How could he not, when there's so much to prepare? Yuri has taken on the bulk of the work to make the strange potion, and then cooked dinner for them besides, but Flynn felt it would only be right to make sure their house was clean before something like this. There's nothing in the few texts he looked over that suggested it was necessary, but it seems right, and anyway he's full of a nervous kind of energy that comes from more than just the impending breach of the Leviathan.
He'd excused himself from early strategy talks, left a few of the other strategic leaders with suggestions to work through, and ignored the twinge of duty-abandoning guilt as he'd spiralled through the lamps back to their blooming home. Usually, cleaning makes him feel better, acts as a balm against his own racing thoughts, but he'd scrubbed the floors and the surfaces and aired out their linens in front of the fire and his mind had run the whole time.
His own power is such a strange thing. Invasive, if Flynn thinks about it too hard, though it's a word he would never apply to any but himself. When Blue does it it's a comfort and when Wu did it, it was a relief, but Flynn can't help but feel that he's taking advantage, that he's been given something he shouldn't have. Perhaps it's simply because feeling the things that Yuri doesn't give voice to is such a joy, and it feels selfish to bask in the love he can feel there. There's a part of Flynn that things he's asking too much, that Yuri will twist away from him all over again and tell him to stop, to find some way to stop it.
Instead, Yuri brought a suggestion to make it deeper and more permanent, and Flynn still doesn't know what to make of that. He'd given his blood with a little trepidation, and watched Yuri mix it with interest. The air is thick with the smell of roses.
His uncertainty and his gratitude are palpable things even as he pushes himself from the table, letting a hand drift over Lion's mane as he does. He ends up on Blue's other side, there as a support if he needs it. ]
Thank you for dinner, Yuri. And for... preparing everything.
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How could he not, when there's so much to prepare? Yuri has taken on the bulk of the work to make the strange potion, and then cooked dinner for them besides, but Flynn felt it would only be right to make sure their house was clean before something like this. There's nothing in the few texts he looked over that suggested it was necessary, but it seems right, and anyway he's full of a nervous kind of energy that comes from more than just the impending breach of the Leviathan.
He'd excused himself from early strategy talks, left a few of the other strategic leaders with suggestions to work through, and ignored the twinge of duty-abandoning guilt as he'd spiralled through the lamps back to their blooming home. Usually, cleaning makes him feel better, acts as a balm against his own racing thoughts, but he'd scrubbed the floors and the surfaces and aired out their linens in front of the fire and his mind had run the whole time.
His own power is such a strange thing. Invasive, if Flynn thinks about it too hard, though it's a word he would never apply to any but himself. When Blue does it it's a comfort and when Wu did it, it was a relief, but Flynn can't help but feel that he's taking advantage, that he's been given something he shouldn't have. Perhaps it's simply because feeling the things that Yuri doesn't give voice to is such a joy, and it feels selfish to bask in the love he can feel there. There's a part of Flynn that things he's asking too much, that Yuri will twist away from him all over again and tell him to stop, to find some way to stop it.
Instead, Yuri brought a suggestion to make it deeper and more permanent, and Flynn still doesn't know what to make of that. He'd given his blood with a little trepidation, and watched Yuri mix it with interest. The air is thick with the smell of roses.
His uncertainty and his gratitude are palpable things even as he pushes himself from the table, letting a hand drift over Lion's mane as he does. He ends up on Blue's other side, there as a support if he needs it. ]
Thank you for dinner, Yuri. And for... preparing everything.