You can sit up on the counter and give me kisses while I chop the ends off the asparagus, how about.
[ :) ]
If you want, you can pull that little table in the bedroom out from the wall and get the chairs in place so we can eat over there, instead of in bed. But it's your birthday, so if you wanna eat in bed, I'm not stopping you.
Would you rather me do that over giving you kisses? [ hehe... ] But, okay. Safer to do that so we don't have Flamebringer fingertips in with our asparagus.
Yeah, don't distract me too much. This isn't gonna take long, promise.
[A-cookin' he will go... look, for as much as this is home cooking, at least he knows how to properly baste a steak. They don't teach you that in mercenary groups, so clearly he picked something up from Rhodes, or someone here maybe. Maybe he's just trying extra hard for Ezell. It's not like he cares how food tastes; you take what you get on the road.]
[ He'll part with Flamebringer after at least one kiss, then. Just a quick peck against his lips before he heads off to put the table out. He does feel bad for not doing more for Flamebringer's birthday, but... he'll do better next year for now, he really does enjoy the effort he's putting in. ]
[Yeah Ezell's probably gonna feel awful about this one for the rest of his life and that's not even the goal, Flamebringer is just a sentimental piece of shit.
He will be cooking for the next half hour tops, and then plating everything nicely. It's asparagus, a decently sized but not too large steak for each of them, and some mashed potatoes. He did mash the potatoes himself. They're all nicely seasoned too.
God he hopes this doesn't suck.
He places dinner on the table for both of them, though, silverware included — and then lights the candle in the middle of the table with the tip of his finger.]
There. Dig in. If it sucks, just be honest, it won't hurt my feelings.
[ No, he's just going to do better next year! Do not give him something else to be depressed about. ]
No, it won't suck. [ He's had Ain's food before- ] It looks and smells amazing. You know... you really didn't have to do all this. I would've been more than happy with just a birthday kiss.
[ Casually going to just eat a bite of the food while he says that, thanks-
Ezell sort of melts just a little when he eats it. Flamebringer is no professional chef or anything, but that doesn't mean Ezell doesn't thoroughly enjoy it. Plus it's just settling in now that Flamebringer has done all this for Ezell. He brought him to be here, alone on the beach, to make dinner and enjoy time together for his birthday. Like... if that doesn't make him feel like the most special person in the world, he's not sure what would.
He feels like he'd cry if he kept thinking about it. God, Flamebringer just implied sex after and Ezell wants to tear up?? Hello? He pulls his fork out of his mouth and swallows, reaching his other hand over to settle over Flamebringer's. ]
...I love you so much. You really do mean the whole world to me.
Great. I don't normally cook like that, so I was scared the meat was gonna be fucked up.
[He'll give Ezell his hand back now so they can both eat. Steak is kind of a two-handed meal. Like, don't get him wrong, he'd absolutely spear this cut of meat on his fork and eat it off that like a barbarian, but he's trying to make this... presentable. Not stupid? Something like that.]
No, no, it's really good! [ He will take his hand back to start cutting into his meal again, happily stuffing his face. He waits to swallow before speaking, of course. ] I think you did really well with the flavor, too.
[ He wasn't expecting anything for his birthday and now he's just so light and airy and... hhh. He love him boyfriend... ]
I love you, too. ...more than I bet you think I do.
[He's so down horrendous. He's so deeply, terribly in love with Ezell.
The faster he eats, the faster he can propose, the faster he can slip the ring on Ezell's finger and kiss him stupid, and they can sleep here and cuddle and
and
he's going to get emotional thinking about waking up next to his fiance, help.]
After we're done eating, let's go dance around the fire pit outside for a bit. I know it's cold, but trust me, it's part of your present.
[Where did you learn to dance, you hopeless romantic?]
Careful, love, if you scarf your food down like that, you're going to choke...
[ A little chuckle. "More than I bet you think I do", hm...? That's probably true. But only because it's genuinely hard for Ezell to imagine why someone would love him. If he were in Flamebringer's shoes, he certainly wouldn't-
But he doesn't say that. His wings just shudder a bit in delight and Ezell continues his meal at a moderate pace. ]
Oh...? Dancing? You didn't have to go all out for this, Flamebringer, you know??? Just this alone has made me so happy.
Yeah, I mean— it's not going to be great dancing. I don't have good dancing music on my phone, so it's going to be silent. Maybe that's gonna make it weird, I dunno.
[He will not stop inhaling his food thank you though!]
[ What do you mean he learned how to waltz?? From who?????? Ezell might be dying, his boyfriend is too sweet. Cavities abound. ]
...hehe. You're so cute. If you'd like, I might have some good waltz music on my phone? And, yes, I do. It doesn't have to be great - the fact you want to with me at all is really charming, my love.
