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Title: Unspoken Dance
Characters: Glitch/Wyatt
Rating: PG
Words: 640
Summary: A morning, some time in the future.
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Like most mornings, it was still dark when Wyatt left the warm, secure confines of the bed he had shared for longer than he imagined he would. A quick scrub of cold water on his face, the act of pulling on well-worn pants taking longer than it used to. Before the war no one had seen coming, one thankfully over far more quickly than the previous reign of the Witch.
Puttering around the kitchen, he sipped at a steel mug of hot coffee while stirring the contents of the pot on the stove. Glancing out the kitchen window, he saw webs of frost haphazardly strewn across the lower half of the glass. A cold morning, but he already knew that from the dull ache in his hip and how he was leaning against the counter with his weight on his good leg.
Two bowls of steaming oatmeal were just being set on the table when the sound of the hallway floorboard gave away Glitch’s movement toward the kitchen. Wyatt hummed to himself; he must have been daydreaming because he hadn’t heard Glitch’s usual morning ritual noises.
Glancing up at the soft shuffle, Wyatt couldn’t help but smile indulgently. Glitch hadn’t made his usual noises because he had clearly just rolled out of bed. The thin drawstring pants were hanging low on his slim hips, the only clothing that had managed to find its way onto Glitch’s body. Hair stuck up in twenty-nine different directions and as Wyatt watched, Glitch rubbed one eye with his palm and yawned softly.
“Good thing I got the fire started when I got up,” Wyatt commented, ignoring the fact that his own state of dress only had the addition of his house slippers. He was not above admitting that his feet got cold easily.
“Hmmm?” Glitch blinked owlishly at him and then nodded absently. “Feels good,” he said as he automatically went to Wyatt’s side as Wyatt slowly settled down in his chair at the table. It wasn’t something Wyatt had asked for nor was it something Glitch had verbally offered. Since the long months when everyone had been scattered across the O.Z., when Wyatt had taken a serious fall in a skirmish that had spanned across the crack and fractured his hip and upper leg bone, Glitch had been at his side. By the time they had found D.G. and Raw, the bones had healed beyond what Raw could repair. Imperfectly, but healed none-the-less.
Patting Glitch’s arm in silent acknowledgement, he watched Glitch slide around to his own chair and drop down with far less grace than befitted a man of his upbringing. Glitch moaned happily as he dug into his hot breakfast, closing his eyes. “Brown sugar,” he mumbled with his mouth full. “You’re the best.”
“The store had it in stock for once,” Wyatt shrugged and dug into his own bowl of plain oatmeal.
They ate in comfortable silence for a while before Glitch spoke again. “Plans for today?”
“Nope,” Wyatt answered succinctly. “Wood’s all in for the week, groceries yesterday. Figured on a cold spell.”
Glitch’s smile grew slowly. “You mean you figured we’d have no excuse to leave the house.”
Wyatt gave an innocent shrug. “No reason to freeze our butts off when there’s no need.”
There was a charming easiness to the way Glitch cleared the dishes from the table and how he glided back to stand at Wyatt’s shoulder. “So. Plans for today?”
With a lazy grin, Wyatt pushed himself to his feet with one hand on Glitch’s arm for balance. “Not yet.”
Glitch slipped an arm around Wyatt’s waist and drew him close. The other hand found its place at the nape of Wyatt’s neck, pulling him in for a slow, languid kiss that was full of promise. “Good,” he whispered when he finally broke the kiss.
~*~
End.
Characters: Glitch/Wyatt
Rating: PG
Words: 640
Summary: A morning, some time in the future.
~*~
Like most mornings, it was still dark when Wyatt left the warm, secure confines of the bed he had shared for longer than he imagined he would. A quick scrub of cold water on his face, the act of pulling on well-worn pants taking longer than it used to. Before the war no one had seen coming, one thankfully over far more quickly than the previous reign of the Witch.
Puttering around the kitchen, he sipped at a steel mug of hot coffee while stirring the contents of the pot on the stove. Glancing out the kitchen window, he saw webs of frost haphazardly strewn across the lower half of the glass. A cold morning, but he already knew that from the dull ache in his hip and how he was leaning against the counter with his weight on his good leg.
