Another musical evening...

[warriororiana]

“I-I’m okay…” Rowan said, sounding a little strange.

Typhon frowned and rubbed the young man’s bare arms with his hands. There were goose-bumps all up and down his arms. Still, there was quite a bit of heat coming off of Rowan’s cheeks. Was he fevered? “Are you sure?”

The Bard nodded vigorously, and Typhon shrugged. He had to trust that Rowan knew himself well enough. And hopefully trusted Typhon enough to tell him if he felt ill. “Then let’s continue.” Since he was still behind Rowan, he reached around and lifted his arms a little higher, “There… then move your hands to there…”

Rowan moved a little too abruptly and wound up jabbing an elbow into Typhon’s gut. The large man grunted softly, and when Rowan shot him a horrified look over his shoulder, lifted the corner of his mouth slightly. “I’m fine. It takes more than that to hurt me.” Red-faced, Rowan stared at him for several minutes. Typhon’s eyebrow went up again. Rowan jerked his face forward and went back to the pose.

That had been odd.

They continued for another half hour in this manner. Typhon demonstrating the pose, then moving in close to position Rowan, drilling him in three poses until he was sure the Bard knew them well enough to practice them on his own.

That, of course, was when minor disaster struck. Typhon had turned to reach for his water again, and Rowan hadn’t noticed. Taking a step backwards, he somehow managed to tangle his feet between Typhon’s… They tottered for a few minutes, struggling to keep their balance, and then Rowan started to go down. Unfortunately, they were too close to the pipes. Typhon was afraid that Rowan would knock his head against the unforgiving metal. He grabbed Rowan’s arm and yanked him close, deliberately letting himself fall backwards. They toppled, Typhon on the bottom, Rowan sprawled on top of him.

Typhon stared at the sky for a moment, blinking. And then… Typhon chuckled. It was brief, and soft, sounding a little startled at itself. “Are you all right?” he asked a moment later.

[thebard]

It was musical... that beautiful little chuckle. It was making Rowan's head spin, his heart pound in his chest. That, added to the last thirty minutes of off and on close contact with Typhon, the big mans' rubbing on his goose-pimpled arms, the concern in his voice when he asked in his deep, rumbling voice if Rowan was all right, and now the fact that Rowan was lying on top of him was abut to make Rowan burst into itty-bitty boy bits. Rowan stared down at Typhon, once again unable to speak. The longing he felt for Typhon was shining clearly in his eyes, their faces just cant inches from each other...

And that's when it happened...

Without even having conscious control over his action, Rowan was leaning down, placing his lips upon Typhon's. The kiss was timid, ever so soft, with a gentleness that sent goose-pimples upon goose-pimples over every inch of Rowan's exposed skin. His lips lingered there for a moment, relishing in the sweet feeling having the big man's lips on his own... before Rowan realized what he was doing.

Breaking away suddenly, Rowan's face drained of all color, leaving him as pale white as the moon that shown down from above them. "Oh God..." he stammered, was that shock, horror, or a mixture of both in Typhon's dark eyed gaze? Regardless, it made Rowan panic. "Oh God, oh God..." Tears of dismay formed in his eyes... Typhon hated him now, he just had to!

In a rush of movement, Rowan was standing up, gathering his sock-stuffed converse shoes and his viola in his arms before he fled with the squeaking of the roof access door hinges and the soft pattering of bare feet.

He was doing so well! He was holding everything inside!! And now, he was going to lose the closest friend he had ever had. A friend who would only have become closer to him in time if Rowan hadn't have messed things up!! Crying openly despite his shyness, Rowan rushed down the stairs and through the hallways of the BPRD, catching confused glances fro the people he passed in his run. He had to get back to his room... his haven, his refuge. There, he could shut out the world and pretend he didn't exist.

Once there, he flung his door open and slammed it firmly behind him... in the faces of a suit or two that had followed him to see what was wrong with him. Locking the door firmly, he dropped his viola case and shoes and stumbled backwards a few steps. Tears turned to choked sobs as his back finally hit the wall. He then slid down into couch, holding his knees to his chest as he cried...

[warriororiana]

Typhon froze in complete and utter shock at Rowan’s kiss. His eyes were wide with surprise. That had been the LAST thing Typhon would EVER have expected. He was stunned speechless, motionless, breathless… unable to even blink.