[Thanks to PV and Luca, he now knows how to fucking dance. Look, he's been planning this!!]
Yeah, that works. I know it's snowing and cold and wet, but uh... well. I was planning this for a while, and there's not much room to dance in here with the bed in the way.
[Y'all could do a different waltz but that is super not what Flamebringer implied. Or meant to imply, anyway.]
I'm sure we could always move it outside, but... that's too much work. I'm more than happy to do this outside. If we get closer to the waves, it'll be fine. The salt from the water will have taken care of the snow, either way.
[ Ezell is mostly finished at this point, so... ]
Alright, then. Did you learn how to lead, or how to follow? I can do either just fine.
I can do both. [He learnt both!] ...but let me lead tonight, yeah?
[Since they're both done, he will stand up and start to head outside. He lit the fire pit so that they could dance around that since it'll be far warmer than the frigid negative temperatures outside, so that's where they're going, just off to the side of the deck. Ezell should probably keep his phone in his pocket playing music, though, lest it get wet with the heavy snowfall.]
[ Ezell nods, and he’ll take Flamebringer’s hand and squeeze it as they go outside together. With his other hand he’ll try to find some waltz-appropriate music he has saved and shove his phone back in his pocket afterwards. ]
[Thank God for waltz-appropriate music because Flamebringer has death metal. That is not romantic. Imagine Master of Puppets playing while he gets down on one knee and proposes.]
You know, I...
[He begins, as he's twirling them around in their little dance out on the patio, fire burning hot enough to keep the chill out at least for now.]
...really fucking suck at dates and stuff. I'm still getting used to what it feels like to be soft with someone. I probably should've brought you flowers and wine.
...
I don't even know if you drink. [So it's going well.]
["Adorable". Ugh! Look at him! He's never used words like that until Ezell popped into his life! He rolls his eyes at himself, grins playfully, and tightens his grip on Ezell's waist.
To himself, he thinks: I've got to say something more romantic than this. I cannot be a dork, I practiced this in front of a mirror and I need to say something suave and cool.]
Over the last while, you've grown on me. Like a weed. [motherfucker—] A really cute weed.
...
[Just gonna. Be pathetic and bonk his head into Ezell's shoulder. The nerves have him bad right now, but he'll lift his head up a short second later.]
I feel like I can't talk to you properly without stumbling over my own words. I hope you know that... for all my "I fuck with you"s and my "you're a cute weed", I still want to spend the rest of my sunrises with you. Kissing your shoulders in the morning, burying my nose into your hair and breathing you in, wrapping around you... that sort of shit.
[ You know, even despite being compared to a weed, Ezell is incredibly endeared. He honestly can't believe Flamebringer's sincere endearments here. Where is this coming from...? He knows how this all sounds, right? And to be with him so sweetly like that...
Ezell will gently stop their waltz so he can properly wrap his arms around Flamebringer for a hug, combing his fingers through his hair. He's trying to help settle those nerves, mostly because they're getting to Ezell now, too. ] I really love you, too. I... I'm just a little confused. Where's all this coming from...?
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He will absolutely follow Flamebringer into the kitchen, though. He's holding his hand and everything. ]
Are you sure you don't need help? I can wash potatoes or peel stuff or...
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[ :) ]
If you want, you can pull that little table in the bedroom out from the wall and get the chairs in place so we can eat over there, instead of in bed. But it's your birthday, so if you wanna eat in bed, I'm not stopping you.
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[A-cookin' he will go... look, for as much as this is home cooking, at least he knows how to properly baste a steak. They don't teach you that in mercenary groups, so clearly he picked something up from Rhodes, or someone here maybe. Maybe he's just trying extra hard for Ezell. It's not like he cares how food tastes; you take what you get on the road.]
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He will be cooking for the next half hour tops, and then plating everything nicely. It's asparagus, a decently sized but not too large steak for each of them, and some mashed potatoes. He did mash the potatoes himself. They're all nicely seasoned too.
God he hopes this doesn't suck.
He places dinner on the table for both of them, though, silverware included — and then lights the candle in the middle of the table with the tip of his finger.]
There. Dig in. If it sucks, just be honest, it won't hurt my feelings.
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No, it won't suck. [ He's had Ain's food before- ] It looks and smells amazing. You know... you really didn't have to do all this. I would've been more than happy with just a birthday kiss.
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[Winks :)]
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Ezell sort of melts just a little when he eats it. Flamebringer is no professional chef or anything, but that doesn't mean Ezell doesn't thoroughly enjoy it. Plus it's just settling in now that Flamebringer has done all this for Ezell. He brought him to be here, alone on the beach, to make dinner and enjoy time together for his birthday. Like... if that doesn't make him feel like the most special person in the world, he's not sure what would.
