☼ @fckolyvar ☼
The party had been hectic, to say the least, but at least it was over now. It was over, and they could go home. The police cleared them to leave after a few simple questions - Soleil Fournier, freelance artist, I am just here with my boyfriend, Olyvar Peters. Now, they were settling into a new normal. Soleil had set up a makeshift studio in Oly’s home, and he absolutely didn’t mind getting to see Olyvar much more frequently than he had before.
That morning, Oly had been out, and Soleil had gotten himself up to paint. He heard the door open - Oly was home - which brought a smile to his face. Setting down his brush, he turned towards the door, stretching his arms above his head. “Hello, you... how has your day been so far...?” Finally pushing himself to his feet, he crossed the room to give Oly a kiss, smiling up at him. Olyvar really was a beautiful man, a beautiful soul; there was no wonder that Soleil had fallen in love with him. This new normal was definitely something that he could get used to.
