Decadent (JacobXEnoch)

III.

It's been a few days since Jake had his sobbing incident.

I was still working on my art piece.

It's art.

Anyone wanna debate on it?

You think Mummification was just a easy little process?

NO!

There's an art to it!

Everything has to be perfect to prevent any unwanted decaying!

Like right now. I was making a perfect puppet for some of my newly pickled organs.

He's been a lot more open with me personally, and I won't lie and say that it hasn't made me smile a little.

Genuinely.

I glanced out the window and sighed.

My compliance has been putting him in a hopeful mood.

I'm not sure how he'll react if I ever laugh at something he says.

My eyes glanced at the clock.

11:49AM.

1 minutes until he arrives in here with his usual get up.

He entered the room empty handed with a grey turtleneck and black slacks.

"What's with the get up?"

"Uh... nothing."

"Okay...well where's your usual items?"

"I decided to try something new today." he grinned.

"Oh great." I shook my head at him before focusing on my creation.

"And also... I feel like you don't like my gifts..."

"Took you long enough." I grumbled, casting an innocent glance at the destroyed roses in the trash can that caused the cuts all over my hands.

I smirked at the red stained bandages on my hand.

"What was that?"

"Oh nothing..."

"What's your favorite flower?"

"Uh-" I blinked and turned to face him with wide eyes. "I'm sorry... What was that?"

"What's your favorite flower, Enoch?"

"Um... Well... I like hydrangeas and poppies..." I blushed a little. "What about you, Jake?"

"I like Dandelions."

"Eh- you like weeds?"

He shrugged. "I like the fact that when their life comes to an end you can make a wish, which blows their seeds all over so that new lives can begin."

"..." I stared at him with a small smile.

"..." His smile fell. "W-Was that too much?"

"Nope. You were just being ridiculously adorable." I huffed.

"Oh." he blushed and looked away quickly. "What's your favorite tea?"

"Instead of bringing me tea all the time, bring me a pastry with chocolate. Dark chocolate preferably." I smiled. "That's my deepest and darkest secret."

His forehead wrinkled. "What is?"

"I've got a sweet tooth."

"Oh." he smiled. "I would have never guessed that with how bitter you are all the time."

"Don't make me punch you in your pretty little face, Portman." I threatened with a forced smile on my face.

"Right." he glanced at the ceiling. "And what's your favorite dish to eat?"

"Easy. Spaghetti. No meatballs. Just a meat sauce and noodles."

"White wine or red-"

"Red." I cut him off.

"Oh... okay."

We both sat in silence for a moment before I returned my focus on my piece.

"What are you working on?"

"What does it look like?" I muttered.

"Well what's so different about this one compared to the others?"

I froze a little. "Jake...?"

"Yes?"

"You know how they say if you bring to life something you love... It'll be beautiful?"

"I guess..."

"Well that's how this one is going to be different."

"You love it?"

"I guess so... I've put so much time into this one... I've grown quite familiar with it."

"Oh."

I frowned and turned to face him. "Hey, don't hurt yourself by thinking things."

He looked up at me and I winked at him.

"So do you-"

"No. But don't give up, idiot."