Rowan, however, was clearly not frozen, though he seemed just as surprised at his own actions as Typhon was. “Oh God… Oh God, oh God…” In a rush, Rowan had fled, taking his viola with him. The door slammed shut behind him.

Typhon huffed, even more surprised than before, if that were possible. He sat up slowly, feeling oddly as if he were in a dream. Nothing quite felt real. He blinked, and stared at the rooftop for several minutes, thinking over what had just happened. Rowan had kissed him. And then run away. Those were the undeniable facts. What had Typhon chasing his thoughts in circles… was WHY.

Why had he kissed him? Why had he fled? Had Typhon misunderstood his earlier unease? Was it repressed emotions? Did someone actually DESIRE Typhon? Or had it been impulse, without thought, and once done was completely regretted? Was that why Rowan had fled?

Slowly, Typhon rose to his feet and padded over to his mat, frowning thoughtfully, his thoughts still churning doggedly. Why? The why was important. It made a big difference as to how Typhon should react. If it was a mistake, then for the sake of their friendship it was best ignored. But… if it hadn’t been a mistake… Typhon rolled up his mat and tied it carefully. Then shrugged his shirt on, buttoning it. His motion was slow, deliberate… just like his thoughts. But with better results. He gathered up his water bottle, towel, and mat and tucked them under one arm, heading down in the wake of Rowan’s stormy departure.

Was Rowan gay? Or bi? Was he interested in Typhon? Typhon went first to his room where he dropped off his burdens, too preoccupied to notice where he put them. Had it been merely curiosity? The water bottle got tucked away where the mat was supposed to go, and the mat was stuffed into the closet. The towel was hung carefully up on a clothes hanger. Did Rowan hope that Typhon forgot the kiss? Typhon sat on the edge of his bed and bent to prop his elbows on his knees, and his chin in his hands. Why?

Well… there was only one person who could answer those questions. Typhon, try as he might, could only come up with more questions and no answers at all. Standing, Typhon nodded. Well then, he would have to ask Rowan.

Two agents were standing outside Rowan’s room, talking to each other in low voices. Typhon nodded to them and then stepped up to Rowan’s door, lifting a hand…

“Sir, he’s not answering. We tried that.”

Typhon paused and looked over his shoulder. “I’ll take care of this.”

“You know what’s wrong?”

“No,” Typhon answered, and then returned his attention to the door. The bemused agents shrugged and moved off. Typhon tapped politely on the door. “Rowan… it’s Typhon.”

Several minutes passed without answer. Typhon frowned and knocked again. “Rowan… please open the door.” Typhon waited a few more minutes. Then knocked again, this time without saying anything. Rowan surely knew it was him. Again he waited... and again he knocked. Typhon was fully prepared to continue this all night. He was a patient man.

[thebard]

Rowan hared the suits knocking over and over again, asking if he was all right. But, Rowan just stayed where he was, hugging his legs to his chest, his face buried into his knees. What had he done? He had ruined everything, that's what he had done. He hadn't felt this awful or ached this much inside since his father had passed. Typhon would hate him now... he was certain. Why did he have to go and kiss him??

Oh, but the kiss... it was so nice. Typhon's lips were so tender and soft, probably the softest part of the big man's whole body.They were as tender as Typhon's soul, as soft as the gaze in the big man's eyes. The memory of the heated moment just made Rowan cry harder, his hands turning into fists. "Stop it... STOP it!!!" He demanded of himself, pounding is fists into his legs as he looked up with a tear stained face. Remembering was only making it worse for himself.

The knocking on his door stopped, and Rowan felt a small rush of relief. Maybe he would actually be left alone now. Alone to cry by himself and chastise himself for even leaving his room in the first place. He should have just had his meals delivered to him, that way he would have met Typhon...

"Oh, Ty..." Rowan sobbed, the big man's face, complete with almost smile, surfaced in his mind.

The next moment there was another knock on the door, this one was not urgent, but polite. And the voice that followed made Rowan's heart jump up into his throat. "Rowan… it’s Typhon."

"Ty...?" Rowan whispered, his face beat red and glistening with tears.

A few moments passed, Rowan unsure if he had heard right. There was another polite knock on the door. "Rowan… please open the door."

