Reg sat in the armchair, his elbows pressed to his knees as he stared at nothing in particular, a red ink tipped quill in hand with an assortment of sheets of parchment scattered around him. A mug of tea that had long since gone cold was beginning to form a ring on the table sat to his right, and next to that was a saucer with a barely eaten slice of apple pie and a fork nestled next to it. His mother had given him the pie because she didn’t seem to think that two bachelors were capable of finding their own food, never mind that he and Felix had someone come in and cook for them. Reg always accepted the offer because he learned that it was better not to fight her on this.
After letting out a frustrated huff the wizard dropped the quill and leaned back, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. He had a story due soon and the muse was not there for him and Felix wasn’t home to bounce ideas off of. Maybe that was the issue - Reg missed his boyfriend and all he could concentrate on was how many more hours, minutes, seconds until Felix was back home with him.
The knock at the door made his features brighten before they promptly fell because of course Felix wouldn’t knock on his own door. Still, Reg unfolded himself from the chair to go answer it, happy to have at least some form of distraction from his current predicaments. He blinked in surprise as Theo stepped past him into the flat without waiting for an answer; well, at least he hadn’t had any intention of turning him away once he saw who it was.
“Theo,” Reg murmured, shutting the door behind him before he turned toward him. His eyes swept over the room and he couldn’t help but wince – the place was a mess and he was half embarrassed for his friend to see the place like this. He and Felix didn’t normally live like this. He moved a pile of books, a combination of his and Felix’s, although at this point it was their stuff versus mine and yours, off the couch before he waved for Theo to take a seat. “Sit down. You look like you’ve been hit by a Bludger—several, actually.” Well, at least his expression did.
Theodore Gallivan // Elias Grimstone
After letting out a frustrated huff the wizard dropped the quill and leaned back, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. He had a story due soon and the muse was not there for him and Felix wasn’t home to bounce ideas off of. Maybe that was the issue - Reg missed his boyfriend and all he could concentrate on was how many more hours, minutes, seconds until Felix was back home with him.
The knock at the door made his features brighten before they promptly fell because of course Felix wouldn’t knock on his own door. Still, Reg unfolded himself from the chair to go answer it, happy to have at least some form of distraction from his current predicaments. He blinked in surprise as Theo stepped past him into the flat without waiting for an answer; well, at least he hadn’t had any intention of turning him away once he saw who it was.
“Theo,” Reg murmured, shutting the door behind him before he turned toward him. His eyes swept over the room and he couldn’t help but wince – the place was a mess and he was half embarrassed for his friend to see the place like this. He and Felix didn’t normally live like this. He moved a pile of books, a combination of his and Felix’s, although at this point it was their stuff versus mine and yours, off the couch before he waved for Theo to take a seat. “Sit down. You look like you’ve been hit by a Bludger—several, actually.” Well, at least his expression did.
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