Asides
Assorted tales from a mountaintop cabin, were two lovers take refuge from a world swirling like a storm around them. Or else the tale of a young man, and the quiet world and strong hands he finds peace in.
Author's Notes
A quiet evening. Refuge, in a lover's arms.
Drops
Rain sounded softly on the leaves. Nils awoke to find his head resting in Ori's lap, but the unusual silence and the slack drooping of the toothy mouth convinced him Ori was still sleeping. For the next hour, he drifted in and out of consciousness, as the downpour trickled down to a lull, and all that was left was the sound of tree drippings pattering on the roof.
He curled onto his side and snuggled up against the mountain man. The moist air was crisp, but the bastion that was Ori was warm and safe, his gentle breathing the whisper of a gale rolling down a hillside. He shut his eyes to the smell of damp and sweat, and curled his hands gently.
Ori waited until the lad's breath had fallen into a pattern before he swept the hair from his own face. He leaned down with care, and planted a single, soft kiss.
From his guise of sleep, Nils smiled.
Author's Notes
Originally written July 2015.