(Written by @Pip_head_Luther)
Horace jolted awake with a small gasp, the screams from his nightmares dwindling away rapidly until there was a ringing silence in his ears, and the breath he so desperately tried to inhale rasped in his chest. His eyes darted around in a small panic, still uneasy from his nightmare, as he realised the power had gone out.
Oh no, he thought, as he remembered that his boyfriend in the bed across from him hated blackouts. He felt a small surge of pity for the other boy, he knew how it was to have a silly fear over something harmless.
He stood up shakily and shot a glance towards Enochs bed, where he was surprised to find a rumpled mess of dark covers and pillows, no teenager in sight. His chest squeezed a little, shortening his breath and making him cold, when he saw the bedroom door was cracked open. Sighing a little in relief, he made his way towards it.
His descent down the stairs was a little more louder than he would have liked, but he thought that Enoch would appreciate the fact that he could hear someone coming. He knew the grumpy deadriser hated being snuck up on, it was one of his many quirks. Horace wasn't a fan of it, either, and both of them made themselves a little louder than nessicary to warn them of their arrival.
He heared a small shuffling from around the corner, and allowed himself a tiny smile. It appeared that his arrival had already been noted.
He crossed the threshold of the kitchen and saw his fierce boyfriend behind the counter, 4 candles and a notebook lay scattered across it artistically. Enoch blushed as he waved a finger threateningly at his slim boyfriend, who happened to be wearing one of his Metallica shirts. It looked so out of place on the sweet blonde boy it was almost comical, if Enoch didn't like it so much. And Horace took full advantage of that. Everytime Enoch took something of his, he would snatch something in return.
"I thought you were a bloody robber!" Enoch hissed. Horace waved his hand and laughed, slightly giddy.
"Of course you did. You're too paranoid! Calm down for once!" He said, crossing the room and coming to sit on a stool beside Enoch. He put his elbows on the table and leant forward to peer into his boyfriends book. As He thought, Enoch was once again working on his story. His hobby was something Horace enjoyed to encourage, often giving him ideas and better words to expand his vocabulary to make his sentences more interesting.
"You do realize who you're talking to, right?" Enoch turned back to his notebook. "Ah, yes... my chemically imbalanced romance is- are those my candles??" Horace spoke in a grand voice, putting on a display he knew would cheer his boyfriend up, until he noticed the candles on the counter.
Enoch froze for a second, before shrugging.
"We're in a damn blackout. I can't write in the dark, can I?"
Horace huffed in amusement, breathing in the rich air, fragrants floating around his head and making him sleepy. He hummed in agreement, moving his stool over even closer to his boyfriend and latching onto his free arm like a koala, sleepily putting his head onto his shoulder and nuzzling into it.
"I guess. Did you have to use all of these scents though? I feel like I'm in a bath and body works."
This time Enoch was the one laughing, leaning his cheek on Horaces head as he continued to write.
"Hey, you can't complain. You're practically asleep already, so they must be doing their job!"
"I thought their job was to light up and keep the nightmares away? Or was that just the special one you gave me?" He mumbled. With his eyes closed, he couldn't see Enoch blush heavily and dart his eyes over to a light blue candle, which was the smell of cotton mixed with burning wood and sage. It was custom made, he had bought it for Horaces last birthday and had handwritten the label.
It read Guaranteed to keep the nightmares away x on the label in big obnoxious font, and Horace loved it to pieces. He alternated between having the urge to light it all the time and savouring it so that he could keep it and enochs scent forever.
Enoch cleared his throat.
"You know....the powers out...And it's pretty cold..and the cold causes more nightmares...do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?" He stammered, uncertainly.
Horace lifted his head to stare fuzzily up at his boyfriend through his lashes. Enoch couldn't help but think he was adorable.
Horace hummed in consent, and moved off the stool. He Instantly felt cold and alone without his boyfriends warmth and briskly helped clear up the candles safely and carry them back to his room, where they would no doubt find a use later in the day.
Five minutes later Enoch found himself lifting the blanket to his bed, which was tucked in the corner, an invite to Horace, who stood sleepily by the side of the bed.
He took the invite, and immediately dived under the warm, thick blanket and curled up to Enochs chest. Enoch turned towards him so they were facing eachother, Enoch to horaces hair and Horaces face tucked into Enochs chest, one arm trapped between them and the other thrown across enochs side, and Enoch was the exact same. He bit his lip in nervousness, debating with himself wether it was the time, before thinking fuck it. He was always nervous before initiating a kiss, they both were. Enoch doesn't want to be rejected and embarrassed and Horace doesn't want him to think he's inexperienced or unsatisfying. He tapped horaces head and watched as the young prophet raised his eyes to his with a silent question.
Horace saw Enoch licked his lips And knew where this was going, making him smile sleepily.
"Goodnight love", Enoch said, pressing his face forward and giving Horace a chaste kiss on the lips, which was returned with vigour, before breaking it off. Horace smiled at enochs face, both flushed and giggly.
"G'night amore.", Horace returned, and they both snuggled down together and lost themselves in sleep.
