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Deyanik (Smoldering)
By : Bloodysyren
Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers
Views: 1615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and I make no money from these writings. - Chapter List
Sadik opened his eyes slowly, the warm morning sun streaming through the latticed shutters, falling across his face in shadowed bars. He covered his face with an arm, blocking out the threatening sunlight. He rolled over, arms flopping out to his sides, exhausted, lazy, playful. He struggled to sit upright, sitting back on his calves, running a hand through his hair. Slipping off the rumpled bed sheets he slipped one around his waist to cover his nakedness and groggily made it across the room to his closet. He pushed the doors open and slipped on a pair of low sexy jeans, securing the blue and white-striped belt around his waist with some difficulty. He rifled through his closet for a moment before settling on a plain white shirt, soft and tight, hugging his tanned sinewy body.
He managed to make it to the bathroom, leaving the cream coloured sheet in his wake, left behind in pursuit of his daily routine. He wished he could stay in bed all day but there was someone he desperately wanted to see. He squeezed gel onto his fingers and ran the digits through his hair, slicking it up with flair. Brushing his teeth and spritzing on some expensive cologne he grabbed his black leather jacket and slipped on his shoes, shoving everything he needed into his tight pockets he rushed out the door, down the three flights of curving stairs and out into the hot busy street, threading his way through the crowds, making his way to the small family-owned café around the corner.
He slipped inside and took a seat at the back of the shop, his usual table. No matter how late it was at night, nor how early in the morning, his same table would be waiting, Grandma would be just setting down his hot tea, a small low vase of sweet smelling flowers always fresh resting at his elbow. Somehow she always knew. The shop had been open for as long as he could remember. And Grandma always knew without fail when he was coming and what kind of a mood he was in. She seemed to know everything and had a different tea to suit all of his different moods.
If he was depressed, chamomile. If it was love-sickness, then an herbal rose-scented cup would be steaming on the small round table. The instant he sat down this morning though, Grandma was at his elbow, the steaming cup of jasmine tea filled his nostrils. She sat down across from him, her head resting on a frail-looking fist.
“So.” She started, her glassy eyes boring into his own, “Who is it this time?”
“Hmm?” He looked up from the fragrant cup of tea into her searching face.
“I know there’s someone new in your life, who is it?”
“Heh….” He laughed nervously, “There’s no one, really.”
“Don’t lie to me, young man.” She reprimanded. He avoided her gaze. Even though she wasn’t his real grandmother, everyone he knew called her that and no one could escape her reprimands or her inquisitive all-knowing gaze. Sadik sighed.
“Yes, there is someone new in my life.” He blushed slightly.
“Well, out with it then.” She pressed him, wrapping her old fingers tightly around a steaming cup of tea.
“She’s beautiful.” He mused, a slight flush coming to his cheeks.
“Ahh…” Grandma’s eyes flashed, probably thinking of her past.
“Though, I’ve only met her once. I can’t forget her. Her hair is brown and wavy, it smells like sandalwood. She has the most stunning blue eyes, the color of the sea. Her lips are….” He trailed off, enjoying the farce he was playing off. For yes, it was true, he was in love, deeply so, but with no woman. The person he had fallen hopelessly in love with was a man. He had only seen him once, but that was enough to burn the image of this exotic beauty on his mind in striking intoxicating detail.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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