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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 12:14 am
 ɗr. Ϝields╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ On the other side of the bed was the German scientist, Dr. Fields. Since he didn't age, it was hard to tell if he really was older or not, the only indication being his hair being slightly longer. One other telltale sign was the relaxation on his face that replaced the usual scowl, but that could have been because he was sleeping soundly.
He had learned to sleep through Caesar's alarm, it serving as an alarm to let him sleep about fifteen more minutes before he'd have to get up himself. During these times he liked to think back on his life (since the alarm would go off again as soon as he'd fall back asleep). Never in his entire life had he even played with the idea of something like this happening, having a lover that would act like a doting housewife. He had to admit, it was very nice.
Years had passed since he and Caesar became a couple, and in it he found a sort of revelation. He was less angry all the time, he didn't hold as much bitterness as he used to. He was happy. He stopped his pursuit of Decius to spend time with Caesar, and there the two found themselves not being bothered by creatures and hunters all wanting their heads. No, they lived a peaceful and enjoyable life.
Eventually Fields woke up, gazing blearily at the alarm and groaning softly as he realized he had gotten up one minute before the alarm sounded. He turned it off right when it rang and sat up, inhaling heavily through his nose and rubbing his eyes. He looked to the kitchen when he heard noises, recognizing it as Caesar's. He had gotten used to hearing the demon talk to himself. Sometimes it was even amusing to hear the one-sided conversation on his end.
After about thirty minutes of getting ready, the scientist moved to the kitchen, finishing tightening his tie before leaning over and kissing Caesar's cheek.
"Morning," he greeted. His German accent was not as strong as it used to be, but there were still occasions where it caused his words to mesh or he'd find himself at a loss for the right word. "Vhat do you plan on doing today?" he asked while looking around for coffee.╚════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 12:53 am
  The moment he heart rustling in the other room, he knew that his lover was waking up slowly, his suspicions confirmed when the alarm started to blare. Turning on the machine, Caesar listened to the sound of the water heating up inside the machine, looking over as the coffee started to drip into the mug. He thought that the newer coffee machine might be better than the old one because he could at least just make one full cup for Adler without wasting an entire pitcher. Besides, Adler really didn't need so much coffee since he got better sleep.
The shadowy smoke leaves Caesar's body right before he felt a kiss on his his cheek, a small smile gracing his lips as he he turned around to look at his lover who was now being covered in the thick smoke. he still found it weird that the shadows he possessed had a mind of their own, but he was also a little amused at how they seemed to take a liking to the German doctor.
Moving back over to the stove, Caesar took the spatula and used it to flip over the french toast, singing something briefly before motioning towards the coffee machine with the spatula. "Your coffee is on the pot already and should be filled and today I decided on French toast. Michael showed me how to make it last week and I was waiting to try it. I want to put strawberries and whipped cream on it to. It should be delicious."
Retuning to his singing, the demon moved to get a plate from the cabinet, setting it to the side before moving to the fridge to get the strawberries and the cream.
Location:The Kitchen > Fields House > Home
Company:Myself, my shadows and my lover
Wearing: My glasses, my boxers and one of Adler's shirts with slippers and an apron.
Thoughts:He is so cute with that bed hair of his...
Out Of Culinary Talents: 
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 5:22 pm
ɗr. Ϝields╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ Fields briefly glanced at the shadows when they latched onto him. He couldn't hear them or see them. Well, no, he could see them, but when he did it was like seeing a speck of dust floating around or something floating in his eye.
Nevertheless, he moved to the coffee pot and poured himself a glass, waiting a minute before taking a sip. It was good, though it didn't surprise him. Not anymore, at least. He still remembered catching the demon attempting to cook. At first it was... horrible, but now Caesar's got a knack for it and the scientist didn't have to brace himself for pain and starvation.
"French toast? Vhat's the occasion?" Fields mused and glanced over at the pan, leaning his back against the counter. Honestly he was craving some sausage, but he'd love to see what Caesar could do with french toast. Michael, huh? That name rang a bell. Of course, that boy practically lived here too (Since Caesar now slept in the same bed with him, that room was free for the boy to use if he stayed). Fields remembered the first time Caesar came down with him, urging him to let him stay with them. The doctor was adamant about doing the opposite, though soon enough he realized he was on the losing side of the fight, and thus Michael became an addition to their... whatever they were. He liked the boy fine, didn't find him too interesting or annoying, and he didn't come by that much, usually muttering something about work? ╚════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 10:43 pm
The demon smiles to himself as he continues to make the food, stopping a moment to slide the breakfast on the plate before he moved over to the fridge. Call it instinct, but 9 times out of 10, Adler often prefers to have some kind of meat with his breakfast. So, going against what he said and doing as the shadows suggested, Caesar pulls out the sausage. "No special occasion, I have just been wanted to try making it. I know you are big on meats more than sweets though so I will make you some of your favorite sausage to help dull the sweets a little."
One thing that Caesar has been proud of recently, was the fact that his cooking got better, and that Adler starting eating more regularly since he started taking care of the meals. Never did the demon think he would be in this situation, humming along as he cooked a meal for his most important person. He thought that he would never meet someone who could even become important to him, so he tried to cherish this little gift he was given while it was still there. No one really knew how long Adler would live, or even Caesar himself.
As he waited for the pan to heat for the sausage and the meat to thaw a little, Caesar began to add the cinnamon, powdered sugar, whipped cream and strawberry slices. He did his best to make it look neat and edible before taking the plate over to the table with a fork. "Michael gave me some specific instructions this time so I didn't mess up on it like my first time with pancakes. Since I have been working on eating a larger variety of things, my taste is actually improving and helping me gauge how much of the ingredients each meal needs instead of me just pouring it in blindly."
