Post by Tristan Morrigan on Jan 8, 2024 23:31:32 GMT |
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Post by Elrond Toal on Jan 9, 2024 20:53:44 GMT
Elrond woke feeling both very content and like he had run a marathon the day before. He was sore in a great number of places with increasing intimacy.
He stirred from bed half wondering if the night before had been some fever dream. His body certainly still felt the phantom touches of the night before. It had been such an unusual turn of events that it was just difficult to believe. A handsome stranger waltzing in to answer ALL of his needs.
Then he heard the sound of the shower running in the guest room. With a bit of a goofy smile he fumbled about for the tablet he kept near his bedside. He decided it would be an excellent symbolic capstone to their rendezvous to take down the wanted ad. At this point Elrond couldn’t possibly imagine any better candidate to rent the room.
He activated the tablet and let the screen reader navigate him to the place he had uploaded the ad. Only then did he realize that he hadn’t uploaded it. He must have meant to do so and not finished the process.
There was nothing to delete under his account.
His brow furrowed in the conundrum of knowing that actually Tristan must have knocked on his door for some other reason….or by complete chance.
This should have been deeply conflicting news for him. Instead he had come to like and trust the stranger so much he only felt vaguely grateful to whatever cosmic fate put Tristan in his direction.
A smile returned to his face, he deleted whatever remained of the process for placing the for rent ad and then headed off to have a quick shower himself.
Unlike Tristan as he finished his shower he emerged into the living area wearing a fluffy bathrobe. He hummed slightly as he made his way toward the noise of the cabinet doors. “Looking for something?” Elrond asked, his voice cheery and bright.
His eyes naturally running over Tristan’s figure and then doing a double take and squinting. Oh. well at least he feels at home I suppose. Erlond thought to himself. That or perhaps his underwear were tan….that sort of optical illusion had got him more than once.
He stirred from bed half wondering if the night before had been some fever dream. His body certainly still felt the phantom touches of the night before. It had been such an unusual turn of events that it was just difficult to believe. A handsome stranger waltzing in to answer ALL of his needs.
Then he heard the sound of the shower running in the guest room. With a bit of a goofy smile he fumbled about for the tablet he kept near his bedside. He decided it would be an excellent symbolic capstone to their rendezvous to take down the wanted ad. At this point Elrond couldn’t possibly imagine any better candidate to rent the room.
He activated the tablet and let the screen reader navigate him to the place he had uploaded the ad. Only then did he realize that he hadn’t uploaded it. He must have meant to do so and not finished the process.
There was nothing to delete under his account.
His brow furrowed in the conundrum of knowing that actually Tristan must have knocked on his door for some other reason….or by complete chance.
This should have been deeply conflicting news for him. Instead he had come to like and trust the stranger so much he only felt vaguely grateful to whatever cosmic fate put Tristan in his direction.
A smile returned to his face, he deleted whatever remained of the process for placing the for rent ad and then headed off to have a quick shower himself.
Unlike Tristan as he finished his shower he emerged into the living area wearing a fluffy bathrobe. He hummed slightly as he made his way toward the noise of the cabinet doors. “Looking for something?” Elrond asked, his voice cheery and bright.
His eyes naturally running over Tristan’s figure and then doing a double take and squinting. Oh. well at least he feels at home I suppose. Erlond thought to himself. That or perhaps his underwear were tan….that sort of optical illusion had got him more than once.