#❥ raphael. bond: ian & theo ﹕ love is a game meant for more than two.

[stellarhistoria]

He was quiet as he watched Raphael in the kitchen, leaning against the doorway. Content to simply see his ocean, especially after the time they had spent apart. Just the way Raph moved. The mutterings as his hands busied themselves with food and getting it ready to cook. All of this, right here in front of him. Safe, and sound, and here.

Theo was happy to just watch... It didn't stop him from eventually stepping away from the frame, taking only a few to wrap his arms around Raphael's waist. Being careful, of course, in case a knife was in hand. But pulling the pirate close, holding him from behind as Theo rested his forehead on his shoulder.

"What're you cooking?" His head lifted so that his chin was on Raphael's shoulder instead, smiling at him. "It smells good." As long as it wasn't another kitchen war crime, at least. The one thing he didn't like about Raphael's cooking so far.

There was always an odd sort of ... contentment that came with cooking for his beloved boyfriends. That bloodlust that normally sweltered like a bleeding heat in his core settled like ash and dust in his stomach, then rested at his feet as he walked. Ian always complained about him making too much of a mess, but thankfully Theo never noticed it. Thankfully, hopefully, he never would.

So there's a gentle smile on his face as he prepares a normal lunch, a normal preparation for the three of them, something that they can all agree on that has the right mix of spices and the right mix of heat and deliciousness for their palettes. Not too flavourless and not too spicy. So he's just humming as he cooks, chopping away at some greens to put in the water for the chicken.

"G'mornin' my love. Or should I say, good afternoon? Y' slept in again." He laughs, and it's an easy sound. One can almost forget that he's a spirit, that he'd kill again, that he's merciless and cold. "I'll make coffee. Sit down." It'd summon Ian too.

// @terredivine THEO