A Sweet Flower

Reaching the desired home, a rhythmic pattern began to play within the connection of knuckles around what was the kitty door of the home, the knocking tune alerting the occupant to an awaiting presence with a certain melodic quality.  The pattern was of nothing specific, the knocking tune not being quite intentional, but rather a natural expression which the mind had found in its anticipation.

From behind the door movement could be heard, an audible tap directing the visitor's excitement toward the opening that offered vision into the enclosed space.  

Lyn's smile widened as he caught sight of Rhys' head peeking out from the hidden interior.

“Hello my dear.”

His voice was cheerful, moving with an exaggerated tilt and gesture toward the man in greeting.

“I was wondering if you might be free, and would like to accompany me on a walk?”

Hints of amusement could be seen on the man's features as he watched the exaggerated bow directed at him; it had been hoped that it could be of some entertainment.

“Yeah...it sounds nice.”  Vision darted toward the clefable for a moment, little thought having been given to the response; the extra time with the man, it was desired.

A gleam was placed upon Lyn's eyes with the response; a happy excitement stirring and raising within his chest, though not something he could as of yet share- his eager thinking leaping ahead of him.  After the time between them, there was something he had begun to hope for with the man, and if fate was fortunate, his enthusiasm would find the right moment.

“Wonderful!  I was hoping I would be fortunate enough to see you for a bit.”

The grin he wore could be heard in his voice, watching as his company lowered the door behind him.

A soft change of color came to Rhys with those words, eyes lowered as his hand slipped away from the doorknob.  “I've...been looking forward to seeing you too.”  His volume was quiet, not unusual for his nerves when speaking with such meaning, but the fact did not hinder the enjoyment which the statement had created.  The pink man was grateful for his little expressions, and made it known in his features as he looked over, the two stepping in rhythm for their venture.  “Anywhere in particular?”  The little glances he was receiving proved to be an added difficulty in raising his eyes.

“Ah, I think there might be a few things to catch your eye with the trail I have in mind.  Some interesting sights, at this size- hoping there's something you'll enjoy.”  With the mention of sights, his eyes took a quick glance around them; grass, pebbles, leaves, it almost seemed that the world had grown overnight to show its tiny creations- or in more accurate terms, that their mass had seen a surprising reduction, leaving them at a myopic size in comparison to their accustomed heights.

“Have you been doing well?”

His gaze returned to Rhys, touches of concern showing in him.  Being of small stature created quite the adventure, but so too did its novelty make the environment dangerous, a fact which failed to leave his mind after previous events during the week.

“Yeah, I'm fine.”  The nerves which bound him to the ground permitted him an upward glance, a small show of appreciation toward the care being expressed.  The idea came that it might be nice to move closer, but the action caused more hesitation than the thought, calming his senses just enough to remove a step of distance.

“Happy to hear.”  The concept of space was eliminated as his head craned beyond personal space, lips touching against green hair.  In spite of concern, a quiet laugh echoed in his throat; a light heart's worry.  “I was a bit worried for you.”

Unseen, a flush came over the worries' recipient, a fluttering sensation calling to his nerves as a kiss could be felt.  Through great effort, the call was ignored.  “I'm sorry.”

“My dear, you don't need to apologize- just grateful to see you well.”  Though his lips moved away, he did not, preferring to remain close.  “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Your company- it always makes me happy.”

The fondness in his words weren't helpful for nerves, nor was the gentle pressure of hands interweaving, but the man took the risk in hopes of walking side by side.

In silence the two stepped in tandem, each losing thought to the other.

It was not until a small force of air was pulled within Lyn's lungs that the two stopped, excitement filling his quiet gasp.

“Rhys.”

Movements were sudden, yet slow, hands resting atop eyes as the intent behind this walk was recalled.  “My dear, I need you to keep your eyes closed, okay?  I think there's something you'll enjoy up ahead.”

“O- okay?”

A needed grin crossed his lips with the response, taking hold of Rhys' hand with a gentle touch, encouraging him forward.  It was moments later that he would be stopped, and requested to wait but a moment as movement could be heard, the pulling of a grass forest that wished to block his vision.

“Take a look.”

