@your-lonely-boys || Dante & Eamon || from here
Dante recently moved into the house. Today, he’d finally unpacked all the boxes and finally, the house was beginning to look a little more alive. It was getting late so Dante switched the TV off and slowly slumped upstairs. It was nice and warm upstairs so he casually slipped off his shirt and briefs until he was naked, perks of living alone he supposed. He got into bed, get his alarm for the morning and soon rolled off to sleep.
This man was turning out to be exactly what the home needed, bringing new life to the old structure and breathing energy into the spirit who lived there. He was pleased and contented by how alive he felt, now that someone was living in his home and treating it with such love and respect. Sure, it had only been a few days, but Eamon was already immensely proud to have Dante living here.
He just had to figure out how to thank him without scaring the pants off him.
He sat in the chair across from the bed, an invisible shade with his chin on his fist just watching the man sleep, contemplating his options. Come morning, he had decided to play it safe and, once gathering enough strength to make a corporeal form, hopped onto the bed in his feline guise and curled up at its foot to snooze and wait for Dante to wake.
