TIME WARP: If My Heart Was a House [Ben]
Jan 12, 2011 2:12:08 GMT -5
Post by Cobalt Weaver on Jan 12, 2011 2:12:08 GMT -5
Cobalt glared in the direction of the waffle maker. “Three minutes? This is unacceptable. I demand delicious waffles now.” He grinned briefly before pulling a false, put-upon expression. “You’re the one who pulled me out of bed against my will with the promise of waffles. I will keep complaining about this until they are finished.” He grinned at Ben, his eyes glinting with affection, despite being a little out of focus.
Cobalt had never been good with affectionate words. He always felt too much and admitted too little until, for all his eloquence and command of the English language for his career, words never felt like enough. Ben was far better at expressing how the both of them felt about each other than Cobalt was. Which, if Cobalt really thought about it, almost made sense; Cobalt had never expected to find this kind of happiness. He’d never thought he’d need to know how to say things like this because he was pretty sure he would be alone for the rest of his life and he’d already come to terms with that.
And along came Benjamin.
And because words didn’t really cover what Cobalt felt for Ben, didn’t even come close, Cobalt opted to turn his partner to face him and kiss him fiercely. One of the surprising things Cobalt learned about himself was that he actually didn’t mind kissing. It usually communicated things far better than words did anyways. After a moment, he reluctantly broke the kiss to smile at Ben. “Love you.” He offered finally, “And I think that getting dinner out sounds great. Andrew and Yulia’ll probably appreciate that.”
At the ping! of the waffle maker, Cobalt grinned, “Yes. Waffle time.” He accepted the plate and dropped it off on the table, grabbing the eggs on the way. When Ben offered to go get his glasses, Cobalt blinked in surprise, “Oh, thanks.” He set the plates on the table and turned to see David upturn the half-eaten bowl of cereal onto his high chair. “Oh, Davey.” Cobalt sighed, grinning at the little boy, who turned his blue eyes up at Cobalt and giggled: “Uh-oh.”
“Uh oh is right.” Cobalt agreed with a grin, putting the empty bowl and spoon on the counter, “Look at this big mess. What am I supposed to do with this? Lick it up?”
“Yah!” David cheered, waving his little, messy hands in the air. Cobalt laughed.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” At that moment, Ben returned with his glasses. “Thanks, Benny.” Cobalt said, slipping on his glasses with a sigh of relief. He set the rest of the table while Ben cleaned up David and got him some more cereal. Cobalt didn’t even realize there was no bacon until Ben said it. He shook his head, “Nah, not worth it. I intend on eating loads of waffles anyways, so.” He shrugged, smiling.
Cobalt smiled at Yulia’s entrance. They had both managed to get along more or less immediately after being introduced. She was solemn like he was, and a little quiet. She was like Ben’s little sister, and Cobalt loved her like one. “Good morning, hon. Yeah, it is chilly. Not that Mr. Early Riser over here seemed to care when he dragged me out of bed.” He jerked his head toward Ben, an exasperated grin on his face, “However, we do have tasty waffles, so there is that. You want some?” He noticed the folder in her hand, but said nothing, instead opting to give her a questioning look.
Cobalt had never been good with affectionate words. He always felt too much and admitted too little until, for all his eloquence and command of the English language for his career, words never felt like enough. Ben was far better at expressing how the both of them felt about each other than Cobalt was. Which, if Cobalt really thought about it, almost made sense; Cobalt had never expected to find this kind of happiness. He’d never thought he’d need to know how to say things like this because he was pretty sure he would be alone for the rest of his life and he’d already come to terms with that.
And along came Benjamin.
And because words didn’t really cover what Cobalt felt for Ben, didn’t even come close, Cobalt opted to turn his partner to face him and kiss him fiercely. One of the surprising things Cobalt learned about himself was that he actually didn’t mind kissing. It usually communicated things far better than words did anyways. After a moment, he reluctantly broke the kiss to smile at Ben. “Love you.” He offered finally, “And I think that getting dinner out sounds great. Andrew and Yulia’ll probably appreciate that.”
At the ping! of the waffle maker, Cobalt grinned, “Yes. Waffle time.” He accepted the plate and dropped it off on the table, grabbing the eggs on the way. When Ben offered to go get his glasses, Cobalt blinked in surprise, “Oh, thanks.” He set the plates on the table and turned to see David upturn the half-eaten bowl of cereal onto his high chair. “Oh, Davey.” Cobalt sighed, grinning at the little boy, who turned his blue eyes up at Cobalt and giggled: “Uh-oh.”
“Uh oh is right.” Cobalt agreed with a grin, putting the empty bowl and spoon on the counter, “Look at this big mess. What am I supposed to do with this? Lick it up?”
“Yah!” David cheered, waving his little, messy hands in the air. Cobalt laughed.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” At that moment, Ben returned with his glasses. “Thanks, Benny.” Cobalt said, slipping on his glasses with a sigh of relief. He set the rest of the table while Ben cleaned up David and got him some more cereal. Cobalt didn’t even realize there was no bacon until Ben said it. He shook his head, “Nah, not worth it. I intend on eating loads of waffles anyways, so.” He shrugged, smiling.
Cobalt smiled at Yulia’s entrance. They had both managed to get along more or less immediately after being introduced. She was solemn like he was, and a little quiet. She was like Ben’s little sister, and Cobalt loved her like one. “Good morning, hon. Yeah, it is chilly. Not that Mr. Early Riser over here seemed to care when he dragged me out of bed.” He jerked his head toward Ben, an exasperated grin on his face, “However, we do have tasty waffles, so there is that. You want some?” He noticed the folder in her hand, but said nothing, instead opting to give her a questioning look.
