heavens decent one shots

A night in

**One-shot:**

The sun had set, leaving a soft glow of twilight filtering through the curtains of Elia’s cozy apartment. The walls were adorned with colorful canvases, each one a testament to his creativity and passion. Elia had invited Seraphiel over for a relaxed evening, and the anticipation buzzed in the air like a gentle current.

Elia moved about his small kitchen, preparing a simple dinner. The sound of sizzling vegetables filled the room, mingling with the faint notes of music playing in the background. He glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of Seraphiel lounging comfortably on the couch, a book in hand.

“Are you actually reading, or just pretending to look sophisticated?” Elia teased, a playful smile on his lips.

Seraphiel looked up, feigning innocence. “I assure you, I’m deeply engrossed in the complexities of human literature.”

Elia laughed, shaking his head. “Okay, Mr. Sophisticated. What’s it about?”

“It’s about a man who discovers that the world is not as it seems,” Seraphiel replied, his expression serious but his eyes twinkling with mischief. “He learns that love and connection can transcend boundaries.”

Elia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Sounds familiar. You sure you’re not just reading about us?”

“Perhaps,” Seraphiel said, his tone playful. He marked his place in the book and set it aside, his attention fully on Elia. “What’s for dinner?”

“Just some stir-fry, nothing fancy,” Elia replied, stirring the vegetables in the pan. “But I promise it’ll be delicious.”

As the aroma filled the room, Elia set the table, arranging mismatched plates and silverware with a charming casualness. Seraphiel admired the way Elia moved, his energy infectious, and he felt a warmth spread through him.

Once dinner was ready, they sat down to eat, the conversation flowing effortlessly between them. They shared stories about their lives—Elia recounting his journey as an artist, the struggles and triumphs, while Seraphiel offered glimpses of his experiences, carefully weaving his celestial nature into tales of adventure and wonder.

“Do you ever get homesick?” Elia asked, curiosity shining in his eyes.

Seraphiel paused, contemplating the question. “Not in the way that you might think. I’ve always felt at home in the skies, but there’s something grounding about being here with you. It feels… right.”

Elia’s heart raced at the sincerity in Seraphiel’s voice. “I feel the same way. I’ve never connected with someone like this before.”

After dinner, they moved to the living room, where Elia cleared space for his latest project. “I want to show you something,” he said, excitement bubbling in his chest.

He unveiled a large canvas, partially covered with a white sheet. With a flourish, he pulled it away to reveal a breathtaking painting. It depicted two figures, intertwined amidst a riot of colors, surrounded by swirling patterns of light and shadow.

Seraphiel stepped closer, his breath catching at the beauty before him. “It’s incredible, Elia. You’ve captured something profound here.”

“Thanks,” Elia said, his cheeks flushing with pride. “It’s inspired by our conversations. I wanted to express how our worlds feel connected, even if they’re so different.”

“It’s beautiful,” Seraphiel replied, his voice soft. “You have a gift for seeing the unseen.”

Elia glanced up, their eyes locking for a moment. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken words and emotions. “Do you really think so?” Elia asked, vulnerability creeping into his voice.

“I do,” Seraphiel affirmed, stepping closer. “Your art speaks to the heart, and so do you.”

Elia could feel his heart race as he took a step toward Seraphiel. “I’m glad you’re here, Seraphiel. You make everything feel… brighter.”

With the space between them narrowing, the moment hung in the air, charged with potential. Seraphiel’s heart raced, and he reached out, gently brushing a lock of hair from Elia’s forehead.

“Being with you feels like a gift,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Elia’s breath caught in his throat, and without thinking, he leaned in closer. Their lips brushed softly, a tentative exploration that sent sparks through both of them. It was a sweet, lingering kiss, filled with the promise of something deeper.

When they pulled back, Elia’s eyes shone with wonder. “Wow,” he breathed, a smile breaking across his face. “That was… unexpected.”

“Unexpected, but beautiful,” Seraphiel replied, his own smile widening.

They settled back onto the couch, their fingers entwined, the warmth of the evening wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, basking in the glow of newfound connection and the magic of the moment.

As they talked and laughed late into the night, Seraphiel knew that this evening at Elia’s was just the beginning of a journey filled with art, love, and the exploration of their intertwined destinies.

(I'm so sorry for the late post!! Lots has be going on an di haven't had time to type anything!)