Typhon's voice sounded so sweet, filled with concern. But, Rowan was frozen... was Typhon here to berate him?Maybe even punch him in the face? No... that wasn't Typhon. As little as Rowan knew about Ty, he knew he would never strike him. And he doubted he would ever speak a word in anger to him either. Slowly, he found the strength to rise up off the floor.

There was another set of knocking... and another... Rowan couldn't make his legs work! Maybe Typhon had left and left things to the suits? No... another thing that Typhon seemed to radiate was an almost limitless patience. Rowan figured Ty would wait there until Rowan opened the door...

Finally regaining control over his limbs, Rowan slowly padded over to the door, leaning his head against it for a moment before unlocking it and opening it. He was looking down, unable to lift his eyes up. But he knew Typhon as still there, he could tell by the size and the red and black tattoos covering the man's bare feet...

[warriororiana]

The snap of the lock caught Typhon, fist raised for another knock. He lowered it as the door eased open to reveal Rowan… who was staring at his feet.

Typhon followed that gaze down, and grunted in surprise to realize he was still barefoot. No wonder the other agents had eyed him dubiously. Typhon blinked, reigning in his runaway thoughts. “Rowan. Why?”

In that one word question was the wealth of questions bouncing around inside Typhon’s skull. Why had he kissed him? Why him, of all people? Why had he run away? Why hadn’t he said something sooner? Why was he hiding now? Did he have feelings for Typhon? Was it a mistake? And all the other questions. Typhon’s voice held no condemnation, no anger, only a small amount of confusion and a calm desire to get answers.

He must have surprised Rowan. The young man’s head jerked up, eyes finally meeting Typhon’s before he flushed and looked away quickly. Typhon realized that this was not, perhaps, the best sort of conversation to be having in the hallway. He nodded toward Rowan’s quarters, and then added, “May I come in?”

[thebard]

Why?

God, how to even begin to answer that question.

Rowan nodded his permission for Typhon's entrance into his room, standing aside to allow the big man entrance. He then quickly shut the door behind his friend, barring out any questions the two suits may have asked before they had a chance to voice them. Sighing, he leaned with his hand clasped behind his tailbone against the door as Typhon found a clear spot to sit on Rowan's bed, his gaze still clearly filled with questions.

Rowan thought he wouldn't be able to speak, that seeing Typohon would freeze him into silence again. But, the tenderness in his gaze seemed to thaw the frozen fright out of Rowan's veins. "... first of all, I'm sorry..." Rowan began, looking down to his feet. "I didn't intend to hurt your feelings."

Taking a deep breath, Rowan felt tears sting his eyes again as he spoke. "... I never had a chance to have feelings for anyone," he began. "I never had any friends, or any romantic impulses..." He looked up at his poster of Wonder Woman and sighed. "Until I met you, I thought I was straight... well, now I know that I'm not."

Rowan then looked back down at his feet as he made fists with his toes nervously. "You..." he let out a deep, shuddering sigh as tears rolled down his cheeks. "You make me feel things that I didn't think I would ever feel towards anyone, let alone a man. You are so patient yet mysterious... strong and graceful. There's a beauty to you that I just can't fathom."

Finally, he looked up to look into Ty's gaze. "When I'm with you, I feel safe... appreciated," he blinked the tears form his eyes. "I thought I could hold it in, especially only having just met you, and haven't really gotten to know you. But, I can't help the rush hat I feel whenever you're close."

Rowan looked down at his feet again. "So... I'm sorry," he repeated after a heavy sigh. "I don't want to lose your friendship, Ty. You're the best friend I have ever made, and I don't want to lose that. But, then again, I can't deny his deep, animal attraction that I have for you either. So, if you don't want to be my friend anymore..." He took another shuddering breath,a tear dripping from his chin. "I'll totally understand."

[warriororiana]

“First of all, I’m sorry… I didn’t intend to hurt your feelings.”

Typhon blinked. Hurt his…?? How… what… why…?? He set aside the immediate questions, determined to listen.

What followed was a slightly rambling speech that did much to answer some of Typhon’s questions… and left others completely untouched. Typhon listened with a frown of concentration, and at the end nodded a little to himself and then stood. He stared at a point slightly above Rowan’s head, mulling over what he had heard, thinking it over carefully, turning it over in his head to look at every angle he could. After several minutes of silence, he nodded again to himself. And then turned and silently moved into Rowan’s kitchenette. He thought he remembered…

Yes, there were the cups. He filled the glass with water and came back to Rowan, handing the cup to the puzzled young man, who took it reflexively, incomprehension and confusion in every line of his expression. Typhon reached up to wipe away the damp trail of tears on Rowan’s cheek with his thumb.

