♒: Your muse shows up bruised and bloody at my muse’s door step || 💧 Your muse climbing into the shower with mine (both Felix!)
♒: Your muse shows up bruised and bloody at my muse’s door step
Monty’s lean figure draped against the doorframe as though he had been pinned here, when Felix answered the door— he began to speak, so as to ward off any questions that he didn’t want to answer.
“I’ve always found it unfair to say ‘you should see the other guy’ because, in most cases—“ the faerie coughed, hiding it delicately by lifting his sleeve. He was alarmed at the spatter of red that seeped into the powder blue of the hideous suit jacket, but nonetheless, he lowered his hand, continuing. “The other guy is in excellent shape. That vampire back there?” His thumb jerked towards the thick of the trees behind him, “He’s doing great. Me, however?”
A rustle from behind alerted Monty and he shoved past Felix to step inside, gesturing wildly for the other faerie to shit the door. “I just had to run like, three kilometres and I’m about two pints short of blood. I’m doing terribly.” With the heavy wooden door between them and whatever lay outdoors, Montgomery brightened, pressing a kiss to the other man’s cheek.
“I told you I’d find it.”
💧 Your muse climbing into the shower with mine
He was restless. It wasn’t an uncommon thing, the faerie flipped from his side, onto his back and then onto his stomach, groaning as he realized sleep wasn’t something within reach. Grey eyes slowly pried themselves open and he reached over, patting the spot that Felix had tucked into not a few hours before. Monty sighed, feeling nothing but the coolness of the empty sheets.
Resigning himself to rolling over, he paused, listening intently. Instead of the quietness of his home, he heard the rush of water— sitting up in bed, he caught the seep of light from a closed bathroom door.
Perhaps he wasn’t alone after all. Not bothering with a robe, he slipped out of bed, padding quietly to the washroom. The outline of a familiar figure was recognizable through the gauzy film of his shower curtain and Monty’s lips curved in the contentedness of a smile. He pulled back the curtain, stepping in and tucking his chin into the dip between throat and shoulder, pressing his lips to slick skin. “I thought I was going to have to put your face on a milk carton, it’s too early for you to not be in bed.”