Upon the separation between the lids of his eyes, a clear effort of affection greeted him.  The sun was setting in brilliant hues that painted the sky with wild fervor and life, casting its grace unto a delicate flower.  Colored in white, a slender stem dipped its head to view the ground, elegant petals fluttering forth from its tip to sway with the vibrant dusk light.  Among its gentle form were small strings of light, a careful weave of loose connections allowing for a warm illumination in the dark that did not damage the flower.  A discerning eye breathed in the sight, a small blanket and basket upon one petal finishing the story, a ladder beneath beckoning.

“I had hoped that you might enjoy something of a unique sight.”

A tender shrinking of eyes behind close lids, accompanied with a warm gleam as the last light filtered down through the grass and the leaves; the reaction possessed a loud, touching voice.

“You...did this?”  A disbelief wavered in his notes, a hand nearing his chest as he looked to Lyn.

“Yeah, I...had thought it would be a nice surprise...”  It was difficult, not to lose himself in the reaction; the gentle features the solosis wore- and yet, he wanted him to reach the flower.  With slow motions his mind retained some image of the surrounding world, backward steps and a sliding touch against Rhys' arm urging them toward the white plant.

“It reminded me of you- a pure and lovely flower; I thought it suited you.”

Though movements directed Rhys to the ladder as he spoke, the condensed figure did not budge, looking instead to Lyn with a similar heart stopping quality as before.  Lyn's lips parted in speech, only to be answered by another pair before a question could be asked.  The sudden kiss commanded attention, hands pulling the shy man closer until he began to back away.

“Thank you...”  

Nerves flashed, his face bright and gentle as the kiss ended, fingers reaching almost with absent thought to climb the ladder he had been directed toward.

His mind evaporating within a warm mist, Lyn was slow to follow, his processing behind his vision.

A soft step tapping upon the petal, he looked to Rhys as the top was reached, noticing the man already taking in the sights upon the plant, and drew near him as he spoke.  “Do you like it?”  A head leaned toward him, waiting a response.

“Yes.”  The voice was quiet, but chimed in emotion; notes that tugged at the chest.

Pulling his form from the side, fingers cupped around the jaw of the hushed voice, head tilting to offer a gentle kiss.

The warmth was soon torn away, a movement of the neck rejecting what had been offered.

“...My dear...what's wrong?”  His chest began to sink, mind beginning to wander and worry.  “Too much?”

“I- just... ...I want to know...what all this means...”  Eyes were plastered down, lid movement showing his struggled efforts to meet eyes.  A lip teased between his teeth, the thought wouldn't stop, and yet, his voice remained hidden until it was dragged from its spot.

“I...you- love!  I do!  I mean- I love you!”

The words burst forth and rang, having bubbled within his throat until no more could be taken, and yet, their effects on his state were immediate.  A red rushed across his face and brushed his ears, his struggling form receding, shrinking into itself in the silent night.

Frozen in shock, Lyn had lost the skills for speech and movement, rendering his response as little more than a wide eyed stare.  A sense of disbelief shrouded his mind; precious words ringing in his ears, so filling and sudden from the nervous darling.  Through the fog, arms reached, ceasing any backwards steps; touching against his elbow, he encouraged him closer, arms moving to wrap around the condensed figure.  

“Rhys, sweetheart...”  Hands tying about his waist, he enveloped him, gentle eyes still watching in surprise before a soft kiss was offered.  

“I love you Rhys- that's...what everything is for.”  His head pressed against Rhys' forehead with his whispers, a firm hold keeping the man close.  “I'm sorry...I should have been more clear, but I didn't...want to risk pushing you, or hurting you.”  

A sudden kiss was planted upon his lips with that, happy nerves having found a form of expression.

“You...are the sweetest soul.”  Lyn spoke as lips parted, voice whispering with the warmth washing over him.

The sweet words, the appreciation for them tugged Rhys in, hiding his face against Lyn's chest.

In turn, he was enveloped, an arm covering across his back, as another cradled his head in hiding.  In the dark night the lights provided a soft light surrounding them, emphasizing the warm mist that had returned to cover the senses and fill the chest.  Lips pressed against the exposed part of the cute green head being held, a smiling sigh being released as a tight squeeze could be felt, both pulling closer though distance was not between them.