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Thayer…takes a subtle breath, to stabilize himself, to put aside his own thoughts and feelings as he moves to comfort August First, wrapping his arms around her and gently, yet tightly holding her, dusting the top of her head with kisses… “I’m here,” he lowly murmurs to her, wanting to reinforce that, make sure she knew That, first and foremost…
Un Nouveau Chapitre? [September 29th, 2021]
Anja pours the wine for the three of them, Cerise excluded…she wasn’t partaking it seemed. Her choice. Moving to take her seat, a flit of curiosity fluttering through her as she wonders if she had done alright with the Roast and vegetables, having done it without any assistance and a offhand recipe she found online…although that took a secondary seat as she swirls the wine in her glass softly before taking a deep drink, tasting and holding it for a few beats as she tries to sus out the notes that came forward for Her, hm…hm…hmm. Quietly swallowing as she pokes her fork into a potato with a bit of char, a charming amount she thinks to herself. “So, I was thinking it might be the season for me to move Out…” and on.
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Thayer tries to keep the frown from creasing onto his lips, trying to understand, even as...gently wrapping his arms around August beside him, not wanting her to cry, just... “...just thought when we moved in together, it was going to be a...forever home...kinda thing...” He manages out, trying to keep his tone even and chill and understanding, but...trying hard not to give a little bit of a sniff, damn, allergies could be a bitch sometimes, couldn’t they?
Un Nouveau Chapitre? [September 29th, 2021]
Anja pours the wine for the three of them, Cerise excluded…she wasn’t partaking it seemed. Her choice. Moving to take her seat, a flit of curiosity fluttering through her as she wonders if she had done alright with the Roast and vegetables, having done it without any assistance and a offhand recipe she found online…although that took a secondary seat as she swirls the wine in her glass softly before taking a deep drink, tasting and holding it for a few beats as she tries to sus out the notes that came forward for Her, hm…hm…hmm. Quietly swallowing as she pokes her fork into a potato with a bit of char, a charming amount she thinks to herself. “So, I was thinking it might be the season for me to move Out…” and on.
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“I think a house, for us all together, could be really nice,” Thayer agrees as he hears August’s words, a little smile appearing on his lips, before taking in what Anja was saying his smile slipping, just a bit, unintentionally, before propping it back up, not wanting Anja to worry or feel like she was doing something Wrong, but still...it almost Hurting, a bit, in the moment, when the whole idea was for them to have a Real Home, Together, and so...moving to take a sip of wine and to try and focus on that for a moment, before moving to speak. “You’d never be disrupting us, you know that, Right?” Before looking over to August, giving her a soft glance, feeling she felt the same way. “No home would truly be a Home without you, kiddo.”
Un Nouveau Chapitre? [September 29th, 2021]
Anja pours the wine for the three of them, Cerise excluded…she wasn’t partaking it seemed. Her choice. Moving to take her seat, a flit of curiosity fluttering through her as she wonders if she had done alright with the Roast and vegetables, having done it without any assistance and a offhand recipe she found online…although that took a secondary seat as she swirls the wine in her glass softly before taking a deep drink, tasting and holding it for a few beats as she tries to sus out the notes that came forward for Her, hm…hm…hmm. Quietly swallowing as she pokes her fork into a potato with a bit of char, a charming amount she thinks to herself. “So, I was thinking it might be the season for me to move Out…” and on.
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Thayer takes in the food before him, damn, did it look good, a sense of pride swirling within him as he takes in the meal that Anja had crafted, moving to clink his wine class against hers after she had poured them, a soft grin crossing his full lips. “Looks amazing, kiddo,” he compliments, moving to take a drink of the wine, savoring the flavors, taking in all the little notes and shit, mmm...before Anja’s words stop that train of thought in his tracks. “...Move Out?” He repeats, it almost not...fully processing in his brain, why did she want to move Out when this was their Home...Together? Before out of the corner of his eye, he’s reminded of...Cerise, wondering if maybe...maybe... “Maybe we just need to make some...Adjustments?” He suggests to her, hoping she’d get his drift without actually having to...You Know.
Un Nouveau Chapitre? [September 29th, 2021]
Anja pours the wine for the three of them, Cerise excluded…she wasn’t partaking it seemed. Her choice. Moving to take her seat, a flit of curiosity fluttering through her as she wonders if she had done alright with the Roast and vegetables, having done it without any assistance and a offhand recipe she found online…although that took a secondary seat as she swirls the wine in her glass softly before taking a deep drink, tasting and holding it for a few beats as she tries to sus out the notes that came forward for Her, hm…hm…hmm. Quietly swallowing as she pokes her fork into a potato with a bit of char, a charming amount she thinks to herself. “So, I was thinking it might be the season for me to move Out…” and on.
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“But we still need to ask Her...” Thayer reminds, even as his expression softens, before he hears the thank yous, almost getting caught up in it as a flicker of a smile moves along his full lips before reminding her again “If Anja is okay when we ask her about it when she gets back...”
Mama Returns [December 31, 2020]
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Cerise gives a soft knock on August’s door, grateful to the kind man at the door for letting her into the building, clutching her suitcase behind her, giving a little sniff, hoping that she wouldn’t be a burden, but…just not being able to bear the thought of spending New Year’s alone again, without her husband…a pain wells through her as she feels her eyes begin to get misty, trying to make sure they were wiped before August came out, not wanting her to worry or see her sad again…
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“Have you asked Anja?” Thayer gently asks, since it was her space, too, and like...where were they going to put Law’s mother, and still...Why did she need to stay here? Like...August’s next words cutting that thought off, before letting out a small sigh, looking at August, pushing a soft smile onto his lips. “If Anja’s okay with it...I’m cool with it too, and we’ll figure it out together,” he decides, maybe some shit had to get shuffled around, maybe move the art space, maybe...mmm, but Anja needed a say in this whole shit, too.
Mama Returns [December 31, 2020]
IN PROGRESS RPS
Cerise gives a soft knock on August’s door, grateful to the kind man at the door for letting her into the building, clutching her suitcase behind her, giving a little sniff, hoping that she wouldn’t be a burden, but…just not being able to bear the thought of spending New Year’s alone again, without her husband…a pain wells through her as she feels her eyes begin to get misty, trying to make sure they were wiped before August came out, not wanting her to worry or see her sad again…
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Thayer blinks his eyes a bit, trying to keep his expression...soft, even though...he still...what? She was going to stay? For a while? Was Anja okay this? Did August even ask her? And more importantly... “Do you know Why she needs to stay with us?” He asks, as gently as possible, she had a nice house up in Charleroi, didn’t she? This whole thing being a massive curveball out of nowhere with the dots not quite connecting for why the hell Law’s mom was here and needing to stay with them...
