( Grapefruit here! )
"You make pottery?" Sorrel asked, rhetorically. "I tried that once! My plant pot looked morbid!" He added onto his thought, remembering the odd looking lump of clay with a hole in it. It wasn't even big enough for a weed to fit in. "Maybe you can teach me something or two about it." He suggested, subtly. He wiggled his eyebrows a little bit, to be funny.
(Ooh!)
Amory smiled. "Where and when did you try? Did you have an instructor?" Amory chuckled a bit at the eyebrow thing. Though, it would be a nice date to do….
( hehe yeah, I like fruity smells. )
"Well I tried it with one of those kids' pottery kits. By myself. I think it was about half a year ago, or something, haha." Sorrel said, laughing at his words. "Maybe I should have done a class first, it might have saved that pot. I think I still own it, actually." He rambled, thinking of where it would be.
(Me too, but I also like vanilla. Vanilla essential oil, though, is crazy expensive.)
Amory smiled and reached across, placing a finger on Sorrel's lips to silence him so he could speak. "Would you like to learn for real?" He drew his hand away so Sorrel could reply. This would be fun… And those kids' pottery kits were crap. No way he could make a proper vessel with those things.
( That exists!? I knew rose was expensive but.. wow. )
Sorrel, though completely wordless, nodded. Amory could even shut his brain down with a single movement. "Yeah, I would, actually." He said, suddenly. His words seemed to be very confident, and sugar laced his words. He loved the thought of having such a person teach him pottery, only the best would do. And Amory… he was surely the best.
(oh yeah, my mom looked. She wanted some but she saw the price and was like, yeah, nuh-uh, no way. Here: https://www.planttherapy.com/love-vanilla-synergy-essential-oil?v=94&msclkid=4dc2d0557c9c1a42f1178e03ffcd3aa3&utm_source=bing&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=CPCS%20-%20NB%20Shopping%20-%20Desktop&utm_term=4575480203219792&utm_content=NB%20Desktop)
Amory smiled. "I'll have to teach you then. Do you want to stop by my studio later today? We won't have time for a lesson, but you can at least see where we'll be working and your materials." He smiled and quickly leaned across the tiny table to steal a kiss.
( Wooow. Insane! )
Sorrel blushed, a little darker. "Of course I want to, anything you've set foot in has to be holy, and I'll love it, even if its for a second or two." Sorrel purred, poking the other's nose. Amory was really interesting to the guy. Compared to him, Sorrel thought of himself as a dust speck on a bar of gold.
Amory chuckled. "I'm hardly holy. But if you want to see it, we can head over after the bookstore. But for now, we should finish our food and then we can head to the park." Amory lifted his head a bit when Sorrel poked his nose and gently bit Sorrel's fingertip teasingly.
"S-Sure, you're right," Sorrel stuttered. After taking his hand back from Amory, he looked at the finger he'd used to poke his nose, the one that got bitten. He stared at it for a second before shrugging, as he finished up his muffin. He was cleaner than he was at dinner, for some odd reason. He actually cared today, everything he did had to be perfect.
Amory took a bite of his sandwich and when he swallowed, he asked, "So, other than sleeping and reading, what are other things you like to do?" He crossed his legs under the table, a subconsciously submissive move for a male. He was fully devoted to his new partner in crime, and felt no need for a show of dominance.
( going through hell right now- good morning. how are you? )
Sorrel took a minute to think for himself, before a great 'aha' took place in his mind. "Well, I love going to butterfly gardens. I love the thought of having a butterfly nearby. I also really enjoy singing to myself, though I'm not confident enough in it." He said. Both were unique, random, even. "I write lyrics, too, and they save me from boredom, a lot of the time."
(Oof. Are you alright? I'm, eh. I was up later last night packing for a church youth convention I have to go to.)
Amory smiled. "That sounds just like you. I've never personally been to a butterfly garden, though I hear they're beautiful." He hummed a bit, thinking specifically of what he wanted to say before continuing. "You write lyrics? May I see them sometime, or are they private?"
