shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

hanakotobawakodoku:

Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.

“Actually, quite a few people can.” Eric admitted softly. He paused, and thought it over before finally saying, “But no’ all can say tha’ they have m’ affection or know tha’ I’ll protect them at all costs. No’ all can say tha’ I’m their gardener." 

Alan smiled, fingers petting Eric’s hair absentmindedly. “I’m honoured.” He murmured. His heart fluttered. Eric had said it, he had Eric’s affection! He made a soft, joyful noise.

Come the morning, Eric might regret divulging so much to his good friend. He might even be angry with himself. Become cold or distant. But for now, all that mattered was that Alan was close to him. All that mattered was that he could feel the subtle rise and fall of his chest, and that he knew that they could share this moment together just a little longer. That they could live and care for each other – side by side – just a little longer. He pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of the other’s head and murmured softly, "I’m the one tha’ should be honoured. Who else can say they’re lucky enough tae share the company of a bonnie flower?"