The temperature was unbearable for the past few days. Both Feliks and Gilbert took shelter from the stuffy heat outside in the coolest room of the house, the kitchen. Gilbert was shed his clothes whenever the aunts went out, mind the ladies pure minds and dignity, and walked around in only trousers.

Gilbert paraded form his room to the kitchen, shirtless. Some paper in his hand. He took up drawing from a while back. It was a pass time. Kept him silent, for which Feliks was grateful.


Gilbert slipped into Feliks' room after supper, the blond glanced up for a second and scooted a bit on the bed.

Gilbert took the invitation and sat on the edge. Sighting heavily as tension slowly left his body. The cotton of bedsheets was cold under his palms. They were rough to the touch.

His colleagues left in search of 'dance and drinks' for the nearest town, hoping for a pleasant distraction. It was just Feliks and him in a small bedroom lit with a single oil lamp. The light was weak and warm.

Feliks relaxed and leaned back, onto the wall. His thin silhouette slumped onto the messy bed He smiled at the other man, eyes sparkling when he saw that Gilbert was already looking his way.

"How was your day?" The blond asked with no real interest as he looked outside the window.

Gilbert shrugged.


I'm alive, there will be more updates soon. I'm probably going to be extending this storyline. See you soon