Mama Returns [December 31, 2020]
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Cerise gives a soft knock on August’s door, grateful to the kind man at the door for letting her into the building, clutching her suitcase behind her, giving a little sniff, hoping that she wouldn’t be a burden, but…just not being able to bear the thought of spending New Year’s alone again, without her husband…a pain wells through her as she feels her eyes begin to get misty, trying to make sure they were wiped before August came out, not wanting her to worry or see her sad again…
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Thayer makes his way into the kitchen with August, taking in her inquiry, his expression softening as he squeezes her hands. “Because I was just...surprised in the moment, that Law’s mother was here?” He offers back, wanting to ask the question of Why, but holding back for now, a soft smile crossing his lips as he moves to reassure August first, drawing her into a gentle, sweet kiss. “You make me so, so happy, and I’ll tell her right when we get back,” he promises, “and I’m sorry I didn’t, it just...took me a bit aback to see her,” he admits, before finally asking the big question.. “...why is Law’s mom here? Is everything okay?”
Mama Returns [December 31, 2020]
IN PROGRESS RPS
Cerise gives a soft knock on August’s door, grateful to the kind man at the door for letting her into the building, clutching her suitcase behind her, giving a little sniff, hoping that she wouldn’t be a burden, but…just not being able to bear the thought of spending New Year’s alone again, without her husband…a pain wells through her as she feels her eyes begin to get misty, trying to make sure they were wiped before August came out, not wanting her to worry or see her sad again…
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Thayer...blinks in surprise, nearly needing to do a double take as he sees...Lawry’s mother there, not quite sure exactly why she was Here? Giving her an easy smile anyway as he offers his hand. “Thayer. So nice to see you again. Probably one of August’s parties?” He offers, figuring they probably Did cross paths somewhere along the line and that sounded general enough like it feasibly Could have happened some point along the line, hoping for everyone’s sake she didn’t Connect The Dots, before turning to August, taking her hands. “Could you help me get something for Cerise to drink? Wanna make sure I get the good stuff,” he lightly offers out, an easy grin crossing his full lips, hoping that he could get August for a moment alone to ask why she was there.
Mama Returns [December 31, 2020]
IN PROGRESS RPS
Cerise gives a soft knock on August’s door, grateful to the kind man at the door for letting her into the building, clutching her suitcase behind her, giving a little sniff, hoping that she wouldn’t be a burden, but…just not being able to bear the thought of spending New Year’s alone again, without her husband…a pain wells through her as she feels her eyes begin to get misty, trying to make sure they were wiped before August came out, not wanting her to worry or see her sad again…
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Thayer’s eyes softly light up as he takes in August’s excitement over her new purchase, happy for her, especially with how excited she was to get it, and now it was finally here, and she was killing it, the corners of his lips perking upwards as he looks at her. “I love you,” he warmly, lowly breathes out as he takes her in, his fingers gently caressing her cheek, before he moves backwards with her, sitting down, before...oh, his lips twitching a bit to the side as he hears the words from August, feeling her hands work at his zipper faster than he could process in the moment if she...was doing it because she felt like she Had To? Or if she wanted to, a little bit of worry creasing onto his features, as he looks deeply into her eyes. “You don’t have to,” he gently reminds her, before also adding, with a gentle, loving softness, “But if you want to, I will,” feeling like he could relax, yeah, not too much, he didn’t want to give in to the want for sleep edging at the corners of his consciousness, but yeah, he could relax, if that was what August wanted, even though he also wished he could do the same for her...
Lesser of Two Evils [April 2, 2021]
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Thayer makes his way back into the condo after a long…long, way too fucking long, meeting with Snow about the whole grad shit, and getting everything set up and socially distant and ugh, thinking about how Marciana was There, too, she was always There, and just…rubbing his eye as Thayer lets out a sigh, not wanting to finish that thought, he didn’t want to give airtime to that thought and like…accidentally manifest it or some shit, focusing instead on…yeah, yeah, ugh, thinking about the whole Brinsley shit, hoping that August had gotten to talk to Anja or that she was going to be home soon if August hadn’t, seeing that August wasn’t in the kitchen or the living area or with Silas, who seemed to be sleeping so peacefully when he checks his room, aw, his lips warming with a smile before making his way into the bedroom, figuring that was where August was….
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“Super safe,” Thayer softly affirms to August, not wanting her to worry about it, but also not wanting any of the family members of the students to worry, either, even if they did have to restrict how many people would be allowed in...half wondering if...a spark of his mind momentarily contemplating if maybe the whole two ticket thing might stop you know who from inviting another you know who, but the thought only sparks through his mind for a moment, the briefest moment, as Hart would say, perish the thought otherwise, yeah, drawing himself closer into August, his hands gliding along her body, taking in the...oh,w as that new? Making sure the yawn still threatening him didn’t escape as he feels it, takes it all in, the corners of his lips perking upwards. “Is this one of the new ones? I love it,” he warmly remarks, agreeing with how super soft it was, as he recalls the purchases that she had been excited about getting, a warmth lighting within him at how excited she had gotten talking about them, before the grin on his lips warms at the remark about the reservation. “Damn,” he warmly remarks, knowing it was hard to get a reservation there on short notice, but hell if August couldn’t do it. “It’s the perfect place,” he softly breathes out to her, moving his fingers gently through her hair, before...he remembers what she mentioned about Anja, it being all good? His brain, still a bit tired from the day, finally registering that part, “She take it okay? She’s a good kid,” he remarks, already feeling...grateful to Anja, for being okay with it, given how much it meant to August, even though he was still kinda...ehh on it, but if it was for August? He’d put up with some of Brinsley’s bullshit, for a little while, as long as old Barty wasn’t around, shit wouldn’t be...That Bad....
Lesser of Two Evils [April 2, 2021]
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Thayer makes his way back into the condo after a long…long, way too fucking long, meeting with Snow about the whole grad shit, and getting everything set up and socially distant and ugh, thinking about how Marciana was There, too, she was always There, and just…rubbing his eye as Thayer lets out a sigh, not wanting to finish that thought, he didn’t want to give airtime to that thought and like…accidentally manifest it or some shit, focusing instead on…yeah, yeah, ugh, thinking about the whole Brinsley shit, hoping that August had gotten to talk to Anja or that she was going to be home soon if August hadn’t, seeing that August wasn’t in the kitchen or the living area or with Silas, who seemed to be sleeping so peacefully when he checks his room, aw, his lips warming with a smile before making his way into the bedroom, figuring that was where August was….