“My feelings are not hurt,” Typhon rumbled. He stared at Rowan for several minutes, studying his face. So… the young man had feelings for him. He didn’t know what to do with such feelings, never having had them before, and didn’t know how to control them. They apparently overcame him, leading to the kiss. Typhon was more than a little sure that the Bard was slightly deranged. He had a mirror, he knew what the standards for beauty and handsomeness were. He’d been often told that he didn’t even come close. He had no illusions in that direction. Still… there was a certain amount of innocent sweetness to the compliments.

Typhon nodded again to himself. He needed to think. This was a lot to take in, and so suddenly. Forgetting that Rowan had no experience with his mannerisms, Typhon simply turned and headed into the hallway, carefully closing the door behind himself.

His mind churned doggedly as he paced the hallway, his bare feet silent on the hard surface. Rowan had feelings for him. He was old enough that they weren’t simply hormonal imbalances. He had thought he was straight, but he’d had no real romantic relationship with which to form a solid determination. So his guess could be based from the natural assumption, since most males were heterosexual. On meeting Typhon, desires arose to disprove the first conjecture. Then again, since he had so few friends, it could be a natural reaction, or over-reaction to finally having someone to be close to. It could be… but Typhon wasn’t ready to dismiss Rowan’s assertions based on that.

Typhon turned on his heel and headed back down the section of hallway he’d just traversed. So, Rowan wished to keep the friendship, and feared to lose it. And yet, could not control the attraction. It could be possible for him to learn control. But would it be right to deny it? Would it do more harm to deny it… or more harm to indulge it? It would, most assuredly change the friendship. Typhon, though he had no personal experience, had certain seen enough friendships irretrievably altered by such declarations. Sometimes for the good… sometimes for the bad. But they always changed. So that was something to consider as well.

Typhon turned again, retracing his steps once more. He steadfastly ignored any curious glances he was getting. Now to consider his own role. Did he have feelings for Rowan? That was hard to say. Typhon had a passion for watching movies, particularly romantic movies. It was a secret hobby of his. He knew what the movies said were signs of love. But he also knew that movies were largely fiction, and basing reality on them was a good way to get in trouble. He himself had never had anyone romantically interested in him. He had so thoroughly abandoned the thought of gaining romance, that he wasn’t prepared for this. He had know idea what he should feel.

Once again, he turned to pace the same length of hallway. He did know friendship. He hadn’t had many friends, but he had had a few. So… now he should compare his friendship with Rowan to those friendships. Was there something different? Yes… there was. This friendship had proceeded with a rapidity that was startling. There had been none of the tentativeness that had punctuated all of his other friendships. Rowan and he had been comfortable with each other almost from the start. Until that odd build up of tension that Typhon now knew had been the burgeoning feelings.

Turn. Pace. Then again, Tabby too had shown little discomfort. Was it just a mark of the quality of people here… that they were not frightened or intimidated by his unusual size and markings? Was that the only difference, and therefore simply a product of where Rowan had been raised and NOT infatuation?

Turn. Pace. There too… a watch-word. Infatuation. This was, by Rowan’s confession, his first love. First loves had a history of being more infatuation than fact. Would this be another of those doomed first loves?

Turn. Pace. What if it was? Was that such a bad thing? Wasn’t it often said that it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? This was a rare chance for Typhon to experience love… even if it was only temporary. It may be his only chance. Typhon himself might be the one to break off, discovering that he didn’t truly have feelings. Or Rowan might do so. But… wasn’t it worth the risk? Every movie, every book, every poem, every play… every piece of art on the subject… said it was.

Typhon stopped and stared down the hallway. And there was his answer. Nodding to himself, he turned around one last time and headed back to Rowan’s door. He knocked gently. “Rowan? It’s Typhon.”

He had to repeat his earlier performance, patiently waiting between knocks, but it wasn’t as long this time before Rowan answered the door, his face wet with fresh tears. Typhon didn’t give the Bard a chance to say anything. He reached down and cupped Rowan’s face in his hands, tilting it up, and bent to capture the young man’s lips in a clumsy kiss.

