READY OR NOT - Landoscar

30 - We're Intertwined

The morning dawned soft and golden, a light mist curling around the edges of Lando's windows, diffusing the sunlight into a warm, gentle glow that filled the room. The air was quiet, and for the first time in a long while, the tension seemed to have dissipated, leaving only a serene peace in its wake. Lando stretched, his mind gradually registering the weight beside him, the coolness that contrasted with his own warmth, and he turned his head to find Oscar there, lying quietly, his gaze already fixed on him.

Oscar's expression was softer than usual, the shadows in his eyes tempered by a kind of stillness that Lando was beginning to recognise. He looked almost... content, an expression that seemed to belong more to the daylight than to the haunting, moonlit encounters they'd shared before. Lando felt a grin pull at his lips.

"Didn't know vampires could look so... human in the morning," he teased softly, his voice still thick with sleep.

Oscar's lips curved into a faint smile, one hand reaching to brush a few strands of hair from Lando's forehead. "A rare sight," he murmured, his voice low, with a warmth that matched the morning glow. "Only for special company."

They shared a quiet laugh, and for a while, they simply lay there, caught in the gentle rhythm of the moment. Lando had never imagined this—a life where Oscar, mysterious and immortal, could be so close and familiar. The haunting figure from his dreams now shared mornings with him, the supernatural both incredible and intimate.

Eventually, they stirred, and Oscar stood up, his every movement graceful yet unhurried, as if he belonged in these simple moments just as much as in the forest shadows. In the kitchen, Lando found himself drifting beside him, their casual closeness somehow electric in its simplicity. Oscar leaned back against the counter, arms folded, eyes half-closed in thought, while Lando bustled around, a soft hum escaping his lips as he reached for coffee.

When he offered Oscar a cup, he was met with a knowing, slightly bemused smile. "Still adjusting to the... dietary differences?" Oscar asked, eyebrow raised, the faintest hint of teasing in his voice.

"Old habits," Lando replied, laughing, though a slight colour rose to his cheeks. "Can't really picture you with a coffee in the morning, though."

Oscar chuckled softly. "Not exactly my morning sustenance," he replied, lifting his gaze to meet Lando's with a look that held centuries of secrets.

But there was something different in that gaze today—a lightness, almost playful, that softened the mystery. They settled onto the couch, each cradling their own morning routine. Lando leaned against Oscar's shoulder, feeling an intimacy that ran deep, as though the bond between them had woven itself quietly into the fabric of his daily life.

"I know it's strange," Lando started, his voice a soft murmur, "but it's like... we're tied together. Like you've been here longer than the last few weeks." He searched Oscar's face, his eyes tracing the angles, the timeless beauty that somehow felt as familiar as his own reflection.

Oscar's gaze softened, and he took Lando's hand, interlacing their fingers. "Maybe that's because our stories were always meant to cross," he said quietly, his thumb tracing gentle patterns across Lando's knuckles. "Perhaps time just had to wait for us."

They lingered at that moment, their fingers intertwined as the day unfurled slowly around them. Every touch, every glance, felt like a continuation of something ancient yet new, an unspoken promise that held both warmth and reverence. When they moved through the day, they did so with a quiet ease, like two pieces of a puzzle finally falling into place.

Throughout the day, they found themselves reaching out without thinking—a hand on a shoulder, a fleeting glance, a brush of fingertips that felt like silent reassurances. Lando felt as though he were living in two worlds at once: one that was grounded and familiar and another laced with the magic of timelessness, a world that pulsed just beneath the surface whenever he looked at Oscar.

By the time evening settled over the city, casting a soft twilight glow across the room, Lando found himself leaning against Oscar, the comfort between them a balm to the chaos that had once haunted his nights. In the quiet, he murmured, "Feels strange but good. Like... we're woven together."

Oscar's arms circled him, pulling him close, his breath a cool whisper against Lando's ear. "That's because we are," he murmured, the warmth in his voice making Lando's heart skip.

And in that moment, Lando felt it—the intertwining of their lives, their fates, like threads bound tightly across time. The fear, the mystery, and the dreams had all brought him here, to this connection that felt both inevitable and precious, grounding him in the present yet hinting at something beyond. 

Together, they stayed that way, wrapped in the quiet embrace of an eternal bond that neither time nor dreams could sever.