You can hopefully expect it sometime this week!
I have only one final scene to write. Then I’ll be sending it off to Dee to be looked through and edited. Unfortunately work was super busy this past weekend with Easter, so I wasn’t able to get as much done as I wanted.
But I promise it will be soon.
wherenothingisforkeeps prompted: blaine and sebastian are trying to plan a vacation. seb wants somewhere tropical (blaine+bathing suit=duh) and blaine wants a ski trip/(or really anything that doesn’t involve a bathing suit 24/7)
Oh my gosh! This makes me so happy!
I love Sebastian takes care of Blaine. Go read!
- Tagging: Sebastian Smythe & Blaine Anderson
- When: 20th April, 2017. Late afternoon.
- Where: Their local park.
- Notes: Sebastian and Blaine talk about what’s been on Sebastian’s mind.
Blaine rested his head against the window frame, staring down onto the quiet Brooklyn street. It had been close to an hour since Sebastian had left to take Flynn for a walk, and coupled with the bizarrely grumpy mood he’d been in for close to a week now — well, Blaine was worried. No surprises there. It had started in Venice, what for all intents and purposes had been a perfect vacation, and Blaine honestly couldn’t be sure what it was that had starting bothering his boyfriend so much. He sighed, moving to the door and pocketing his keys as he left the apartment, planning to head down the usual route they would go, in search of Sebastian.
“How’d you find this place?” the boy asks, swallowing down another spoonful of ice cream.
“I liked the name. Serendipity. It’s one of my favorite words.”
The boy licks some ice cream from a corner of his mouth, tongue curling to reach the spot. “Why?”
He has to blink several times before the question registers.
“It’s a nice sound for what it means,” he says, grateful his distraction doesn’t sound through. “A fortunate accident.” He shakes his head. “But I don’t believe in accidents. I believe fate’s behind everything.”
A smile tugs at the same corner of the boy’s mouth. “Oh, you do?”
Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.