29.Jul.12, 11:55 PM
"More permenant?" I'shan asked, perking up a bit at the brownrider's words. He turned his head and beamed. "Really? You'd let me set up a kitchen in here?" he said. How sweet! N'gelt was insistent and stubborn when it came to what was his. I'shan loved the idea of making his little makeshift kitchen more permanent; a true sign that the brownrider had let him into his life! I'shan leaned over and gave the other man a kiss on the cheek before looking back to his stew.
"Thank you, baby. I'm glad you let the others come over," I'shan purred, not realizing just how cowed he sounded. He was cautious these days, always worried that he might upset his loving brownrider. It really did strike I'shan as unusually generous of N'gelt. He'd had his differences with both B'jin and R'nd, after all.
After N'gelt left, I'shan concentrated on the stew. It looked so perfect! It looked, smelled, and tasted just like what his mother had made him as a child. He smirked and quickly took it to the kitchen, where he'd already done all the place settings. He placed the pot in the middle and ran into the living area.
"It's done!" he squealed, for no other word properly described it. He rocked back and forth from toes to heels as he motioned for the others to file into the next room and seat themselves.
"It's my mom's old recipe from up north...she always did make the best food," he elaborated, barely able to contain his excitement. His two favorite friends and his lover...it was going to be the best night ever.
He walked into the pantry and retrieved a bottle of wine. He'd brought several, some to cook with and some to share. He popped it and smiled.
"Thank you, baby. I'm glad you let the others come over," I'shan purred, not realizing just how cowed he sounded. He was cautious these days, always worried that he might upset his loving brownrider. It really did strike I'shan as unusually generous of N'gelt. He'd had his differences with both B'jin and R'nd, after all.
After N'gelt left, I'shan concentrated on the stew. It looked so perfect! It looked, smelled, and tasted just like what his mother had made him as a child. He smirked and quickly took it to the kitchen, where he'd already done all the place settings. He placed the pot in the middle and ran into the living area.
"It's done!" he squealed, for no other word properly described it. He rocked back and forth from toes to heels as he motioned for the others to file into the next room and seat themselves.
"It's my mom's old recipe from up north...she always did make the best food," he elaborated, barely able to contain his excitement. His two favorite friends and his lover...it was going to be the best night ever.
He walked into the pantry and retrieved a bottle of wine. He'd brought several, some to cook with and some to share. He popped it and smiled.