After giving the doctor a quick kiss on the forehead, he returns to the stove and works on getting the sausage links sliced into halves and ready for cooking.
Location:The Kitchen > Fields House > Home
Company:Myself, my shadows and my lover
Wearing: My glasses, my boxers and one of Adler's shirts with slippers and an apron.
Thoughts:he really does love his sausage...
Out Of Culinary Talents:
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 11:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 11:11 pm
Hearing the man speak again, Caesar looked his way and blinked, looking up briefly to think about it before he shrugged his shoulders and turned back around to focus on the sausage. "I still mostly eat peaches because they are the best tasting thing on this earth and I don't really know. He said he might visit if he had time from work. He said he has been helping a teacher out during one of his periods and after school for extra credit as well as taking an extra class. he is a very busy kid. Making the most of his future now that he actually has one."
Soon the sausage was done and he was plating it as well before taking it over to the table and sitting down with the man. As he reached out for a peach from the bowl in the center, he sighed softly and smiled. He was kind of put through a similar hell as me, but for longer than I had. I feel bad for the kid you know? But, in a way, he is better than I ever was. Instead of letting his experience make him bitter and cruel, he let it give him a new appreciation for life. I admire that and I wish I had that sooner. Though I guess I can't complain because my appreciation came in a gorgeous German package."
Lifting the peach to his mouth, Caesar takes a bite, his face morphing into bliss as he chewed the juicy fruit and licked the juices away from his mouth.
Location:The Kitchen > Fields House > Home
Company:Myself, my shadows and my lover
Wearing: My glasses, my boxers and one of Adler's shirts with slippers and an apron.
Thoughts:Such a lovely package indeed~
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 9:35 pm
ɗr. Ϝields╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ "You say he's busy, but vhat if he's actually spending intimate time vith the teacher? You know, like us?" Fields mused while lifting his fork up for another bite. He froze, however, when he saw Caesar take a bite of the peach. He was stuck, mouth a gape, and his eyes tracing the plump drop of juice seductively rolling down the demon's chin and to his thin, hickey-covered neck. He stayed like that for a second, frozen in shock and, admittedly, arousal. Without realizing it, the fork had slipped out of his hand and clanked against the plate, the sound enough to force Fields out of his thoughts. He abruptly turned his head and began to clear his throat into a balled fist, trying desperately to stop the furious blush on his face from spreading. Caesar did that on purpose, didn't he?!╚════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 11:25 am
SmiIkey ooc: Also, I changed both of the posts entirely so there is something completely different to read instead of what I had before.
xxxEven more surprising, he never even thought to ask Michael who the teacher was exactly that he was helping. The only information that Michael gave was that they were a man, and a brilliant doctor who was at the school. Why was that so familiar to him?! And why did it seem like Michael was skirting around something important on purpose to prevent Caesar from putting the puzzle pieces together? "I never considered that Michael would be capable of such a thing. He has changed, sure, but still...sex tends to make people lose sweat and with Michael, that is detrimental. He needs every bit of water he has in his system as far as he says, and I don't sense that he is lying when he talks about his condition as a weakened elemental."
xxxCaesar contemplates this more as he lifts his perfectly ripened peach to his mouth and bites down. Juices began to swim their way down his fingers and his mouth, coating his chin and neck in its sticky nectar. Sighing, the demon sets the peach down on his napkin and works on licking the sweet fluids off his fingers and hand. Having touched the sausage before, there was a slight smokey flavor on his fingertips that he found quite nicely paired with the sweet honey of the peach. But, soon he found it inevitable that he had to go to the sink and rose from his seat to do so. Untying the apron straps wrapped around his waist, the demon lifts the material off himself to reveal his scarred naked chest peaking through his open shirt. Well...through Adler's open shirt. Caesar usually didn't get dressed in the mornings and would often cook and walk around the house in nothing but one of Adler's bigger shirts and his boxers. Maybe even just the shirt. Today it was not the latter. For the sake of not causing Adler more emotions than he can handle so early in the morning, Caesar decided to at least wear his briefs and not flash his lover with his fully naked and scarred body.
xxxAfter setting the apron carefully on the hanger hook stuck on the wall next to the fridge, Caesar makes his way over to the sink where he grabs s clean rag and begins to wet it. When it was wet enough to do the job, the demon worked on cleaning himself. Adler? Do you believe that Michael is hiding something from me? I don't feel like he is deceiving me per say, but I have the nagging feeling that he is failing to tell me something that he knows will cause unrest in me. But I don't think he notices that not telling me is having the same effect as me knowing...unless he knows I will respond violently to what he is hiding."
xxxFinding himself cleansed enough, he rinses off the rag and rings it out before he hangs it over the wall that splits the two sides of the sink. He then turns towards his lover, seeking out his honest opinion on the matter, but instead comes to a point of blinking in surprise at Adler's face. The doctor was looking away from Caesar and his cheeks where brightly tinted with a pink that almost matched Caesar's eyes. "Adler? Is something the matter? Are you sick?"
xxxConcerned, the demon makes his way back over to the lover he has come to adore, and rests his hand on top of his broad and muscular shoulders. He could never say enough how much he loved the way Adler's body was formed. It was as if whatever creator there was, took their time to make sure every piece of bones, muscle and skin melded well together to create this amazing being.
xxxTrying not to get too distracted by Adler's perfect physique, Caesar leans his body forward to watch Adler's expression in the current moment. Immediately, he recognized the look the man had and chuckled softly in realization. " Adler...Are you turned on right now? So early in the morning? Perhaps it would have been okay to go without my underwear after all? Should I remove them for you?" Obviously, by his expression and his tone, he came off as playful and teasing, though his eyes could tell you his excitement of the idea as his fingers pulled on the fabric of his own briefs.
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