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“Hi,” Thayer replies in a soft, low breath as he moves beside August on the bed, drawing her into a warm, tender embrace as his lips meet hers in greeting, before drawing back, his eyes gently alighting with a soft warmth as he takes her in, her sweet words, “I missed you, too, and I missed Silas,” he says as his eyes momentarily move over to the monitor to take him in, damn, did he miss him, too, but wanting to let him have a good sleep, moving to help August with getting off his shoes, shit, should he have taken them off at the door? The thought cutting through in the moment as he realized he was still a bit...drained from the meeting, but not wanting to let that show, or even feel it, really, nah, he wasn’t that Tired at all, he tells himself, wanting to make this the best evening he could for August, with the date he promised...stifling a yawn as he pushes the corners of his lips upward at her question. “Yeah, went super smoothly, getting everything ready so we can have grad in person but still make it safe,” he offers to August, cutting out the whole...more eugh part of it, or any of the Marciana shit, August didn’t need to hear about that, or have that on her plate, “But more importantly than that...where are you feeling for dinner tonight?” He offers, his eyes warming, figuring he could like grab a coffee or some shit before dinner, and that would fix any fatigue that he was feeling right about now, holding back another small yawn he felt threatening to escape, not today, not today, before remembering... “Did you have a chance to talk to Anja?”
Lesser of Two Evils [April 2, 2021]
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Thayer makes his way back into the condo after a long…long, way too fucking long, meeting with Snow about the whole grad shit, and getting everything set up and socially distant and ugh, thinking about how Marciana was There, too, she was always There, and just…rubbing his eye as Thayer lets out a sigh, not wanting to finish that thought, he didn’t want to give airtime to that thought and like…accidentally manifest it or some shit, focusing instead on…yeah, yeah, ugh, thinking about the whole Brinsley shit, hoping that August had gotten to talk to Anja or that she was going to be home soon if August hadn’t, seeing that August wasn’t in the kitchen or the living area or with Silas, who seemed to be sleeping so peacefully when he checks his room, aw, his lips warming with a smile before making his way into the bedroom, figuring that was where August was….
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Lesser of Two Evils [April 2, 2021]
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Thayer makes his way back into the condo after a long...long, way too fucking long, meeting with Snow about the whole grad shit, and getting everything set up and socially distant and ugh, thinking about how Marciana was There, too, she was always There, and just...rubbing his eye as Thayer lets out a sigh, not wanting to finish that thought, he didn’t want to give airtime to that thought and like...accidentally manifest it or some shit, focusing instead on...yeah, yeah, ugh, thinking about the whole Brinsley shit, hoping that August had gotten to talk to Anja or that she was going to be home soon if August hadn’t, seeing that August wasn’t in the kitchen or the living area or with Silas, who seemed to be sleeping so peacefully when he checks his room, aw, his lips warming with a smile before making his way into the bedroom, figuring that was where August was....
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The corners of Thayer’s lips perk up as he hears the affirmation, softly moving into the kiss before finally drawing back, even as a little bit of loss moves through him, giving a nod about finishing up. “Need any help?” He asks her, not wanting to just stand around while she finished up if there was something that he could assist with.
El’s Big Moment [January 19, 2020]
IN PROGRESS
Thayer momentarily looks down from his laptop at his phone, taking in the tweet from August, glancing back at his screen and deciding…maybe he could take a break, for a little bit…closing the laptop and placing it under his arm, as he makes his way into the kitchen, setting down the laptop gently draping his arms around August. “I love you, too, by the way…” He warmly murmurs out, recalling the other message he had gotten form her, before moving to pat the laptop beside him. “We can watch some El together while I help out?” He offers, an easy smile curling along his full lips.
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Homecoming [September 3, 2019]
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- 1 A.M. -
August moves her suitcase onto the bed beside Thee, a soft subtle smile peeking onto her lips as she sees Berlioz and Marie curl up to him, feeling Duchess softly move between her legs, as she moves to open her closet, trying not to focus too much on the way the house had felt before Thee had come, intently focusing on the selection as an urge to thank him, once again swirls within her grasping hold of two dresses to start, turning around to press the fabric onto her to show Thee, for a second opinion, wanting to make sure she looked her Best. "Which one?" She softly asks, starting with the delicately embroidered white lace dress before swapping it with the blush pink summer love one, intently looking for his input.
Thayer moves to softly scratch behind the ears of the two cats, a warm smile peeking onto his lips as they curl up between him, before he moves his gaze upwards towards the dresses, trying to take them in fully as options, knowing she'd look killer in both of them, but also, knowing how Hard this parent shit could be...trying to genuinely think which one might work better for her. "The pink one, for when you see them," he settles, feeling like it would really sell the whole homecoming thing, before a small smile peeks through onto his lips. "Men medbring også den anden, og måske ... hvis vi har et øjeblik til os selv, kan du bære det, når vi går og danser?" He offers, looking at her, taking her in in the moment, as he thinks on what was ahead for them, what it would potentially entail, wanting to be by her side through it all...and he looks at her, a seriousness moving into his tone even as a soft affection swirls within him. "Dette er en hjemkomst, ikke? Men først ... Jeg vil ... en af vores egne, hvis du har mig. Flyt ind hos mig, eh?" Thayer asks, a soft, sweet, sheepish smile forming on his lips as she asks the question, as he gazes at August.
August takes in Thayer's choice, pressing the soft fabric back over her as she casts a sidelong look at herself in the mirror, a slew of piercing thoughts cutting into her until Thee's words bring her to a more...gentle place, "Vil det være din første gang?" She inquires, a brightness moving onto her delicate features as her mind begins to circulate through the perfect places for him to see, moving to the edge of the bed as she cautiously, particularly, slides the dresses off the hangers and places them into her suitcase not wanting them to wrinkle or crease, as a shock of surprise moves through her at the question, her soft eyes widening expectantly, "Os alle? Mener du virkelig det?" (*All...of us? You really mean it?) She gently breathes out, thinking of the quadrant of sweet fur babies as well, as the soft snoring of Pluto still resting on her pillow.
"I Danmark? Ja," Thayer affirms, not quite being able to say the same about Scandinavia in general thanks to Brinsley parading him and Anja around there as kids from time to time for whatever old hag reason she had in that twisted mind of hers to do so, the memories of Sweden not the most...Fond, he recalls, before nodding his head, a sincerely swirling in his eyes. "Jeg vil være dit hjem, at holde dig, gennem de sværeste tider, at dele med dig, i de lyseste tider, ... dele et liv med dig, til ... Vær en familie med dig, hvis du har mig," Thayer admits, a softness moving through his tone as the corners of his lips move upwards. "Jeg er ikke ... perfekt, jeg er ... virkelig mangelfuld, jeg ... lægger ikke altid mine retter i opvaskemaskinen," a small flit of lightness moving through him at the last words even as the first few cut into him a bit as he thinks on what they entailed, what he had Done, who he Was, "Men hvis jeg kan oprette et hjem med dig, elske dig, få dig til at smile, at stå ved din side gennem både himmel og helvede, rundt om i verden og tilbage, så ... vil jeg være den heldigste mand i live, og Jeg tilbringer mit liv med at stræbe efter at være sådan en ære værdig," he softly admits, an affection swirling through his eyes as he looks up at her. "Jeg elsker dig, August. På et utal af måder kan jeg ikke engang sætte ord på. Du er den mest specielle person i denne verden, og jeg vil aldrig have, at du glemmer det."
