(An uneven - and unhinged - laugh leaves his lips and he shakes.)
I burned... It reminded me.
I burned... It reminded me.
(There is sensation in his hand - in his fingers. He hasn't lost it and it isn't burned badly. Tambë gives his head a sharp shake and forces himself to breathe.)
Is it... I know it's fine. (The fear is hard to fight.)
Is it... I know it's fine. (The fear is hard to fight.)
I... I do. (He relaxes with a sigh at the kiss, wincing.)
No, I promised.
No, I promised.
I just - (He edges to the stove - the batter is ready and it only needs to be poured into the pan.) I wanted to add fruit while it was cooking.
I put out a bowl of them. (He motions at the counter. A bowl of blueberries is waiting by the batter.)
What do you think of blackberries too?
What do you think of blackberries too?
(Some happiness enters his eyes and he takes the berry between his lips, kissing Astaldo's finger.)
Just...stay with me? I will be fine. (He moves to the stove and turns on the fire again, heating up the pan after he sprayed it.)
Just...stay with me? I will be fine. (He moves to the stove and turns on the fire again, heating up the pan after he sprayed it.)
(He might seem overly careful as he pours the batter and adds the blueberries, but this is a new skill for him. Even his neck is red as he turns to look at his lover.)
I've added sugar. We may not need syrup.
I've added sugar. We may not need syrup.
Your sweet tooth would likely approve. (Tambë grins and turns over the pancake with a spatula.) Chocolate and blueberries sounds nice.
(The scent draws him too. Between pancakes, he dips a blueberry into the sauce and tastes it.)
...delicious. Try it, love.
...delicious. Try it, love.
(He senses he has begun something new for Astaldo. Grinning, he tries a strawberry too, licking the juice off his lips.)
I suppose I am more of a strawberry and you are more of a blueberry?
I suppose I am more of a strawberry and you are more of a blueberry?
(He blinks and looks at Astaldo curiously before returning the kiss. The licking has him chuckling and he pulls back, smirking.)
I am not a fruit, Finno.
I am not a fruit, Finno.
Edited 2016-05-17 06:33 (UTC)
Where else would I taste good, do you think? (Some of those ideas were occurring to him as well and he felt hot. Turning to the stove, he piled the pancakes onto a plate and brought it to the table.)
Am I going to need a shower? (Tambë takes a seat and drinks some juice, his eyes bright with amusement.)
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