— @blasphcmovs
— A HAND GLIDES OVER THE OUTSIDE OF A MARBLE VASE as Ferdinand admires the crimson roses he’s brought to their shared home - initially a gift for Hubert , along with a jar of expensive coffee beans he found at a shop near the outskirts of town & a book on mythos , just due to the fact he feels any occasion merits these sort of things. But while he’s been home by himself , a few things have crossed his mind - the scissors lay in the bathroom unattended to where Ferdinand originally went back and forth on whether he should cut the long , sunset locks of hair he’s grown over the years. And then he also thought about making the coffee itself , but the evening would be an inopportune time if Hubert wanted to get his rest , would it not ?? So he’s left to ponder on his own as he looks at the flowers , and lo and behold does he hear the front door unlock , unmoving as his eyes glance in its direction before falling back to the flowers. ❝ Exactly on time , ❞ he mutters with a small smile , before turning back to the vase and allowing the smile to widen slightly. A clear of the throat as he stands up straight. ❝ I was waiting for you ; I got you a few things , and also wanted to ask some opinions , if you would not mind. But of course , I will let you get settled in first. ❞
&& — COMING HOME IS ALWAY’S HUBERT’S FAVORITE PART OF THE DAY. not because he hates his job , but rather because he finds himself feeling more comfortable in the presence of others , whether it be old friends to his . . . roommate , he supposed , the title seemingly inadequate yet no other definition can come to his tongue that didn’t have romantic implications. not that hubert would mind such a thing , the corners of his mouth twisting upwards at the mere thought of it. it’s a future that often captures his attention ; the rest of an eternity with him not being as bad as he would have previously assumed. if anything , it’s his preferred end - one with the aroma of tea filling his senses as he steps into the door of a small cottage , just for the two of them , plants littered around the house for them to tend to , maybe a small creature at some point.
and the sight is similar to what he sees as he opens the door to their house , the expression on his face turning to pure admiration as he steps inside. “ opinions ?? ” he raises an eyebrow , carefully placing his keys down along with his leather bag. “ as well as gifts . . . oh , ferdinand , what did you do ?? ” he’s merely teasing , a soft , gentle tone taking over what is usually his unapologetically stern and harsh voice. “ it’s ironic that you say such a thing , though , as i have also picked something up for you on the way home. of course , i’m sure you can immediately guess what it is. ” he glances over to him , then back to his bag. carefully , he digs through it , pulling out the two small jars of tea leaves before gently placing them down on the counter. he only stops to adjust the bright red bow wrapped around them , straightening it so his gift is perfect before turning back to ferdinand. “ though , i must ask as i am curious. . . what do you need my opinion on ?? ”
