Bygone

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

[𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕒𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕖]

It was around five in the morning when Blair decided to wake up. He gently nudged Owen's arm from around his waist and tucked the taller man into the duvet. After planting a small kiss on his forehead, Blair made his way into the bathroom.

He changed into some leggings and one of Owen's large grey hoodies. He brushed his teeth and hair before deciding it was time to go downstairs.

He made himself a cup of tea and made his way to the living room, stretching out his limbs before starting his yoga and stretches.

Blair was extremely flexible, being able to bend into some of the most uncomfortable positions. He was practically a contortionist in the way he could bend his body. He used to be very serious about ballet but had to quit after breaking his ankle when he was fifteen.

He rolled out his yoga mat and got started on the more simple positions like the 'Downward Dog' and the 'Warrior'. After stretching for another half an hour, Blair finally started getting into the harder stuff.

"Blair, what are you doing, Baby?" North asked as he walked down the stairs.

The smaller boy was sitting in the middle splits, his stomach against the floor. "Just some yoga." He said, softly, straightening his back. He smiled as North ruffled his hair when he walked past.

"Would you like some breakfast?" North asked whilst he was in the kitchen. "No thank you, I'm not too hungry yet." He stood up and bent back into bridge, flexing his left leg high into the air before letting it down and doing the same with the right.

North walked back into the living room, his black coffee steaming in his hand. "I haven't seen you stretch for months." He muttered, sitting down on the sofa to continue watching the boy.

"Really? I try to do them every day." Blair spoke, standing up straight from his bridge. "Can you do the one where you lean forward and your back leg just keeps going higher? That was always my favourite." Blair smiled at the man and looked around the room for something to hold on to. North used to always help him do this stretch.

He held onto the sofa's arm and slowly lent forward, his left leg coming up from behind his head. "Wanna help?" Blair asked quietly. North stood and moved so he was behind Blair one hand slipping under so it rested on Blair's lower stomach, the other holding onto the levitated leg and gently pushing it higher.

"That's it, Baby." He whispered and Blair blushed like a tomato at the praise. Stupid praise kink.

"I can go higher." Blair encouraged, urging North to continue lifting. "Are you sure?" Blair nodded, hands getting a firmer grip on the sofa. North inclined the leg around a millimetre higher.

North refused to push Blair's leg any further, worried he might break his spine. Blair giggled and allowed North to gently lower his leg back to the floor. "Thanks," Blair whispered, continuing to stretch his legs out.

"Why don't you ever go back to ballet?" Blair sighed but shook his head. "I could never go back. I'm too fat and too inexperienced to get back into ballet." North shook his head in disbelief.

"You are not fat." Blair looked at him. "Maybe not in your terms, but I am in ballet terms. Plus, my ankle messed up any chance of a ballet career and I'm okay with that. I like my life now."

"I miss watching your ballet performances." Blair smiled fondly at the faraway look in North's eyes. "What? Back when little thirteen-year-old North had a crush on Lil ol' me?" North chuckled, taking a sip of coffee before nodding.

"We were at every single one of your ballet performances. No matter how big or small. You barely even knew us back then." Blair came and sat next to North on the sofa.