♤SPRING SHIELD (MxM) ~fantasy~♤

First time for the last round

Elijah

The sound of three dimensional printer running smoothly ripples through early morning air,silenced by the people who are here when the sun fully rises still quiet in their beds.

It's peace. Its the fulfillment of having started your day in harmony. I rarely ever give anyone,the honor,the liberty and joy of accompanying me in these sessions of progression.

Yet,some guy who probably most likely talks to mice in his free time has the audacity to groan and sigh in MY workshop.

"Do we have a problem,Kristian?"I snap my neck in his direction and I swear I break one of my bones,each second with this man in causing some serious tension in my shoulders.

"Yeah,waking up at six am for this."he mumbles,falling further back into his chair until he's almost fully laying on his back.

"Ideally,as my assistant,you should wake up around that time every day."I say to him,crossing my legs and setting them on the surface that extends just before the room in cased in glass that protects my printer. I watch as the first ever draft of the central gadget of the home security system grows from the bottom up.

"Boss everything else I do around but not my sleep."

"I swear to Lyria I'll get rid of the snooze button on your phone."I tease flipping through my work notes I've spent writing and drawing on,and checking whether the object on the other side of the glass is matching my standards.
"If you do that I'll sue you."at this a howl of laughter breaks free from my lips without me telling it to,

"I truly admire your confidence in whatever lawyer you can find compared against a team of lawyers that's been curated over the tens of years."

"You're so... arrogant,Lewis."he says,half disgusted and half amused,

"If I'm arrogant,what the hell are you?"

"Oh,shut up. Why are we staring at a machine?"

"Machine? It's a three dimensional printer,Red. Please don't be ignorant."

"Can you relax?"he says snatching my notebook away from me and taking a look at it,finally sitting up straight.

"Brute."I mutter,

"Clean freak."he retorts,I turn into his direction again too close to pushing him off his chair,

"That's not even an insult,Red."

"Of course you think that."he says flipping through my drawings,his attention drawn into the pages,"You're actually good at this."he whispers,running his fingers over the surface of one of them.

His compliment makes the words run over my skin with the same intensity it took him to say them. But,dear Lyria the effect has my heart leaping over dangerous distances.
"The boys told me you paint,I mean I know you probably spend hours working on stick men but-"

This time I really push him. But it doesn't even matter because my hand stays where I shoved him making sure he doesn't fall. "I've been learning how to paint since I could hold the brush as a child. So never fix you're lips to say that my capabilities start and end at stick men."

He opens his mouth to tell me his counter but stops,his eyes travel downwards,to my hand that remains on his shoulder. Gently. Protectively. Almost lovingly.

The thought makes me nearly let go of the tea I just drank. Instantly I let go of him. "Apologies,I thought that- I was-"
"I get it. No need to explain."he interrupts me curtly,sitting taller and staring straight ahead. Everything becomes,tense like I'm walking on a tight rope. "Who taught you how to paint by the way?"Good save,Red.