Im mela ar' naur By: Jesse Drache
Disclaimers: I do not own Everwood or the characters…what a pity
Warning: This is Ephram/Bright slash; if you don't like it, don't read it.
Rating: PG-13 but may get higher as time goes on
Chapter 3: Amrun
Ephram woke to light shinning upon his face.
Yawning, he rolled over on his back and glanced around the room, sitting up with a start when
he realized that it was not his.
Rubbing his head with his hands as the events of the previous night came to mind, Ephram
glanced around the room in search of Bright.
Finding the room empty, he went to the bathroom, which was also devoid of a person, and
found what looked like a brand new toothbrush with a note that had his name written on it in
Bright's messy handwriting.
Ephram brushed his teeth and washed his face before going back to the room and putting on
the clothes that he had discarded the night before.
Looking slightly more presentable than he had the night before, Ephram descended down the
back stairway and followed the sound of voices to the dinning room.
"Good morning, Ephram," Mrs. Abbott said as she emerged from a room behind him, a plate of
waffles in her hand.
"Morning," Ephram said looking at the table where Mr. Abbott, Bright, and Amy sat.
"Well, come sit down dear and have some breakfast," Mrs. Abbott said, motioning to the table
where a place had been set for Ephram next to Amy and across from Bright.
"Thank you," Ephram said as he took his seat and waffles were served from the plate that Mrs.
Abbott had placed on the table.
Mr. and Mrs. Abbott talked about Dr. Abbott's patients and the school board, not noticing the
unusually quiet demeanor of their son and Ephram who stared at their plates and avoided the
questioning glances that Amy kept giving them.
Once breakfast had been eaten and the dishes cleared, Ephram thanked Mrs. Abbott for
allowing him to spend the night and took the opportunity to leave before Amy got through
washing the dishes.
Bright walked Ephram to the porch and stepped out, closing the door behind them.
"Ephram…" Bright begun but was silenced when Ephram leaned up and kissed him soflty.
He looked down at the younger boy's sparkling eyes and could not manage to say what was
on his mind.
"I better go back home, dad might not be very strict but he isn't blind," Ephram said after a
moment of silence.
Then kissing Bright's unresponsive lips once more, he begun to walk home at a rather brisk
pace.
***
For those of you who were wondering, the title means "Between love and fire" in Elvish. I'm
really bad with titles and they come out sounding all dorky, so I wrote them in Elvish so they
wouldn't sound as bad.
Disclaimers: I do not own Everwood or the characters…what a pity
Warning: This is Ephram/Bright slash; if you don't like it, don't read it.
Rating: PG-13 but may get higher as time goes on
Chapter 3: Amrun
Ephram woke to light shinning upon his face.
Yawning, he rolled over on his back and glanced around the room, sitting up with a start when
he realized that it was not his.
Rubbing his head with his hands as the events of the previous night came to mind, Ephram
glanced around the room in search of Bright.
Finding the room empty, he went to the bathroom, which was also devoid of a person, and
found what looked like a brand new toothbrush with a note that had his name written on it in
Bright's messy handwriting.
Ephram brushed his teeth and washed his face before going back to the room and putting on
the clothes that he had discarded the night before.
Looking slightly more presentable than he had the night before, Ephram descended down the
back stairway and followed the sound of voices to the dinning room.
"Good morning, Ephram," Mrs. Abbott said as she emerged from a room behind him, a plate of
waffles in her hand.
"Morning," Ephram said looking at the table where Mr. Abbott, Bright, and Amy sat.
"Well, come sit down dear and have some breakfast," Mrs. Abbott said, motioning to the table
where a place had been set for Ephram next to Amy and across from Bright.
"Thank you," Ephram said as he took his seat and waffles were served from the plate that Mrs.
Abbott had placed on the table.
Mr. and Mrs. Abbott talked about Dr. Abbott's patients and the school board, not noticing the
unusually quiet demeanor of their son and Ephram who stared at their plates and avoided the
questioning glances that Amy kept giving them.
Once breakfast had been eaten and the dishes cleared, Ephram thanked Mrs. Abbott for
allowing him to spend the night and took the opportunity to leave before Amy got through
washing the dishes.
Bright walked Ephram to the porch and stepped out, closing the door behind them.
"Ephram…" Bright begun but was silenced when Ephram leaned up and kissed him soflty.
He looked down at the younger boy's sparkling eyes and could not manage to say what was
on his mind.
"I better go back home, dad might not be very strict but he isn't blind," Ephram said after a
moment of silence.
Then kissing Bright's unresponsive lips once more, he begun to walk home at a rather brisk
pace.
***
For those of you who were wondering, the title means "Between love and fire" in Elvish. I'm
really bad with titles and they come out sounding all dorky, so I wrote them in Elvish so they
wouldn't sound as bad.
