As The Sun Rose And It's Light Flickered In Through The Blinds Of His Brooklyn Apartment, There Was A

As the sun rose and it's light flickered in through the blinds of his Brooklyn apartment, there was a stillness to the room, as the rise and fall of Grayson's chest kept Kit serene as he surfaced from his slumber. Memories of the night before peppered his vision, talk of marvel, laughs, drinks, and not long after that he found himself in one of the warmest embrace he'd ever had. Muscle and sinew of man, the strength and tenderness which he was gripped during the night, and now he was a bit dazed, but a little smile kept finding its way onto his lips.

Gingerly getting out of bed as to not wake his acquaintance, he prepped breakfast and brought it over. "Hey so...this is pretty unusual and I've never brought breakfast in bed to someone, but I figured this would be good for me to brush up on my cooking, and...maybe keep you here a little bit longer," Kit winked playfully as he set the tray on the bedside table. "So what was your name again? I'd guess, but so far I think I mostly said oh god and yes last night." @grayson-danvers

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Pushing Daisies | 1x01 “Pie-lette”

˙ ˖ ✶ Micah

Having been adopted had been a big thing in his life, the notion of his birth parents not wanting him struck a chord in him. Then there was all that time he spent in that place where people would become mere whispers after a while, their existence erased as if they were never there to begin with. Athazagoraphobia, the fear of being forgotten, something they all experienced and in that place housed all the wanderlust souls with nowhere to go, far too young to experience hardship ended up. All that pent up emotion and regret, the guilt of surviving, of getting out, it all boiled down to his swift decision to rescue the little fur ball next to him, a little playful cloud by the name of Juliet.

Kit was getting used to having a puppy, never having been able to have one in his youth, and the constant need to want to protect them. He figured this is what parents must feel like all the time, but at the moment all he could do was smile at her playful antics, especially when all her attention was diverted towards another dog, and nothing could stop her from marching towards him and his owner. Kit giggled, as he approached the duo, a little smile perched on his lips as he drank in the sight of the man before him.

If Micah had passed by him earlier, Kit could've sworn he'd break his neck from the need to do a double take. There was something so poetically beautiful about this man that no words in the English language could ever compared to what Kit was experiencing upon first glance. "I think they might, Juliet is also extremely friendly, she's just the people's princess," Kit giggled. "Is it okay if she says hello to your puppy?" he mused. "I'm Kit by the way, sorry I forgot my manners all of a sudden."

could imagining something make it real? micah felt himself drifting into daydream after daydream after ‘accidentally’ meeting his brother. he’d been a lonely child and grown into a lonely man. he didn’t want to be reserved and distant, but he supposed it was just his nature. he pictured the two of them playing. marcus didn’t seem like he would have been intimidated by micah’s competitiveness, which had often turned play into something too serious for fun. his want to win didn’t stop him from making friends, sure, but it may have been what prevented him from having a best friend.

no, there was no point in dwelling on a childhood that couldn’t be rewritten. plus, now he had romeo. the playful and loyal companion took away from micah’s solitude and helped him stay present. right now, they trotted along the city streets together, taking a different route to the park than their typical one. romeo had noticed the other dog a couple of blocks back, but it wasn’t until they were waiting to cross the street for the third or fourth time did micah finally allow himself to make eye contact with the other dog-walker. a shy, wry smile shaped his expression. “i think they know each other.” micah nodded towards the two dogs greeting each other. // @kitsantoss