[thebard]

That was it... he would probably never speak to Typhon again. The door closed behind the big man when he left, and Rowan felt as if his heart had done the same; closing itself off to the rest of the world. Rowan looked down at the cup of water in his hands, staring into his own reflection for the longest of moments before he felt his every limb grow numb. The cup Ty had placed in Ro's hands slipped form his fingertips, spilling its contents as it fell to the floor to shatter into a hundred tiny pieces. Rowan didn't even notice that a couple of places on the tops of his feet were cut, letting tiny trails of blood to ooze forward and run down to the floor. He didn't feel pain, didn't feel the oozing of his blood... all he felt was the ache in his chest.

Then the sobs came, racking Rowan's lungs from their deepest depths, making him feel like he was convulsing. He had ruined everything... Typhon hated him... he hated himself. Feeling dizzy, he wobbled on weak knees before tottering to his bed. Falling to his knees before he even had a chance to reach it, he managed to catch a grip of his comforter and tore it off as he hit the floor on his side. Crying, he gathered the blanket to his chest and hugged it as the tears flowed and flowed, trialing down his face to pool in a small puddle under his cheek.

Oh, how he ached... his heart, his chest, his whole body. Why did it ache so? Why did it fee like something had been ripped away from him never to return? Burying his face into his comforter to muffle his cries, he didn't hear the knock at first. And when he did, he thought it was just a trick of his imagination. But, the unique tone of Ty's voice filled his ears, and he bolted up right, smacking his head soundly on the underside of his bed as he did, making him feel dizzy once again.

"Fudge!" He cursed before fumbling to his feet. Had Typhon come back to break his heart again?? Steeling himself for the worst, he skirted around the broken glass and opened the door, stepping out to look up at the towering giant of a man.

But then Ty caught him totally by surprised, and cupped his cheek before placing the most clumsy but unbelievably sweet kiss upon his lips! Rowan's eyes widened in surprise, but as the kiss linger, he once again felt himself go numb, though this time the feeling was all together different than how he felt before. He had felt empty just a few short minutes ago, but now it was like something was filling him up from the bottom of his soul. Eyes fluttering closed as the kiss became less clumsy, Rowan felt his arm snake up around Typhon's thick neck to steady himself, and to press the man's handsome face closer to his own.

He never wanted this moment to end...

[warriororiana]

Typhon thought he might be getting better at kissing by the end of it. It was… odd. He’d never kissed anyone except his mother before this. His nose kept getting in the way until he tilted his face like they did in the movies. And… his stomach kept fluttering in a peculiar way. Not really unpleasant, but definitely unsettling. Another curious thing about kisses… it was awfully difficult to breathe and kiss at the same time. It took too much coordination and attention to do very successfully, and so it was lack of air that ended the kiss.

Typhon straightened. He guessed that Rowan had accepted his answer, given the way the young man was hanging on him with his eyes closed and his face still up-tilted, as though begging for another kiss. Typhon chuckled softly and nudged him backwards. It would probably be a good idea to get inside. He didn’t really want an audience for his first, tentative steps toward romance. Coworkers had an unfortunate habit of gossiping and teasing. He wanted neither for this.

Dazed, Rowan let him steer him inside far enough to get the door closed, and then Typhon noticed the broken glass. He made a wordless sound of concern and protest, frowning before moving to carefully gather the various pieces up so they wouldn’t step on them. When he had all the larger pieces picked up and thrown away, he looked around for a broom. Finding it, Typhon finished cleaning up the glass. Then he turned to Rowan, gently herding the musician onto his bed to tend to his feet. Fortunately the cuts were minor and there was no glass in them.

He looked up at Rowan from where he sat on the floor, tending to his cuts. “Why?” This time the question was in reference to the cuts and the broken glass.

[thebard]

Yes he wanted another kis... he wanted a hundred, no a THOUSAND more kisses. But, Rowan didn't protest when Ty ushered his back into his room. He blinked when Typhon hered his to his bed after picking up the broken glass on the floor. And then, like the sweet man he was, Ty began to look after the tiny cute on Rowan's feet! Rowan watched Typhon, still a bit dizzy from the kiss, and grinned a little when he saw how the big man's huge hands even made Rowan's feet look tiny.

Taking in a deep breath, Rowan thought about how to answer Typhon single worded question. "When you left," he began softly, wincing now and again when Ty applied some alcohol to disinfect the small cuts on his feet. "I thought maybe it was for good... yoyu had said I didn't hurt your feelings, but the way you left... the cup just fell, 'cos I couldn't feel my fingers anymore. I felt numb all over."

