Nathan Tarn (nathanofthelake) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-09-27 20:54:00 |
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Current mood: | sleepy |
Current music: | Placebo ~ I'll Be Yours |
Good Morning, Sunshine (Closed RP)
While Jim still slept, Nathan had finally pulled himself away. He'd spent a good hour just studying Jim's face, memorizing every line and freckle again, marveling at the way his lashes laid just so on his cheeks, at how sweet his lips were, curved in sleep. Eventually, though, he forced himself to ease out from under Jim, smoothing his hair back and pressing a kiss to his forehead before he forwent the warmth of the bed for the slight chill of the kitchen.
There was too much going on in his head to sleep, not to mention the bone-numbing ache in his shoulder. Normally, he'd work, but his grip wasn't sure enough for anything but the most rudimentary pieces and he was tired of reminding himself of what he'd lost. So Nathan baked instead. Maybe it was Lexi's influence, but the act of it was soothing. He was mashing bananas, mixing dough, getting everything just so. It didn't matter that his movements were slower, were lacking any of his borrowed grace. The simplicity of the act was enough that he could ignore the shouting cacophony in his head and simply be.
When Jim woke, there would be coffee and fresh banana bread and Nathan, still slightly smudged with flour, trying to clean up without making any noise.