Lugh/David's Relationship
I don't usually write Lugh, simply because he's hard to pin down with words. But Teru made the comment that she's never really seen Lugh in a loving/kind situation, which is really all that David ever sees of him. I wanted to offer an example, and so we end up with this.
M/M relationship stated, nothing beyond kissing involved.
He cursed under his breath when the second attempt at opening the damn front door failed. This time he'd managed to drop the keys, and he didn't quite feel up to stooping down and picking them up. Marxli, who had said nothing the entire walk from the bar to the apartment, picked them up and flipped through the ring to find the correct one. He had to have been mad to not talk, usually his hallucination wouldn't shut up.
"You know," he began with that tone he always used before launching into a session of 'you should have known better.' He was standing up on his toes to reach the door knob and push the key in at the same time, barely able to reach.
"Don't start," David snapped. His apparent anger, which was likely just frustration at this point, was diminished by his faint slur. It wasn't because of alcohol, unless perhaps he had been drinking far more than Marxli had counted.
The door opened before Marxli could try and turn the knob, and there was Lugh in skinny jeans and a white t-shirt that was too big for him - one of David's. His brow furrowed at the sight, taking it all in a quick glance before he stepped outside in his bare feet to take David's arm and pull him into their apartment. His grip was insistant, but gentle, long fingers wrapping around David's tired arm and slim shoulders helping to support his weight as they stumbled inside.
Lugh didn't ask what had happened, or why, or begin the routine of chastising him that Marxli did so well. He never did. He just led David to the bedroom and sat beside him, touching his face gently to try and get a good look. While Marxli scampered off to the bathroom to fetch the medical kit, Lugh peeled off David's black leather jacket that was covered in dried blood and the black shirt underneath that was still damp. Lugh took the washcloth that was handed to him, and the antiseptic, and went about gently washing David's face.
David closed his eyes, letting his boyfriend clean the cut above his brow and the split lip with the warm rag. The antiseptic stung faintly enough he barely noticed. When Lugh finished, he pressed a kiss to David's forehead and David leaned into it, welcomingly. Once the kiss was broken, David kicked off his shoes, Marxli having already untied them for him.
Lugh scooped David into his arms, then, cradling him as he moved them both to the bed proper. He adjusted the covers, making sure that they were both satisfactorily under them, and put his arm around David. David curled up against him, grateful for the loving touches and the musky scent that was unmistakably his lover's on his tongue. He drifted towards an uneasy sleep, cheek resting on Lugh's chest, listening to the odd rythmic beat of his heart.
Lugh watched him for a few moments, running his free hand through David's hair, taming fly-aways. He placed one more kiss to his cheek before he finally settled.
M/M relationship stated, nothing beyond kissing involved.
He cursed under his breath when the second attempt at opening the damn front door failed. This time he'd managed to drop the keys, and he didn't quite feel up to stooping down and picking them up. Marxli, who had said nothing the entire walk from the bar to the apartment, picked them up and flipped through the ring to find the correct one. He had to have been mad to not talk, usually his hallucination wouldn't shut up.
"You know," he began with that tone he always used before launching into a session of 'you should have known better.' He was standing up on his toes to reach the door knob and push the key in at the same time, barely able to reach.
"Don't start," David snapped. His apparent anger, which was likely just frustration at this point, was diminished by his faint slur. It wasn't because of alcohol, unless perhaps he had been drinking far more than Marxli had counted.
The door opened before Marxli could try and turn the knob, and there was Lugh in skinny jeans and a white t-shirt that was too big for him - one of David's. His brow furrowed at the sight, taking it all in a quick glance before he stepped outside in his bare feet to take David's arm and pull him into their apartment. His grip was insistant, but gentle, long fingers wrapping around David's tired arm and slim shoulders helping to support his weight as they stumbled inside.
Lugh didn't ask what had happened, or why, or begin the routine of chastising him that Marxli did so well. He never did. He just led David to the bedroom and sat beside him, touching his face gently to try and get a good look. While Marxli scampered off to the bathroom to fetch the medical kit, Lugh peeled off David's black leather jacket that was covered in dried blood and the black shirt underneath that was still damp. Lugh took the washcloth that was handed to him, and the antiseptic, and went about gently washing David's face.
David closed his eyes, letting his boyfriend clean the cut above his brow and the split lip with the warm rag. The antiseptic stung faintly enough he barely noticed. When Lugh finished, he pressed a kiss to David's forehead and David leaned into it, welcomingly. Once the kiss was broken, David kicked off his shoes, Marxli having already untied them for him.
Lugh scooped David into his arms, then, cradling him as he moved them both to the bed proper. He adjusted the covers, making sure that they were both satisfactorily under them, and put his arm around David. David curled up against him, grateful for the loving touches and the musky scent that was unmistakably his lover's on his tongue. He drifted towards an uneasy sleep, cheek resting on Lugh's chest, listening to the odd rythmic beat of his heart.
Lugh watched him for a few moments, running his free hand through David's hair, taming fly-aways. He placed one more kiss to his cheek before he finally settled.