August's lips quiver as she hears Thee speak, a soft sniff passing through her as she folds her legs into herself as she hears him continue on, a warm thrumming moving against her chest as she moves to wrap her arms around Thee's neck, sniffing again as she blinks a bit her vision clouding, "...Du er allerede min familie, og jeg elsker dig, for alt hvad du allerede er." August softly, warmly, breathes out, pressing her lips gently along Thee's cheek.
A deep strike of warmth pierces through Thayer as he hears August's words, a swirl of emotion moving through his hazel eyes as he gazes at her. "Ligesom du er min, August. Jeg elsker dig med alt i mig og ud over det, altid og for evigt," he promises softly, before planting a soft, gentle, yet deeply affectionate and loving kiss on her lips to seal his words.
A soft fluttering sensation moves within August's stomach as she feels the kiss on her lips, dissolving her pop of a question before it had a moment to rise, her softly innocent gaze resting onto him, as her finger lightly traces the edges of his lips, "Jeg elsker også dig." She warmly breathes out a gentle smile forming as she leans in herself this time, her eyes slowly closing as her lips ardently find his, even in the darkness.
"Altid og for evigt," Thayer breathes back in warm, soft, gentle wonder as he looks into her eyes, moving fully, lovingly, into the kiss as a deep warmth flutters within him along with...a sense of belonging, comfort, Knowing, melting into it as a soft, yet radiant smile breaks out onto his lips, unable to contain his feeling of happiness, of love in the moment and...not needing to.
"Altid og for evigt." August earnestly promises back, meeting his gaze for a few beats before her lips softly press along the corners of his own, resting her head along the side of Thayer's as she slips her arms over his shoulders, settling down into the moment before the mewling grasps hold of her attention as she moves to look down at the dark grey kitten in between them, a softness crinkling across her face as she, "Selvfølgelig elsker jeg dig også, Berlioz." She softly reminds him, moving to press her lips softly to the top of his head, before gently stroking him a bit as he clumsily moves into her lap.
"Han vil bare komme ind på snuglerne, ikke?" Thayer lightly affirms as he pulls back, a bright, soft smile on his lips, before lying back, looking at August, holding his arms out to take the kitten so August could lie back with him.
August watches as Thee moves back onto the bed, and outstretches his hands knowing she needed to finish packing...somewhere in the back of her mind but finding herself gently handing Berloiz to him, careful not to disturb Pluto and everyone else as she slides ontop of him and slowly presses herself down onto him, cozying up to the warm, soft spot between his shoulder and neck as she melodically hums in soft affirmation.
Thayer scoops the small kitten into his arms, reminding himself to help August finish packing after the soft moment, wrapping one arm protectively around the kitten and another around August, placing a soft kiss on her lips once again. "Jeg elsker dig," he affirms, a deep warmth swirling in him, moving to say it again, switching languages as he places another kiss. "Jag älskar dig," he says once again, lingering a bit longer in the kiss as a deep affection swirls in his eyes, before affirming it in a low, soft breath against her lips. "Je t'aime."
A rush of elated breath escapes through August's nose as her lips spread wider and wider with each iteration of words, the feeling of his lips onto hers causing a deep warmth to emanate through her as a soft giggle rumbles through her, "I loooooove you." She adds as she feels the soft draw back, "...Close your eyes?" She softly requests, waiting for him to do so gently moving to place a soft kiss on each of his eyelids until she moves to bury her face further into the crook of his neck, her lips twitching a bit from side to side. "...Hvorfor er du så sød mod mig?"
Thayer's smile brightens and spreads in a childlike soft happiness and delight as he hears the words. "I love you, too," he stealthily and lightly sneak in with another kiss, before nodding his head and closing his eyes, his nose softly crinkling as the corner of his lips twitch upwards at the sensation. "Fordi du er dig, er du August, og jeg elsker enhver lille del af dig, alle de små ting, der får dig til dig," Thayer affirms as he looks at her, a soft, warm affection swirling through his gaze.
A tiny peek of a smile shades August's lips as she hears Thee's words, softly trailing her fingers down along Thayer's, tracing his rings slowly as she snuggles closer into him, "...Som...hvad?" She gently asks, as she brings his hand along her cheek, closing her eyes as she feels the warmth of it.
"Som ... den måde, du aldrig nogensinde kan sige nej til en lille fyr på som denne," he begins as he looks down at the small kitten curled up with them. "Den måde, du altid gør det ekstra lille skridt på med dine cupcakes og lægger drysene på, som om du lægger en klemme af feestøv," he continues, a smile forming on his face as he recalls it. "Den måde din latter lyder på, når du og Anja bare har tiden i dine liv, indhenter, som om du aldrig har været fra hinanden," he adds, looking intently at her, a sheepish, warm smile forming on his lips. "I could go on all day, you know, just Warning You," he informs, lightly tapping August's nose.
August's lips softly spread into a warm, shy, smile as her nose twitches a tiny bit, her hand moving up into his shirt sliding delicately along his chest, as she ventures a gentle look upwards, "...Kunne du...virkelig?"
“Jeg kunne,” Thayer affirms, softly placing a kiss on her lips once again as he picks another. “Den måde, du altid blander din korn på i den perfekte kombination, og hvordan du hælder mælken på den langsomme, omhyggelige måde at sikre dig, at du ikke spilder, hvor du har det subtile dybe fokus, men alligevel spænding på grund af din kærlighed til korn i sig selv,” (excitement, love of cereal) he says next, easily rattling off the memory, as particular as it was, but endearing, nonetheless.
A warmth flushes onto August's cheeks as she continues to trace her finger along Thayer's skin, "Du... virkelig bemærket alt det?" She softly breathes out, her lilting voice filled with a gentle awe at anyone paying any attention to her, especially...the way he seemed to, looking up at him for a few soft beats as her palm rests onto his chest leaning into him.
“Hvordan kunne nogen ikke? Du er en fantastisk, ondskabsfuld, utrolig, smuk person, August,” (vicious = wonderful) he lowly, softly, warmly murmurs against her ear as he lightly and gently runs his fingers through her hair.
August moves a hand along half of her face as another flare of timidness flashes through her pressing her face against the warmth of his skin as she begins to feel the gentle sensations of his fingers along her scalp, her eyes softly closing at the calmness moving over her, filling her...her lips lightly, softly pressing along his neck, slowly trailing further downward as a result, wanting him to feel how she was, as her hand resumes it's earlier motions, her thumb gently grazing past his nipple as she sweetly gazes over to him. "...Må jeg tage dette af?" She softly asks, her gaze flitting to his shirt, before settling back onto him.
Thayer relaxes next to August, a calm warmth moving through him, in the moment, before he hears August's question, looking into her eyes. "Kun hvis du vil," he seriously, yet softly informs her, intently taking her in.