Tears began to well up in Rowan's eyes again. He didn't like to think of Typhon leaving him, now now... or ever. "I thought maybe you just didn't want to talk to me anymore," he continued softly, wincing again as Typhon finished up cleaning the cuts on the tops of his feet. "I shouldn't have thought that right away. It was wrong of me."

Rowan let out a deep sigh, watching as Typhon wrapped his foot up in clean bandages. "I don't like the thought of never seeing you or talking to you again, Ty," he said sweetly, gently raking his fingers through the man's unruly black hair as the man looked up at him. "Thank you for coming back." He leaned forward to press a kiss against Typhon's forehead, and then his nose. "Thank you." Ro repeated, his voice just barely a whisper.

[warriororiana]

Typhon looked into Rowan’s tear-filled eyes, listening to him solemnly. When Rowan leaned forward to kiss his forehead and nose, he closed his eyes, silently accepting the affectionate gestures. It felt… odd. He’d seen displays like this, but never been the recipient of one. The physical gesture itself meant very little. It almost felt like something small landing on his face for a brief moment before taking off. But the emotion behind the kiss… it made him feel stangely… giddy.

Typhon, finished with bandaging Rowan’s feet, sat down next to the younger man and ruffled the Bard’s hair. It was silky and fine textured, slipping easily between his large fingers. “I needed to think,” was all Typhon said, in explanation. Rowan would eventually become accustomed to his quirks, as he suspected he would become accustomed to Rowan’s. Typhon rarely thought quickly, but was always thorough. And hopefully there would be no further scenes like this one, with Rowan thinking Typhon had left him.

Typhon folded his hands in his lap and stared at them as the silence grew between them. Ty simply didn’t know how to fill it. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do next. What did couples do together? He looked over at Rowan out of the corner of his eye, hoping that the Bard knew what came next. The movies were of limited use in this situation… he doubted any earth shattering event was going to happen, needing him to rescue Rowan, or vice versa. Nor was a comedic situation being set up… at least he didn’t think one was…

[thebard]

Rowan smiled warmly and let out the cutest little giggle when Typhon ruffled his hair, his toes curling in delight at the big man's playful touch. He should have thought that Typhon needed to think! It had been the first time either one of them had experienced this kind of situation. Rowan should have expected from what he knew of Typhon that he was quite the analytical kind, and had to take time to process what had happened between them.

"I'm sorry..." Rowan said a while after Typhon sat next to him, breaking the silence between them. "I guess that I was just figuring that I had scared you off or something. I mean... I thought you wouldn't be interested in little ol' me anyway."

Letting out a gentle little sigh, Rowan then reached over to take one of Typhon's big hands, to lift the big man's arm up to settle it across his little shoulders as he scooted closer. Then, when Typhon arm was around him, Rowan leaned into the Ty, snuggling against his warmth with another soft little sigh. "I don't know what to do..." he said after a moment, letting the warmth of Typhon's body heat comfort him. "... now that I told you how I feel. But, this feels nice..."

Rowan's eyes fluttered closed, thinking of how Typhon's lips felt on his own. And, as clumsy as their two kisses had been, they felt oh, so nice. "I liked kissing you," he said gently after a moment, looking up at the big man with his trademark, bashful smile. "It felt... right."

Still gazing up at Typhon, Rowan found himself casting quick glances at the man's lips. They were just there, soft and tender... asking to be kissed. And, before he could help himself, Rowan leaned up to press his lips against Typhon's once more. This time, the kiss wasn't clumsy in the slightest... but warm and full of feeling. His eyes fluttering closed, Rowan's hand reached up to gently brush against Typhon's scarred cheek, cupping it as they kissed.

After a long moment, Rowan leaned back just a little, continuing to gaze up at Typhon. He then lifted his voice into song, softly singing a few lines from the tune he had sang the night that they had first met...

"A new moon leads me to
Woods of dreams
And I follow
A new world waits for me
My dream, my way..."

Rowan voice, although as pure as it always once, was quivering... filled with the emotions that he had never really felt for another before. His eyes, too, were filled with the feelings that Typhon brought to the surface as the Bard lifted his fingers to trace the contour of Typhon's lips, the shape of his jaw...

