Scintillate || Self Para
Letting out a soft groan from under the comforter, Wesley mustered enough energy to shimmy his way closer towards the middle of the bed. He peeped an eye open when his head hit his lovers set of pillows, but not his lover. Instead there was an empty space that felt cold, long since abandoned. With a sigh he sat himself up, rapid blinks helping to adjust to the bright morning sun that was seeping through the bedroom curtains. A stretch, a yawn, and a few cracked joints were enough to set him off on a journey to find Caelan... but not before he halted back to snatch his glasses off the night stand, finding someone would be easier done when able to see.
It wasn't until he was down the stairs did he find a trail that could lead him to his husband. Following a particularly attractive scent that fit for such time it was in the morning, he finally found what he was looking for. A mess of blonde, untamed hair and still clad in his own pajamas was Caelan in the kitchen. Wesley lets a goofy grin take over his features; no matter the years things like this, the quiet moments of watching their other half do seemingly simple and sometimes overlooked tasks. "What's cookin' good lookin'?" Wesley snickered out as he leaned against the doorframe.
"Really, Wes? How many years and you still haven't learned." Wesley's chuckling only increased, but at least he had his beaus attention in a non-startled way. "Hey, I still got you, hook, line, and sinker. Amirite?" with a push and a grin Wesley moved into the kitchen, peering over Caelan's shoulder - his question more than just a pun to use at the perfect time. The delicious smell wafted to match the delicious man he was wrapping his arms around. "Yes, your salad whisking and unfathomable large amount of cardigans were the turn ons of the century."
"Never gonna let it go." What was spoken under Wesley's breath was easy listening for Caelan considering said speaker was right next to his ear. "Never, babe." Caelan snickered, both heads turning to meet in the first morning kiss. Just a simple smooch, but always needed to kick-start one anothers day. "Just like that one time you punched me in the face, and many other things, but we won't go into them." Caelan quickly added, a smirk thrown in the way of a groaning Wesley. "I've told you years ago and still to this day will continue to say I'm sorry for that. Hidden anger issues were not fun times." His shoddy defense only got him an amused grunt in return as Caelan moved around to dish up the now finished food.
"Hey, you wouldn't of married me if you haven't forgiven me for being the shittiest boyfriend." Wesley crossed his arms, leaning against the counter as he watched Caelan. "Maybe I'm only after your money." Caelan joked back. "Well considering who's side of the family's property we're living on, I'd say that'd be the other way around." His own comment prompting his eyes to wander around the spacious kitchen. The vastly purple home a large contrast to stark white walls that compose small rooms just big enough for them to live comfortably. Everything in their new home looked far more advanced and sleek that they were sure that even Zorion was taken aback by some of it. Speaking of their pride and joy, it was Caelan's call for him to come down that snapped Wesley out of his thoughts.
"How's your world in there?" Wesley appreciated that they knew each other well enough to know when the other would drift. Things they wanted to say, but didn't know the time or newly formulating thoughts and questions were made in those times. Caelan knew when Wesley would suddenly become quiet that he was off making a list of things to bring up later. "Decent, but the world with you in it is much better though." Wesley grinned as Caelan rolled his eyes, their attention turning to their still sleepy boy that nearly slipped off the stool he was propping himself on. "There's the rico suave I fell for, and his heir to the throne."
"As long as I can sleep on my throne." Zorion mumbled, valiant efforts being made to shake his morning grog and clear the sleepies from his eyes. "When you become king is when you get start your own next generation and get married, until then you're our little prince." Wesley cooed, kissing the top of the now squirmy boys head before setting down at the counter. They had yet to become used to using the large dining table unless it was dinner or guests; even then when it was just the three they could find comfort in eating together in the living room for some family entertainment.
Compliments and manners were exchanged with the morning's chef before they fell into a calm silence, mostly punctuated by the sound of metal and glass tinkering against one another. Since they moved to their new home they've had longer mornings together, not having to rush around to be somewhere or be disturbed by unthoughtful neighbors the rare occasions all three didn't have anything laborious to consume their time. While there was an odd sense of longing to hear the herds of cars and people once again as the daily routine, Wesley would much rather the silence that surrounded them in the mornings before they found ways to make their own noises and waves, just as long as he had his family.
It had been years past since Wesley learned the difference in silences. The spectrum of emotion a wide variety from mad, to lonely, to tense, to comfortable and happy, and so on. Wesley was well acquainted with lonely silence before he met Caelan. Then during their learning stages they blended a contrasting mix of happy and mad and moods in between, still not the right shade to paint their perfect portrait. Moving away and starting anew didn't leave the known silences behind but blended them well with fresh emotions. Even if their own noise drowned each other out they could still lay in the silence and let it say what it needed to as they turned blaring words into silent actions.
Their silence started making sense when they brought a special noise into their life in the form of their son, creating the perfect balance and thus the perfect portrait. To others things might look skewed and off balance, but to them things were straightening up despite their highs and lows. Wesley never found solace in the lonely silence again despite it's rare tempted embrace. Sitting with his family in their new home, another new start that brought a fresh mix to splash about in and create their own masterpieces. Things in his past he thought he would regret or said he wish could redo didn't matter anymore when it came to the current outcome they found themselves immersed in. To Wesley these moments were glimmers to their futures.