August's lips push out a bit as she hears his Thee's response, leaning a bit into his embrace as she softly nods, "...Jeg vil også...hvis du vil have mig til det?"
"Jeg vil, så længe du vil. Noget at dele sammen. Et udtryk for kærlighed," Thayer replies, staring at her intently, warmly, before a small smile flits on his lips. "Er det osteagtigt?" (Is that cheesy?)
August softly shakes her head as she leans in to press her lips along the high point of his left cheekbone, "Det er sødt, og hvad det ville betyde for mig, noget for at udtrykke, hvor meget jeg elsker dig, og hvordan jeg vil have dig til at føle, når du får mig til at føle.." (*And how I want you to feel as you make me...) She gently moves to explain, drawing back as her gaze pans across the bed, a gnawing, churning feeling rising within her, "...Ikke...her dog..." August whispers out, a flash of a frown crossing her lips before it is overshadowed by a soft, hopeful smile taking it's place as she gently sits up, grasping hold of his hand, holding it in her own, pressing it against her cheek. "...Kom med mig?"
"Jeg vil udtrykke dette til, til dig, for at udtrykke min kærlighed til dig, hvor meget jeg stoler på dig, og jeg vil have, at det skal være noget sikkert og godt," he says softly and seriously to August, placing a few stray stands of hair behind her ear as he looks intently in her eyes, before nodding his head, an understanding moving through him, as he softly squeezes her hand, giving her a small smile. "Vise vejen."
A warmness flourishes over August's cheeks as she hears what Thayer wanted, nodding softly in acknowledgement to it as she carefully leads him off the bed without disturbing anyone, softly closing the door behind them as she leads him into one of the guest bedrooms...her favorite one, one she had hoped to...her lips twitching a bit to the side as her mind doesn't allow her to finish that particular thought, knowing it wasn't a place....that...that...August shakes her head a bit trying to clear both lines of thoughts threatening to draw her from the singular instance of a moment. Gently leading Thee to the bed and sitting him down, her lips grazing along his own, along the skin exposed as she lowers herself, moving to softly draw his shirt over his head, her lips continuing along their attentive trail until she reaches just below his belly button, settling down onto her knees as her fingers nimbly unfasten his pants, rubbing her hands along her thighs to warm them a bit before continuing on. Her hand moving along the length of him, rousing the sweet thing to life, a gentle smile warming onto her lips as she meets him for the first time, face to face, admiring just how prettty he was before her eyes slowly close as she leans in to press a sweet kiss along the tip, feeling the soft shudder as her eyes blink open looking up to Thee, "...Es-tu chatouilleux?" She questions, looking at him intently as a giddy brightness swirls within her eyes as she gently leans in once again to press another kiss on the opposite side this time.
Thayer feels the motions as he closes his eyes, letting out a soft hum before a thought strikes him, a gentle smile forming on his lips at August's question. "Un petit peu," he answers back, before the idea moves back into his mind, his own desire to make her feel good as well moving through him as he leans down, to draw her back into a soft kiss. "Puis-je faire la même chose pour vous?" He inquires, staring intently into her eyes.
A soft airy breath moves through her as his words tickle her a little, making sure to be extra soft in that case as her tongue glides warmly along the otherside of him, pressing another kiss there about to start until she feels herself drawn upwards into his arms. A bit surprised by the action, but it easily subsides as she moves into the kiss a comfort moving through her as she does so until, the space between her perfectly arched brows creases at his question, "...Vous n'avez pas aimé?" She gently asks of him, a twinge of self-doubt flashing within her, not having quite started before she was apparently disappointing him, her lips twitch sadly at the realization.
"Oui, mais je tiens à vous donner aussi," Thayer softly affirms to her, before seeing the twitch of her lips, causing an alternate idea to move into his mind. "Peut-être que nous pouvons le faire les uns pour les autres, ensemble? Quelque chose partagé?" He proposes, looking gently at her.
A fluttering swirls within her stomach as she takes in Thee's words, not having really...expected them, silently moving beside him onto the bed, softly shaking her head in agreement. The sole of her left foot pressing gently along her right inner thigh as she leans forward, her lips parting as she slowly begins ebbing down and back, keeping her breaths measured wanting to make sure she got everything so it would feel good for him. Eventually, coming fully up sparing no time to move her hand to slip in the vaccum left by her mouth, remembering what he had asked before as she softly spreads her legs a bit more, gently and intently carressing Thee's hand with her free one until she moves to rest it on her inner thigh, hoping it wasn't too warm for him. Her mind recalling what she was wearing underneath her dress, "Voulez-vous...que je les enlève?" She softly murmurs, looking at him for guidance.
Thayer feels the motions, intently taking them in as he feels the anticipation of having the chance to make August to feel good, to feel loved, wanting to fully get into that but ensuring she was aware of how much he still appreciated her doing so for him, even though he wasn't really the focus here, with the proper appreciative noises and reactions, before intently taking her in as he holds his hand on her cheek, looking at her softly. "Tout ce que vous voulez," (whatever you want) he says to her sweetly. "Dis-moi comment tu as besoin d'être aimé, et je le ferai pleinement et sans réserve," (fully and wholeheartedly) he promises, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.
August's brows furrow into one another as she takes in the question, never experiencing anyone....asking Her such a thing, causing her to stop her motions as she feels a bit...lost. Until the tension between her brows begins to softly ease as she feels the warmth of his lips press against her own. "...Jeg vil være sammen med dig." August softly, earnestly breathes out, her voice dropping lower as she slowly moves his hand up her thigh, then past the fabric, until she places it in between them, producing another frenzied fluttering within her stomach. "...Jeg vil have, at du skal have mig. Vil du...?"
"Jeg vil også være sammen med dig," Thayer softly, affectionately says, as he gazes into August's eyes, before a thought moves through him, a possible understanding. "Må jeg først gøre noget for dig?" He inquires, gazing up at her. "Så ... kan vi gå sammen. Ikke kun at du har mig, eller jeg har dig, men ... at være sammen, i intimitet, i kærlighed," Thayer warmly, softly explains as he interlaces their fingers.
A hopefulness rises within August as she hears what she had wished from Thayer's lips, nodding her head without a second thought to his question, until a confusion swirls within her as she feels his fingers moving between her own, wanting him to want her, to be his, even as a softness eases through her at how he had finished, fervently pressing her lips onto his, interlaced with all her hopes and desires.
Thayer softly, sweetly, kisses her, before moving his lips downward, tenderly trailing his lips along her skin, a warm gentleness laced into his practiced motions as he ensures each little bit of her was properly loved, tended to, before sweetly, sensually, letting his kisses move between her thighs, focusing fully, intently, on pleasing her, even as a thought crosses his mind in the middle of the moment as he looks up at her, wanting to ensure that he was doing enough for her. "Hvordan er dette?" He softly, gently inquires.
