it’s stupidly cold here. and it’s been a stupidly long time since i touched this blog, so here. have a gil-lutz drabble. it’s short, un-betaed, and woefully out of season. also pg-13. shocking i know. try and contain your loins.
(ps — petrolsocken and i have a little au blog going on called we boys of saint mary’s. she does the arts, i do the… something, i’m sure. it’s cute and still a little fledgling, so check it out before it gets older and jaded and starts resenting you. shameless plugging over.)
Pairing: GiLutz (Germancest)
A warm breeze made the curtains in the small room billow upward, tugging at the cotton sheets on the bed. Once starched and pressed into submission, they were now damp with sweat, the heat of the day making them wilt as badly as the vase of wildflowers atop the small table in the corner. Overhead, a fan spun lazily in circles, the quiet clicking of its joints mingling with the tired trill of songbirds in the tree outside the old window.
Gilbert slowly opened his eyes, staring at the smooth expanse of skin his cheek was pillowed upon. Blunted nails scratched at a few drops of sweat that clung to his brother’s chest, and the giant beneath him stirred.