Who: Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch What: Evan and Barty are home When: Saturday morning (backdated) Where: Their home in Cambridge Warnings: PG Status: COMPLETE (started on AIM)
He had woken up to the sound of birds calling through the bedroom window. Evan sat up on his bed, stretched then rubs his eyes wth the balls of his hand he rubbed the back of head head a little then had gotten out of bed. Heading for the bathroom he passed by the other sleeping place on the floor... Evan paid no mind to it for he was still half asleep.
The man entered the bathroom closing the door half way and started a shower. He then strips out of his clothing and walks in allowing the now hot water to spray down his face and back. Oh that felt good.
Barty rolled over and found another position mildly more comfortable than before. He had woken up a few times during the night, though he had done so quietly. It had potential to play hell on his nerves, but even sleep was something he was doing for Evan, in a way. For starters, he was on the floor. And Barty had slept in more uncomfortable positions than a sturdy floor before, but he was also sleeping lightly in case Evan made noise and needed help or comforting. And he was sleeping clothed, which was new. But also, there were the dreams, which were not pleasant at all.
His eyes opened again as a door shut. Rolling onto his back and opening the eyes, he saw the bathroom door, and the sound of water came through it. Feeling mildly grumpy from a knot in his back, Barty sighed and sat up. Brilliant start to the day. Grabbing his journal, Barty quietly wrote his note to himself, since there were too many people in the house to just think it out loud. Changing into regular clothes for the day, Barty paused as he folded the not-oft used pajamas. Evan was showering. Evan was showering. Showering was his thing. Whether he remembered it or not. That gave Barty a moment's smile.
Evan woke up more and more with the shower as he washed himself while his mind began to reel on how to start the day. He thought about going for a walk perhaps start on the garden or something. Finishing up he dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist and brushed his teeth. Mmm all clean, though perhaps a shave would do. Now where were those razors? Rummaging through his drawers he couldn't find a single one! How strange... blinking back for a moment he shok his head then decided he would go to the general store later on and buy a couple.
Evan entered his room again and now he noticed the sheets. What the--?! And who--?! Did he have a-- so it wasn't a dream. Now it dawned on him. Barty... images of the night before returned to him. A bad dream, comfort a sweet caring embrace. The whispering sounds of someone telling him it would be alright...
Barty didn't think Evan was ready to see Winky, especially given she liked him so much, so he had gone to fetch breakfast from her. She was instructed not to let Evan know she was there. The slightly sad look she made did nothing to him. Evan mattered. Even if he did generally like Winky. Walking back to their room - it was still their room, even when he slept on the floor - Barty smiled when he saw Evan. "Good morning," he greeted the other man, managing to say it like a complete phrase instead of unfinished without a pet name. "Waffles and strawberries," Barty pointed out, though both hands were on the tray, which also supported beverages - their favorites.
"Er... good morning," he managed a smile still in his towel; which he clutched tightly at the rim, "great," he said at the mention of food seeing it on the tray looking quite delicious actually then started picking out clothes for him to wear; he then walked back to the bathroom, changed and came back out fuly dressed in a shirt and sweat pants, his hair was still wet from the shower.
"Um..." he started not knowing what to say at first, until, "how did you sleep last night?" Oh stupid question. Evan bit his lip and thought why did he even ask that question?
Barty didn't let himself stare, didn't let his gaze linger, and his eyes stayed at face level. Being the same height made that a little easier, but oh Evan's chest was a magnificent thing - that Barty was not going to think about. That path led to uncomfortable bodily reactions that had no release, at least not until Evan went to sleep. And that made him feel like a teenager again, sneaking around to wank. When Evan left with the clothes, Barty set the tray down on the table and readjusted his trousers once just to make sure they were...fine. And they were, remarkably.
One hand ran through his hair as Barty motioned for Evan to sit down at the table. "I've slept better, but I've also slept worst," he replied calmly. "Did you wake well?" Barty asked in return.