August feels him slow the kiss back down, her hands moving with his own to take her dress off, softly moving her head onto the pillow as she feels the heat of his lips along her skin. Her hands massaging his shoulders, her fingers nimbly moving through his thick hair, admiring it, how shiny it was as she spreads her legs open for him, her nails grazing his scalp as a soft giggle moves out of her at the ticklish feeling she felt funny enough. His question catching her off-guard, realizing she had started relaxing enough she had been as vocal as she knew she should've been. Her fingers lightly moving along his cheek, as she feels the wetness between her thighs, not really sure if it was from him...or from her? Her mind still a bit disconnected, cloudy even. "Virkelig god, tak." She warmly, sweetly, assures him as her finger softly slides along the outer corner of his lip, as her own softly curl upwards, "Du er virkelig smuk."
A warmth moves through Thayer as he hears the soft giggle, causing a smile to form on his full lips that only remains as he hears her answer, looking at her deeply, affectionately. "Du er virkelig smuk, og så meget mere end det," he warmly affirms, placing a sweet, soft kiss on her thigh, as he looks up at her, before lovingly, softly, moving his lips downward yet again, deeply, carefully, crafting the sensations with his tongue, wanting to give her a moment of all the attention she deserved, to be pleased herself, first and foremost, and to...just enjoy it, the moment together, to relax.
A flush of a grin flourishes across August's lips as she hears the sweet words projected back to her, and the kiss along her thigh, her shoulder blades rolling back into the bed as she watches him move back down, "Det er du også, du er ... smuk indvendigt og udvendigt, stærk, utroligt intelligent, smuk, kærlig, medfølende, generøs, fast besluttet, støttende, du skaber de mest smukt inspirerende ting." (*handsome) August begins to intently, passionately extol to him, her hand gliding over his own that was resting along her thigh, admiring the details of it until a shudder racks through her as she does so, causing her to shiver a bit in response, feeling the thrumming beat of her heart, radiating down to where Thee was, her breath coming out soft and airy, "Du gør mig liv lysere, og jeg elsker dig så meget, Thee."
Thayer takes in the sweetly spoken words, a deep warmth swirling within him even as he remains focused on crafting the most pleasurable, full expression of his love that he could, softly, sweetly, poetically, even, moving his tongue in his practiced motions, before he hears the softly spoken words. "Du gør det samme for mig, August, altid. Jeg elsker dig så meget. Du er så speciel, strålende, lys og varm. Som solskin i mit liv gennem alle mine mørkeste dage, og jeg vil være den samme for dig, at elske dig."
"Löfte?" She softly asks, her hand moving along his shoulder and his arm, as a tease of a smile settles onto her lips.
"Löfte," Thayer softly, warmly affirms, a sweet whisper as a smile begins to form on his full lips.
August's soft eyes brighten at the promise made, "Jag lovar också." August gently breathes back, softly tugging on his arm, wanting him to come back up to her so that she could kiss him properly.
A smile warms Thayer's lips as he feels the soft tug, moving upwards to draw August into a full, deep, encompassing, loving kiss, letting the world around them melt away, save for the two of them, in that moment.
A crinkle of a smile passes along August's face as she leans happily into the kiss, still feeling the distinct and deep sensation of her chest rising and falling, sliding her leg over Thayer's back, "...Sammen?" She softly murmers out, wanting him to know she was ready if he was, not finding a need for a condom, nor a desire for one as she softly presses her lips along the side of his neck, her hand trailing circles along his back.
"Sammen," he softly, warmly, murmurs against her lips, drawing her into a deep, consuming, loving kiss as they join together, moving in tandem together, Thayer wanting to bring about an expression of love, jointly, in the moment as he gazes deeply into August's eyes, holding it affectionately through the experience, softly breathing out, "Jeg elsker dig."
"Jeg elsker digggg..." August softly whimpers out, as her hands move from Thayer's back, her fingers raking through his hair as she keeps time with his body, pressing her lips to his needily, one of her hands gliding along his chest feeling the thumping of his heart underneath her palm. Not in much of a hurry for the experience to end...it actually feeling....quite nice, in a way? really comforting...soothing to her in the moment, wanting to see it through, hoping Thee was feeling good, until a soft smile forms across her lips as she hears the low sounds making her believe he was, happy that it was true, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and drawing him in closer as she kisses the side of his face as she keeps going along with him.
"Jeg elsker også dig," Thayer warmly, lowly, deeply replies back, wanting to make the experience as good as he could but also wanting to linger in the moment, to not rush it, taking his time with practiced, purposeful motions, keeping his eyes on August as he deeply gazes into hers, a loving warmth in them as they keep going together in the warm, special, passionate moment.
August softly moves her fingers back through Thayer's hair as she holds him close, basking in the warm afterglow of the moment, a shy smile moving across her lips, not having...Expected any of that to happen. "Tak skal du have..." She softly, sweetly, murmers planting a gentle kiss along the side of his face as she rubs his back, her gaze panning towards the nightstand catching sight of the time, a strike of concern cutting through her.
"Nej tack," (no, thank you) Thayer warmly replies back, lightly tracing his thumb against August's cheek as an affection dances in his eyes, before he catches sight of the shift of her expression, a concern moving through him. "Is something wrong?"
The edges of August's lips warmly flit upwards as she hears Thayer's thanks, "We...missed our flight...did you still want to go...with me?" August softly reveals, an uncertainty moving through her if...he'd still...Want to...after everything...
Thayer furrows his brow trying to recall..."Oh shit," he mutters out, totally having forgotten about the flight, wanting to kick himself for it, before realizing he could probably pull some strings to get another one, as long as he took care of some Outstanding Business out there in Denmark, before looking at August, drawing her into a kiss. "Of course I still want to go with you. I want to be by your side, through it all," he promises, a soft smile crossing his lips. "I'll see what I can do to get us the next flight out while you shower? I have a flight attendant friend from college who owes me a favor, eh," he lightly replies, placing another soft kiss on August's cheek.
A flush of a grin appears along August's face as she brightens up at Thayer's words still being True...even After....leaning in to press a soft kiss onto his supple, supple, lips. "Okayyy...I'll miss you.." She lowly breathes out, holding on a little longer before wrapping herself up in the top sheet, turning back to Thee as she makes it to the door to blow him a sweet kiss, a childlike giddiness swirling though her as she makes her way into the bathroom, wanting to not be too...long, so she could finish where she had left off, but knowing good things took time.
“I’ll be right here, promise,” Thayer replies, moving to give her a sweet kiss on the hand, giving her a wave as she makes her way into the bathroom, before moving to get in contact with who he needed to, before giving a small, quick knock on the door. “Two hours from now work?” He asks, hoping August could hear him through the door before moving to get his own clothes back on, figuring he could just do a quick face wash or some shit before they left, wanting August to have priority for time in the bathroom.