( Oh wow, I hope you enjoy it. I'm in a really bad place with my parents, not doing well health-wise, and literally am falling apart. It's one of those cases where I want to say "I'm fine" but I'm too honest to. )
Sorrel suddenly imagined Amory, in a butterfly garden with him, as he serenaded the other with his own words. It made him blush a little bit, it was such a lucid imagination. "Of course I'll let you see them, or, maybe I'll sing them to you instead?" He said, possibly suggesting that Amory get sung to at the actual cafe. He didn't know if he wanted to do it, he was only interested in Amory's opinion.
(I hope it won't be trash. Everyone assures me it's fun, but I have my doubts. I can understand how you're feeling… Wish I could help.)
Amory tilted his head. "Only if you're comfortable with it… But I would like to hear your singing~" He smiled softly, his hair in his eyes that shone with adoration.
( Just having you to speak to seems to be alright, I'll make it for a bit. )
Sorrel coughed a little bit, clearing his throat, before he paused, gathering his smaller confidence. "The sun shines, and the moon glows, here we are, and everyone knows, that I. Love. You." He began, getting into the mood of the music. His voice was sweet, like honey, and surprisingly strong for someone who sleeps all the time. A few glances met him, from others in the cafe.
( He sounds kind of like Sam Smith and Ed Sheeran, if you can imagine that. Also I hope it isn't awful, )
(Yeah, hopefully your situation isn't long term like mine is. Just imagine me sending ghost hugs and love. lol)
Amory's eyes grew wide. His breath caught as he listened, his heart pounding. Sorrel sounded amazing… He wanted to sing along, but he didn't know the tune, and he hated his own singing, so he just stayed silent, his face flushed, asking God how he managed to deserve this man….
( * Ghost hugs back * )
Sorrel continued on with his lyrics. The song was meant for his only other partner, an ex of maybe four years now. His words were melodious, and he got more into them as they went. More eyes turned to him as he continued singing. He stood up, and reached for Amory's hand during a break in his lyrics. "May I have this dance?" He asked. He really, really got into this.
Amory grinned and took Sorrel's hand as he stood up. The café was extremely quiet now, and an employee had even turned the over head music to a light instrumental and turned the sound low. Amory pulled Sorrel over to an open space of the café and started to dance in fluid movements. A smaller girl began humming along with Sorrel's song. Many others joined in.
(Also, I've heard Ed Sheeran, but not Sam Smith.)
( gtg, will respond later– )
(BYEEEE!!!!!!)
( back early, doing work tho )
Sorrel held Amory with some form of skill, he danced often, but alone. As he continued on with a later part of the song, nearing the end. His footwork was astonishing, despite the fact that he would call himself clumsy. His eyes filled with astonishment at Amory, though. He almost distracted him from his own dancing.
(okies! But I gtg soon)
Amory just led the other smoothly, smiling and making sure he doesn't trip. Sorrel started singing his song's chorus, he sang along, his voice deep and rich.
( makes sense! I'll miss you, but I'm patient. also, omg Amory again- too perfect. )
Sorrel's voice died as Amory joined, softening itself so that the other was a little more prominent in the words. He leaned his head on the other's chest, listening in on his heartbeat. "I didn't know you could dance..~" He whispered, sweetly.
The music faded out and the entire cafe applauded. Amory slowly led Sorrel back to their table. "It was something I did back in my later high school years and during college. "
Sorrel nodded, intrigue filling his pastel eyes. "Well, that's something unique, different." He noted, aloud. He had to remember that Amory could dance, he absolutely had to. He beamed with happiness. It felt like he was in a movie, it was just so unreal.
(If this happened irl… XD)
Amory smiled back. "Are you almost done with your food?" his own sandwich was gone, but he was still working on his coffee.
( Dang I'd film it and cry- )
Sorrel just closed his eyes for a second or two, replaying the scene in his mind. He never wanted to lose that moment. As Amory's words intruded into his chamber of thought, he snapped out of it. "O-Of course," He stumbled over his speech.
