Deathly Green Eyes

Chapter 35

I'm late, I know, but this is my last week before winter break, and I have exams every day. I'm also sad and concern as my mom has been sick lately, so I haven't had time to sit and write this. 

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The thing was that Hadrian hadn't expected Tom to react like this. He was all about ready to even be kissed on the street against their better judgement, to see Tom's smile, which he had grown addicted to, but he had only been disappointed after receiving Tom's silence, followed by a sigh and then a tug on his hand as he led him back to their place. There weren't wide eyes filled with emotion, there weren't words of praise, or... anything really at the angry animal. He brushed the feathers with a sigh, looking back to where Tom left.

It was disappointing that he didn't get the expected reaction but even so, swallowing the discontent he went to wash his hands and start working. Maybe some food would make them feel better and Tom's decision would change.

Or, on the look for a better term, his lack of decision.

It took him two hours, but the cake was finally done. He finished decorating it as he called Tom's name with a chirpy tone.

"What is it?" Tom asked after a second of just glancing between the cake and Hadrian, with a raised eyebrow. He took the seat that had a plate with a slice in front of it eyeing the food.

"Ta-da?"

"Cake."

"Yes, honey cake!" Tom looks blankly at him before having a moment of realization.

"Oh, I thought you were calling me honey, that is disappointing" Hadrian laughs, cutting himself a slice and sitting next to Tom, "what is so special about a simple honey cake with walnuts?"

"They are almonds. And Mum liked it," was all he needed to say for Tom to sit and start eating with another word. "She would make it at the end of December, and it's just..."

"Normal?"

"Shush. It's great."

"I thought you loved treacle tart."

Hadrian looks up from his slice, even as Tom continues eating, feeling a sense of warmth expanding across his chest.

"Yes... But this is my second favourite."

"Great."

They finish their dessert and start to wash the dishes. Hadrian cleaning the plates and Tom wiping them out with a towel. It's in the comfortable silence of the running water and the plates being placed back on their storage space that Hadrian gets time to cautiously think over what happened mere hours ago. Tom had not looked mad when in the Alley, just thoughtful. Hadrian couldn't understand why he was like that. What was there to think about?

Clearing his throat he speaks up.

"So... about the..." Tom looks at him, with a bit of annoyance in his brown eyes, piercing him down.

"What?" His eyes were moving glancing from a point of his face to another, as if he were trying to translate his thoughts, somehow.

"I just thought that was what you wanted. I did. I thought 'hey, now that there's nothing on his way, maybe this is exactly what he needed.'"

"Do you think I need that last name?"

There was something in the way Tom asked the question that caused Hadrian to hesitate. His voice was laced on concern and insecurity, his eyes never leaving the glass that he was carefully wiping with the towel, putting maybe too much attention on the object.