The long winter

The night

I'm back Theo!, the man hangs up his heavy fur snow-covered winter coat on the coat and hat rack. He walks into the dimly lit parlor. He places his sword in the weapon rack on the wall and sits down next to his lover on the chair and kisses Theo's cheek as the peaceful sounds of the fire crackling in the fireplace fill the room. How did you get the cut Cyprus? It's nothing much Theo, just a small cut from my bowstring breaking. I made tea. It's still hot darling. Alright, thank you, Theo. He stands up and moves to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of tea before returning to his lover. Cyprus sets his cup down on the table in front of the chair in the parlor room, Theo leans his head on Cyprus's shoulder as Cy strokes his hair gently. Humming to himself Theo stands up, and Cyprus looks up at him. Theo kisses Cyprus and tells him goodnight before retiring for the night. Cyprus walks over to the fireplace and puts it out, then takes care of his and Theo's empty glasses. He then would retire for the night.