"I know that
If I had heaven...
There'd be nothing to desire...
Rain and river,
A world of wonder...
May be paradise to me..."

And it was true... Typhon was a new world to him. A world full of wonder and desire. A place that Rowan had always wanted to go and to be a part of. His dream was coming true, he was living in a paradise within Typhon's strong arms, and it showed in his voice as the song dissipated away like a wave after rolling gently onto the sand.

[warriororiana]

Snuggling. That did seem like a good idea. Typhon definitely approved of that notion. And Rowan seemed to fit quite nicely into the space at his side. Ty tugged him a little closer, looking down at Rowan as the boy went on about kissing. Mmm. Yes, he’d have to agree with Rowan there as well… especially when the Bard stretched up to demonstrate how much he liked kissing. This kiss was considerably more adept. Typhon guessed that more practice would make them better at this, as with anything… and given how pleasurable the practice was, he had a feeling they would become quite adept quite quickly.
Rowan’s hand cupped his cheek with butterfly-wing-softness. Typhon, for his part, wrapped his large hands around Rowan’s waist and tugged him closer, anchoring them in a way, as they kissed.
The song, however, caught him off guard. He reflected with a little bemusement that this was likely one of those quirks he’d been thinking about earlier. Rowan seemed to express himself most often through song. Well, it was hardly an unpleasant means of communication. Not with Rowan’s skill. Though Typhon did have to work on ignoring the subtle tickle of Rowan’s magic carried on that song. He did care a great deal about Rowan… but he didn’t think either of them would appreciate false sentimentality borne by a magical song.
Typhon added his own, typical silent commentary to the end of the song… capturing Rowan’s lips for another kiss. Well, practice did make perfect… and he was eager to practice… It still gave him a funny, tickling sensation in his gut which was rapidly growing on him…

[thebard]

Rowan's eyes fluttered closed once again when Typhon's lips sought his own, making his toes curl once more. Typhon also seemed to like to cuddle as well, which was a very, very good thing. Ro could picture the two of them cuddling on a big comfy couch watching old black and white movies al night; drinking old fashioned root beer and eating popcorn and just enjoying each others company. When the kiss ended, Rowan sighed gently and licked his lips, tasting Typhon sweetness with a grin. He was really going to like getting to know Ty more. That added to the promise of more kisses and cuddles made Rowan giggle lightly and cuddle down next to Ty, resting his head on the big man's muscular chest.

Letting his mind wander, comfortable in the silence between then, Rowan felt his eyes getting heavy. How late was it? Most likely going on one or two in the morning. It was late already when Typhon and he met on the rooftop, and the big man probably had things to do in the morning. But, before he let the big man leave, he thought of something. "Ty..." he breathed, lacing his fingers into Typhon's gently. "Back when I said that you would be the perfect person to go to Europe with... well, I meant it."

Rowan then looked up into Typhon kind, dark eyed gaze with his bashful little smile. "I don't know how soon it could happen," he breathed. "But... lets go to Paris."

Seeing the shock in Ty's eyes, Rowan just grinned. "I really mean it," he continued. "When my dad passed, he left me his life savings plus his pension. I don't pay rent here, and like you said, I'm free to come and go as I chose. And... well, I chose to take you to Paris. My treat!"

Rowan sighed deeply, imagining one of Typhon's kisses from the top of the Eiffel Tower, the blazing, beautiful, multi-lighted Parisian cityscape behind them as the moon rose overhead. Blinking, he then realized that he hadn't taken into account that Typhon was an agent, and that he had duties and couldn't just vanish on a whim. "Well.. whenever you're able to go, of course," Ro said gently, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

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The hour was getting late. Surely by now, Tabby had fixed his room. And Rowan was wilting slowly, fighting it but losing an inch at a time. However, he had one last surprise for Typhon. An invitation to Paris.

Typhon blinked in surprise, especially at the offer to pay for the trip. He thought it over silently for several minutes, weighing the pros and cons. Finally he looked down at Rowan, “Tell me when you’d like to go, and I will ask for the time off.”

Rowan’s face lit up with joy, and Typhon marveled that he was the one who created such a response. Leaning down he placed a tender kiss on Rowan’s forehead. “Get some sleep.” He rose, kissed Rowan again, and then headed for the door.

Quite an interesting turn of events. Maybe having a short in his air conditioning wasn’t that bad…