Two bowls of steaming oatmeal were just being set on the table when the sound of the hallway floorboard gave away Glitch’s movement toward the kitchen. Wyatt hummed to himself; he must have been daydreaming because he hadn’t heard Glitch’s usual morning ritual noises.
Glancing up at the soft shuffle, Wyatt couldn’t help but smile indulgently. Glitch hadn’t made his usual noises because he had clearly just rolled out of bed. The thin drawstring pants were hanging low on his slim hips, the only clothing that had managed to find its way onto Glitch’s body. Hair stuck up in twenty-nine different directions and as Wyatt watched, Glitch rubbed one eye with his palm and yawned softly.
“Good thing I got the fire started when I got up,” Wyatt commented, ignoring the fact that his own state of dress only had the addition of his house slippers. He was not above admitting that his feet got cold easily.
“Hmmm?” Glitch blinked owlishly at him and then nodded absently. “Feels good,” he said as he automatically went to Wyatt’s side as Wyatt slowly settled down in his chair at the table. It wasn’t something Wyatt had asked for nor was it something Glitch had verbally offered. Since the long months when everyone had been scattered across the O.Z., when Wyatt had taken a serious fall in a skirmish that had spanned across the crack and fractured his hip and upper leg bone, Glitch had been at his side. By the time they had found D.G. and Raw, the bones had healed beyond what Raw could repair. Imperfectly, but healed none-the-less.
Patting Glitch’s arm in silent acknowledgement, he watched Glitch slide around to his own chair and drop down with far less grace than befitted a man of his upbringing. Glitch moaned happily as he dug into his hot breakfast, closing his eyes. “Brown sugar,” he mumbled with his mouth full. “You’re the best.”
“The store had it in stock for once,” Wyatt shrugged and dug into his own bowl of plain oatmeal.
They ate in comfortable silence for a while before Glitch spoke again. “Plans for today?”
“Nope,” Wyatt answered succinctly. “Wood’s all in for the week, groceries yesterday. Figured on a cold spell.”
Glitch’s smile grew slowly. “You mean you figured we’d have no excuse to leave the house.”
Wyatt gave an innocent shrug. “No reason to freeze our butts off when there’s no need.”
There was a charming easiness to the way Glitch cleared the dishes from the table and how he glided back to stand at Wyatt’s shoulder. “So. Plans for today?”
With a lazy grin, Wyatt pushed himself to his feet with one hand on Glitch’s arm for balance. “Not yet.”
Glitch slipped an arm around Wyatt’s waist and drew him close. The other hand found its place at the nape of Wyatt’s neck, pulling him in for a slow, languid kiss that was full of promise. “Good,” he whispered when he finally broke the kiss.
~*~
End.
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You know, most people would have gone with some round number. But you don't, you never do. And that's one of the things I love the most about your writing. It really makes me smile.
This was a great early morning read!
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I'm so glad you liked this and it pleases me greatly to have provided something that made you smile!
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Oh, Surr, this was so gorgeous, so cozy ... their ease and comfort with each other so perfectly shown. How Glitch just slips in to provide support when he's needed without it being a production, how he's going about shirtless. The way they're all settled in for the cold spell with no place they have to be.
Hair stuck up in twenty-nine different directions
That is such ♥.
As is this:
he watched Glitch slide around to his own chair and drop down with far less grace than befitted a man of his upbringing.
:D
And oh, Wyatt. Giving Glitch the brown sugar while eating his own oatmeal plain. More ♥.
Besides the G/W loveliness, this was a fascinating 'verse! I was quite intrigued.
Oh, awesome way to start a morning, reading this!
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I'm so happy this turned out the way I imagined it and that it was clear in the reading. The ease with which they move together, the comfort and domestic bliss of what would undoubtedly be their future.
Thank you for the love, it's always, ~always~ appreciated!! *HUGS* I do like the hints of the darkness behind the otherwise light little drabble - the post-series war, the idea that not everything can be fixed neatly and cleanly in that world (as we know from canon and all their war wounds). It adds flavor. :)
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Thank you, m'dear!
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And the boys are happy to share their bed for 'warmth,' as they clearly fail at clothing themselves appropriately. Hehehe!
Welcome!
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