The sun has faded into the horizon, leaving dusk in it’s wake as Koby settles inside Wren’s shop. Their own closed an hour or so ago, though as the workaholic they happen to be, they’ve brought some ‘home’ with them into a place so comfortable it can be mistaken for such. It’s an all too regular routine, given the close proximity of their establishments, along with the close proximity of their relationship. They finished working on their latest sketch only ten minutes earlier, and have since been in the small kitchen area. In their grasp they hold two steaming mugs of herbal tea, chosen specifically to help them both relax after a long day. There’s a dash of something sweet inside, something they’re sure will bring a pleasant little curve to Wren’s lips. Some sort of warmth unfurls inside of their belly in anticipation of it as they carry the beverages over toward where the younger of the pair has been studiously working away. Jewellery, Koby would assume, though maybe they’ll be surprised tonight and be indulged in learning more about another of Wren’s skills. They enjoy nothing more than listening to them, the passion in their voice never going unnoticed or lacking the appropriate admiration and reverence Koby believes it deserves.
“Almost done for the night?” they query, voice lilting and soft like the warm glow trailing in through the windows, basking them in their very own sunset. One cup is placed beside Wren, the other clutched firm in Koby’s left hand as they raise the right to rest long fingers gently upon the smaller’s shoulder, dipping down to press a kiss to their soft, fluffy locks. “What’re you working on? You seem especially focused this evening.” | @wrcnn
