciding that he wanted chocolate chips because they were withheld from him, but then Aelius was delivering on another level. Initially, he was too stunned to return the kiss, and instead accidentally dropped his boy's phone, but then he found his bearings in another moment. He was happy to taste chocolate on his boy's tongue, though he broke the kiss a minute later.
"Head to the bathroom after this?" Eion murmured. "See which finishes first," he explained with a glance toward the oven.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2023 7:12 pm
Aelius was gleefully aware at how he had taken his boy by surprise. A knowing smirk lit across his face as the kiss was broken. "Oh, a race then?" He asked ever so innocently as he reached down to retrieve the device that had unceremoniously slapped the floor during Eion's shock. Aelius didn't even spare the device a look as he deposited it on the counter behind Eion.
"Sounds like fun." He said eyes shifting from Eion to Waru who was watching them with his own deep interest. The man was honestly a novelty. The pure love and interest shining in those dark eyes was both fascinating and unnerving for the fact Aelius was pretty sure it was for more than just the man's husband. "Certainly, easier clean up so poor Waru isn't over worked."
Wearing just sweatpants made it...difficult to hide his lack of disinterest in what was put on the table. Still, they had a task to finish.
But first... Aelius swooped down to snatch another quick kiss. "Can't waste any chocolate." Insinuating the boy had left some behind on those sweet lips. Whether anyone noticed if he did or did not didn't matter to Aelius.
He thanked Waru's insight to gather most of what they would need earlier as he finally moved to create a bit of distance between himself and Eion to grab a pan. He then walked over and relieved Waru of the bowl and spoon as he took over the mixing. He needed something else to think about for the time being though, he noted that Waru had done a damn good job himself and the dough likely didn't need much more mixing.
The oven beeped at them declaring it had come to temp. Perfect.
"Just got to get them in the oven and then we're off to the races."
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2023 2:23 pm
Waru was absolutely trying not to choke on a swiped bit of yum from the well mixed batch of batter; caught in a laugh half full of extra chips and gooey dough, because he could only imagine Faustite enjoying chocolate-chip-d**k cookies even more than the regular ones. His boy was right though, had to keep the instructions clear or accidents were bound to happen, the kind that involved an entirely different sort of glaze once they were done.
He tucked the entirety of his joy behind his fist, lapped any remaining sweetness from his fingers, even as his eyes stayed glued to the scene of shared kisses and obvious desire between the pair. He didn't want to miss any of it, not even to blink...
"You two go on n get a head start, I'cn set a timer," and technically he'd set two, one for the cookies, one for the boys. Someone had to be score keeper and watcher of not yet burnt baked goods all in one, "ball 'em up n put 'em in." He was already stealing back his mixing bowl, nudging Aelius with a hip towards the bundled ball of boy that Eion increasingly turned himself into in his endless search for warmth ---Waru had to be careful he didn't climb in the damn oven sometimes -- or use it as a makeshift fireplace.
"Race to the Finish sounds like a title to a really good trashy novel," and Waru was shooing them off with a swat in their direction, a rove of appreciative looks, all while thinking about something with pictures on the front, and in the middle of the pages. Something maybe Eion would read? It was an entire idea -- that ran from pictures to what he'd do if the race became a marathon. He already knew though. If they weren't out in twelve minutes? He was going to start eating the cookies before them. If they weren't out in twenty? He was going to go watch with more than just his ears....
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