He feels like he'd cry if he kept thinking about it. God, Flamebringer just implied sex after and Ezell wants to tear up?? Hello? He pulls his fork out of his mouth and swallows, reaching his other hand over to settle over Flamebringer's. ]
...I love you so much. You really do mean the whole world to me.
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He grins, tail wagging, and flips his hand around to tickle Ezell's palm with his fingers. Flirting.]
I love you. Do you like it?
[Tell him you at least find his dinner Tolerable.]
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Yes, of course, sorry. I just got so overwhelmed with adoration, I forgot to add that part, haha...
It's fantastic. Thank you.
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[He'll give Ezell his hand back now so they can both eat. Steak is kind of a two-handed meal. Like, don't get him wrong, he'd absolutely spear this cut of meat on his fork and eat it off that like a barbarian, but he's trying to make this... presentable. Not stupid? Something like that.]
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[ He wasn't expecting anything for his birthday and now he's just so light and airy and... hhh. He love him boyfriend... ]
I love you.
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I love you, too. ...more than I bet you think I do.
[He's so down horrendous. He's so deeply, terribly in love with Ezell.
The faster he eats, the faster he can propose, the faster he can slip the ring on Ezell's finger and kiss him stupid, and they can sleep here and cuddle and
and
he's going to get emotional thinking about waking up next to his fiance, help.]
After we're done eating, let's go dance around the fire pit outside for a bit. I know it's cold, but trust me, it's part of your present.
[Where did you learn to dance, you hopeless romantic?]
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[ A little chuckle. "More than I bet you think I do", hm...? That's probably true. But only because it's genuinely hard for Ezell to imagine why someone would love him. If he were in Flamebringer's shoes, he certainly wouldn't-
But he doesn't say that. His wings just shudder a bit in delight and Ezell continues his meal at a moderate pace. ]
Oh...? Dancing? You didn't have to go all out for this, Flamebringer, you know??? Just this alone has made me so happy.
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[He will not stop inhaling his food thank you though!]
...do you, uh, know how to waltz?
[where did YOU learn that?]
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...hehe. You're so cute. If you'd like, I might have some good waltz music on my phone? And, yes, I do. It doesn't have to be great - the fact you want to with me at all is really charming, my love.
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Yeah, that works. I know it's snowing and cold and wet, but uh... well. I was planning this for a while, and there's not much room to dance in here with the bed in the way.
[Y'all could do a different waltz but that is super not what Flamebringer implied. Or meant to imply, anyway.]
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[ Ezell is mostly finished at this point, so... ]
Alright, then. Did you learn how to lead, or how to follow? I can do either just fine.
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[Since they're both done, he will stand up and start to head outside. He lit the fire pit so that they could dance around that since it'll be far warmer than the frigid negative temperatures outside, so that's where they're going, just off to the side of the deck. Ezell should probably keep his phone in his pocket playing music, though, lest it get wet with the heavy snowfall.]
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You know, I...
[He begins, as he's twirling them around in their little dance out on the patio, fire burning hot enough to keep the chill out at least for now.]
...really fucking suck at dates and stuff. I'm still getting used to what it feels like to be soft with someone. I probably should've brought you flowers and wine.
...
I don't even know if you drink. [So it's going well.]
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[ He gently kisses the tip of Flamebringer's nose after a twirl. ]
I drink socially sometimes. Not enough to get drunk. Depressants and I don't really get along.
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["Adorable". Ugh! Look at him! He's never used words like that until Ezell popped into his life! He rolls his eyes at himself, grins playfully, and tightens his grip on Ezell's waist.
To himself, he thinks: I've got to say something more romantic than this. I cannot be a dork, I practiced this in front of a mirror and I need to say something suave and cool.]
Over the last while, you've grown on me. Like a weed. [motherfucker—] A really cute weed.
...
[Just gonna. Be pathetic and bonk his head into Ezell's shoulder. The nerves have him bad right now, but he'll lift his head up a short second later.]
I feel like I can't talk to you properly without stumbling over my own words. I hope you know that... for all my "I fuck with you"s and my "you're a cute weed", I still want to spend the rest of my sunrises with you. Kissing your shoulders in the morning, burying my nose into your hair and breathing you in, wrapping around you... that sort of shit.
I... really love you, Ezell.
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Ezell will gently stop their waltz so he can properly wrap his arms around Flamebringer for a hug, combing his fingers through his hair. He's trying to help settle those nerves, mostly because they're getting to Ezell now, too. ] I really love you, too. I... I'm just a little confused. Where's all this coming from...?
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