August deposits the sheet neatly into the hamper as she starts to run the water, wanting to get it Just Right, hearing the knock and the muffled words, moving to crack open the door, "Oh, sorry! You can definitely use the en suite? Or...we could share...?" August moves to offer, having forgotten herself for a moment, her voice dipping off at the second offering, unsure if it was something he wanted.
"If you're willing to have me...?" Thayer ventures back as he looks up at August from his phone as he gets ready to reserve the tickets, wanting to make sure it was something She wanted.
A warm flush moves across August’s cheeks as she leans her head along the side of the door, looking over at him, hehehe...her stomach hosting a whole camp of butterflies...giving him a wordless nod of her head as she sucks in her bottom lip for a small glut of a moment before offering her hand out to him...
Thayer takes in August's answer, a small, warm smile sliding onto his full lips as he takes her hand, moving to draw her into a warm kiss, momentarily breaking it so that he could remove his clothes once again, before joining her, moving to grab one of the poufs and some shampoo. "Vill du ha hjälp?" He offers, with a bit of light playfulness, knowing that they had to be quick about it with the flight time, but...still wanting to enjoy the moment with August, and make it fun and relaxing.
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Baby Hugs & Tugs [July 7, 2019]
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August adjusts her oversized sunglasses, as she makes her way up to the floor she knew Anja and Thee's apartment was, knowing she probably looked just as terrible as she felt, the realization only serving to make her feel as though she was going to cry again. Moving a hand out to softly knock onto the door as a soft sniff moves through her.
Thayer moves to run his fingers through his hair, taking a deep toke of his blunt before putting it out as he moves to go towards the door, sure that was August, pulling her into a tight hug the minute he sees her, just holding her in the moment, wanting to reaffirm his love for her through the gesture with the hope it provided some sense of comfort in the moment.
August lets out a soft breath as she feels herself immediately enveloped into the warmth of Thee, causing her shoulders to drop as she tightly wraps her arms around him, the tears falling as she quietly sobs into his chest, words failing her in the moment.
Thayer holds August tightly in the moment, lightly moving his fingers through her hair as he continues to try and comfort her, continuing on in the moment, before lightly moving to wipe a few tears from her face. "Hvad er der galt?" He softly asks, continuing to hold her as he does.
August moves her sunglasses to the top of her head as she sniffs, her breath hiccuping into the air, "Det er Mina, jeg ved ... Jeg ved, det er." She croaks out, another wave of tears spill forth from her.
"Er hvad?" Thayer softly inquires back, continuing his motions as he does so.
"Hvem Lawry virkelig...virkelig elsker. Ligesom dig, og Fitz, og...og alle." Even...Ellis was obsessed with her, and Mercy...well, she sniffs, another deep pang cutting through her, "Det er hap...sker igen, og jeg virkelig...syntes det var anderledes." She cries out, not understanding what she kept...kept doing so wrong, why no one wanted to stay with her, why she was...so much better than her, when she didn't even try...not as hard as she did, to be...to be perfect, having really wanted something positive, something that could make Lawry happy, want...her, and only her, something could make them unbreakable, show him that she could be a...good mom, just like his own. Her delicate features crinkling once again as she presses her head back into Thee's chest.
"Hvad mener du?" Thayer asks softly, wanting to understand further what was the matter, even as the name Mina causes a dull throb to move through his head in the moment, focusing on continuing the soothing motions and holding August tightly. "Hvis hun får dig til at føle sig sådan ... Fuck Mina, så. Du er fantastisk, smuk, vidunderlig, strålende, venlig, og ingen skal nogensinde få dig til at føle sig mindre end det," Thayer softly, but firmly, informs.
"Jeg troede jeg kunne være...først denne gang. At nogen kunne elske mig de fleste. Bare...bare en gang." August sniffles, pressing her hand against her face, as she turns her face away from Thayer, hearing his words about Mina...followed by the unexpected words about...her? Mentally having flagged it towards Mina, before she realizes the order wasn't correct for that to be right. "Jeg ville ønske jeg kunne tro på det..."
"Men Anja og jeg elsker dig først, altid. Du er vores hjem, vores lys, vores alt. Vi elsker dig, August, altid og for evigt," Thayer softly reminds, holding her tightly, before drawing her into a soft, gentle, loving kiss to affirm his words, feeling a need to show her, in a way that spoke even more strongly than words, just how much he meant what he said.
August moves her hand slightly along her damp, sore eyes a slight grimace passing over her from the sensation as she sniffs a bit more, "Er hun..." She gently begins, until she hears him continue further on, her words falling off from their train of thought as she feels his fingers move along her chin and draw her upwards into him, his lips pressing against hers, softly...sweetly. A buzzing scratching through her mind for a few beats, before she gently presses her toes onto the ground to help propel her closer into him, closing her eyes as her lips softly meet his own, once again.
Thayer draws August in closer to him, holding her tightly as he kisses her softly, sweetly, lovingly, as he gentleness and warmth within his actions, before slowly drawing back, keeping his eyes trained on August, as an affection swirls within them. "En påmindelse om hvor meget jeg elsker dig," he softly says, moving to lightly place a few of her curls behind her ear as h speaks.
August softly blinks a few times as she feels Thayer's lips drift away from her own, a small frown crossing her pouty lips at the realization, the eye contact alighting a deep strike of...self-consciousness within her, "...Selv når jeg er grim?" She lowly murmurs, as her eyes drift downward, as she feels the soft sensation of his fingers trailing along her ear.
"Selv da, på dine bedste dage og dine værste dage, de lykkelige dage og den triste, elsker jeg dig, August," Thayer affirms to her, holding her gaze to ensure that it resonated within her, before drawing her into another soft kiss, to put action, affirmation, behind his words.
August feels her soft eyes moisten once again as she hears the gently-spoken words, feels them...reverberate through her, tilting her head slowly upward to look at him once again, until they just as quickly close as she feels the warmth of his lips pressed onto hers once again, the faintly soft, wet, smacking sounds filling the air around them for a few prolonged beats. Feeling her bronzed cheek dampen from the tears falling upon it, as her arms draw upward and hook around his neck. "Jeg elsker også dig." She softly breathes out against his lips, her brow furrowing after a few moments before she looks at him searchingly, her eyes gentle, vulnerable, in the flit of a moment, "...Vil du have mig...brug for mig?"
Thayer moves to take his hand to softly wipe away the tears, drawing August further in after doing so in a tight, loving hug, holding her in it, lingering in it, wanting her to feel his reassurance, his love for her. "Jag kommer alltid vilja och behöver dig i mitt liv," he says to her softly, planting another kiss on her head before pulling back. "Jag tror nu att det kan vara en bra tid för en varm kopp te och några kramar?" (hugs = cuddles) He offers, a small smile crossing his full lips. "Jag känner en speciell blandning som jag känner att du verkligen skulle vilja ha." (I have a really special mix I think you'd really like).
