#nope and i have been nonstop talking about their healing journey together for both their issues and I'm drowning in feelings for these beans

[rinnysega]

Morning Routine - A Gus x Ozzy Drabble

The sheets were still dirty, and Gustavo’s hair still lay matted against the back of his neck by the time he awoke. The sun had barely peeked over the Eastern mountains, cascading  soft, warm light into the bedroom of the home that stirred him from his sleep. The canopy silks glistened with their bright and vibrant colors, and he stared at them as he listened to Ozzy breathing beside him.

Reaching over to the side table, in a bit of a groggy fashion, Gustavo took one of his morning cookies for the pains in his leg, and then he hoisted himself out of bed to start the day. Careful not to make too much noise to wake his lover, he took hold of his cane and slowly made his way into the bathroom to wash his face.

While he lathered up his palms with soap and water, he thought about the night before. It was hard not to whenever he glanced into the mirror to see the bite marks along his neck and bare nipples. He blushed, bending his face down to wash it when Ozzy’s voice from the night before sounded in his subconscious.

I love you.

Gustavo ran the water and rinsed his face.

You are kind.

He turned off the water.

You are wanted.

He patted dry his face.

You are whole.

And then he looked at himself in the mirror.

You belong to me.

His shoulders softened, eyes closed, feeling as such in his own skin. That he was whole and wanted. His skin of wrinkles, age spots, and scars were beautiful in the eyes of the man he loved, and his voice was like a love song whose melody played in his memory. A voice that claimed him from the trash where he felt life had thrown him. Carefully scooped up and cradled when he felt as broken as an eggshell. There to help him like a baby fawn take his first steps in taking back his strength. Not the loss of his leg, but the loss of himself. These days, ever since his trips to the city had become less and less, he felt as if he could run far enough to take off and fly - like the old days of his youth when running was all he felt he could ever do.

Gustavo turned his head and smiled at Ozzy who still slept peacefully on his side of their bed. Roto curled up by his leg while Miss Colombia was missing from her perch. No doubt she was already out and about in the living room with her toys. Perhaps she was hungry and he could sneak her some human breakfast…

As he threw a shirt over his body to make way to the kitchen, he stopped first by Ozzy’s side of the bed. He bent low and kissed the side of his head. When his lover didn’t stir, he whispered for him to hear in his dreams -

“And you belong to me, mi Lienzo. I love you too.”