Whisper (Backdated to Nov. 1, for Colin)
Tory swears he's imagining it all. He's standing under the spray of the shower, having all but sweat through his monk's robes at the Halloween party. Not the most romantic way to end what has been a very romantic evening with Colin, which is why he hit the shower before bed. Colin, perfect as Tory thinks him, is probably immune to the heat and already asleep with three or four kittens curled up beside him.
Which is why it's so weird. Tory can swear he hears Colin's voice in the shower, though he can't quite make out what he's saying. Probably some trick of the sound of the water echoing off tile and wall and whatever else.
He shuts off the water and it's gone. Maybe he's tired, since he can't be drunk - he didn't drink anything for Colin's sake. He steps out of the shower, and as he's toweling his hair he can hear it again. Shaking his head and tucking his damp hair behind his ears, he finishes drying off and wraps the towel around his waist. He decides it's too late to be modest, and Colin's probably asleep anyway, as he opens the door and pads into their room.
Which is why it's so weird. Tory can swear he hears Colin's voice in the shower, though he can't quite make out what he's saying. Probably some trick of the sound of the water echoing off tile and wall and whatever else.
He shuts off the water and it's gone. Maybe he's tired, since he can't be drunk - he didn't drink anything for Colin's sake. He steps out of the shower, and as he's toweling his hair he can hear it again. Shaking his head and tucking his damp hair behind his ears, he finishes drying off and wraps the towel around his waist. He decides it's too late to be modest, and Colin's probably asleep anyway, as he opens the door and pads into their room.