A flit warms August as she takes in response before she feels the kiss along her head and the...hug, craving it more than anything in the moment, soaking it in until she feels him draw back, the gnawing feeling clawing through her once again at the offer and what it must mean. "...Du... vil ikke røre ved mig?" August slowly questions, moving to take a hold of his hand, placing it along her collarbone, as she continues to sadly look up at him.
"Vad menar du? Jag rör dig nu, och jag kommer att krama dig så mycket och så länge du behöver det," he affirms, moving to hug August tightly again, holding her longer this time as he continues soothing motions.
"Jeg mener, sådan her..." August softly starts about to move his hand until she feels him wrap his arms tightly around her instead. "Vil du...kysse mig igen?" (*Will you...)
Thayer moves to take in August's words as he pulls back a bit, before moving to draw her into a soft, gentle, sweet kiss, lingering in it before drawing back slowly, placing another soft one on her cheek. "Är det bra?" He asks her softly. "Jag är inte lika bra som te, men ..."
August moves into the kiss, an unexpectedness moving through her at just how...gentle he was, her lips lightly twitching momentarily as she feels the kiss on her cheek and hears his words, a small swirl of amusement moving through her. "Men...du er te, fjollet." She softly says, until another frown crosses her lips at what he might have meant. "Gør...vil du have mig til at stoppe?"
"Du har mig där," he lightly speaks, a twitch of a smile moving onto his lips, before he hears August's words, a swirl of concern moving through him. "Vill du ha fler kyssar? Vad behöver du?" He inquires softly, looking intently at August, wanting to find the best way to help her in the moment.
August looks down, not even truly certain of what she needed when her entire life was...imploding before her, her lip quivering as she feels another sting as she blinks back tears, trying not to picture them...together. "...Kærlighed." She softly sniffs out, "Jeg ved, jeg er for meget...vil du have mig til at gå?"
Thayer shakes his head, softly and tenderly enveloping August into a tight hug, pressing a few soft kisses onto her head. "Nej, du er aldrig for meget for mig. Jeg vil have, at du bliver, for at have te sammen for at hygge og grine, for at være her for dig, når du har brug for mig, for at gøre alle dine stormfulde dage fade væk," Thayer softly affirms back, softly and comfortingly trailing his fingers through her hair as he does so.
August melts into the embrace, into Thayer's warmth, feeling the light sensations, calming her in the moment, staying in the safe haven of his thrumming heartbeat until she finally draws back a bit, her bottom lip poked out as she looks up at him. "...Kan vi have te?"
"Ja, vi kan," Thayer offers, a small smile crossing his lips as he plants a soft kiss onto the top of August's head, before holding out his hand. "Kom med mig til køkkenet, og vi kan lave vores egen specielle blanding sammen?" (mix = blend)
August gives a light bit of a nod in response, moving further inside and taking hold of Thayer's hand, moving along with him into the kitchen as she shallowly inhales and exhales, trying her best to be Happy and Make Thee Happy by doing so, her breaths increasing in the moment, trying to hold back another wave of tears as her mind begins to distort and she hears the Familar voice cut into her mind, berating her and slicing into her word by painstakingly sharp word, hearing Thayer rummaging almost out of her scope. Moving her hand deeply along her tender eyelids, before realasing a sharp intake of breath, moving behind Thee after a few beats as she wraps her arms tightly around him, temporarily dispelling the cataclysmic thoughts before they resurface pounding back into her, guiding her to move her hands slowly down his stomach along the fabric of his shirt, inching closer to the button of his pants, "...Kan jeg gøre noget godt for dig?"
Thee leads August into the kitchen, moving to put a bit of water into the kettle before he begins to let it heat, hoping that it would provide some comfort to August, leafing through his mind as to what would be the most soothing blend before going into the shelves, finding a chamomile-pepperment one in particular that stands out to him, moving to open it to let her smell it. "Vad tror du?" He offers softly to her, waiting to see her reaction to it, knowing he could find another if it wasn't right, before he feels August's arms around him, pulling her close once again, before he feels the hand trail downwards, moving to focus his gaze on August. "Du behöver inte göra något för mig. Det jag är fokuserad på är du just nu," (what I am focused on his you right now) he gently explains, drawing her into another soft, reassuring kiss, lingering in the moment before pulling back, still holding her tightly, until he hears the kettle go off. "Och te hjälper alltid. Det är något jag alltid gillade för Anja när hon kände sig ledsen," he explains, thinking back on those hard times in the house he had grown up in with Anja, on how he wanted to always do anything he could to make Anja feel better, to brighten her day, to relax, after all the bullshit that B&B would constantly heap onto her.
August softly nods her head as she smells the familiar, comforting scents fill within her, a slight relief, calm moving through her until the abrupt clouding of her mind, a frown moving across her lips, "......Er du ikke tiltrukket af mig på denne måde?" She softly murmurs out, her minding flitting over Arie, and her time with him, "...Eller er det fordi jeg er grim...og du synes, jeg ikke er god til at få dig til at føle dig bedre..." She softly mutters out once she moves to sit in the seat as Thee pours the tea, her hand moving along her face. "...Jeg vil bare vide, hvad jeg laver forkert...hvorfor ønsker ingen at beholde mig?
Thayer lightly shakes his head, moving to pull August into a gentle hug as he lets the tea steep on the counter. "Det er fordi jeg vil hjælpe dig med at føle dig bedre først, slappe af, ikke bekymre dig, og jeg vil ikke, at du mister det ved at prøve at behage mig," Thayer softly explains, releasing August momentarily to grab the tea cups, moving to sit down next to her. "Du får mig til at føle mig glad bare ved at være her med mig, dele te, tale med mig, alt det, hvert øjeblik med dig er noget specielt ... og Anja og jeg, vi er altid her for dig, kan du huske? Gennem din side gennem alt og alt."
August features crinkle as she takes in the explanation, how...he wanted to...spend time with her, without...wanting anything else...back, not quite understanding such a thing, causing a few more tears to slip forth as she leans over onto him, keeping her hands around the warm cup, moving to take a tentative sip from it. "...Kan jeg blive her lidt?" (*Can I stay here for a little while?) She softly murmurs, unsure if Lawry would even notice she was gone, the flit of a thought causing another frown as she burrows in a bit more into Thayer.
"Je kunt zo lang blijven als je nodig hebt," Thayer affirms, moving to place a soft kiss on August's head, pulling her in close, before reaching over to grab a blanket and a remote. "Dus, hoe zit het met het bekijken van de Aristocats? Altijd een klassieker," he offers, a soft smile crossing his full lips.
August gently nods her head as she silently, softly, moves onto Thee's lap, curling back up into him, as she finally allows herself to take a deeper drink from the mug, feeling the warmth spread into her tummy, tilting her head a bit to look up at Thayer for a few soundless moments. "Thank you, Thee."
"Always and forever, August," Thayer replies warmly, genuinely, before curling up close to August, wanting to bring her whatever comfort and happiness he could.
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