- Fri Mar 16, 2018 4:14 pm
It wasn’t often anymore than Ev dreamed. Yeah, okay science said that you always dream, it’s just a matter of whether you remember what you dreamed or not… blah blah blah, yeah okay, whatever. Screw the science. Besides, if he didn’t remember the dreams it was like they never really happened anyway, so screw semantics too while you’re at it.
Regardless of whether or not he dreamed regularly, Ev had to admit that this was a real pleasant dream. Kinda dark, but not like grim/sad kinda dark; more like laying in a dark room because nobody had turned the lights on yet. But damn… whatever dream-whoever-it-was was cooking smelled…. OH MAN! That heavenly smell was definitely bacon! Deliciously smokey, salty, yummy, perfect BACON! This was definitely a good dream! How could it be bad if there was bacon? And there was another smell underneath the aroma of bacon…. Kinda like flour but mixed with something else. Hmm… what was that? Smelled kinda fruity too… not acidic like pineapple or citrus… kinda earthy… ooooh, could it be banana? He loved bananas! Man, this dream was really A-plus! Oh, but hang on… there was a noise… what was that? Almost sounded like someone walking across his apartment from the kitchen toward the bedroom… huh. Must be where the dream was taking place… weird that he couldn’t see though. Oh wait…
Ev’s eyes blinked open as he flopped onto his back and looked around blearily, a somewhat sheepish little grin on his face as he looked up at Alasdair. Oh. The wizard was holding… was that a tray of food? Well, that was a pleasant surprise. A tray of bacon and some truly divine-looking banana pancakes and a big ol’ mug of the nectar of the gods too; damn, this guy was way more than just cute, Ev thought. Not that he had thought Alasdair was just cute to begin with, but anyway.
The vampire rubbed his eyes tiredly and sat up with a grin. “Thanks, darlin’,” he said as he stretched, his voice still gravelly with sleep. He scooted back so he was leaning against the headboard to give Alasdair room to sit on the bed with him and set the tray down, helping the younger man if he needed it. “This is… really sweet. You didn’t have to do that, ya know,” he smiled, looking over the tray happily. “You’re the best kinda surprising, Mr Bennett,” Ev added, not meaning to flirt with Alasdair.