sharing spaces

smuty

Fire crackled in the hearth as Spellswirl laid in his living room. His nose was buried in a thickly bound tome, absorbing him in its pages. Forest green eyes scanned each page with care while Spellswirl laid on a bed of similarly colored pillows. Occasionally he would look up, his gaze darting from the door next to the fireplace, then to the calendar on the opposite wall. He sighed gently and returned to the book looking almost defeated. It had grown later than he had expected, and it almost seemed like the effort he put into grooming himself had gone to waste. With a silent nod he rose from his spot and closed the book with a thud. The Unicorn strode towards the coffee table while the green aura of his magic carried the book in tow. Setting the text down, he glanced out the bay window to his right, only to see the last of the sun's rays peeking out from beyond the walls of Canterlot.

“I guess he’s not coming today.” He stated with a shrug.

Spellswirl stared into his reflection for a moment, the deeper blue of his coat melding into that of the sky just as it began to darken. Though his house was warm, he felt a sudden sense of coldness overcome him at the realization that he’d be spending the night by himself.

“Guess I’ll start dinner.” The Unicorn added before leaving his lonely vigil for the comfort of the kitchen.

Spellswirl cooked in relative silence, breaking it only to sing to himself or hum a melody as he worked. Ingredients flew too and fro while wrapped in green light. Some of them crashed together like galaxies colliding before combining themselves into something entirely new. Spheres of light held the mixing contents for a moment, allowing them to meld sufficiently before transferring them to cookware. Yet as soon as he put his creations in the oven a knock sounded on the door.

Spellswirl’s heart leapt in his chest. He rushed out of the kitchen, straightening his chocolate brown mane and tending to his coat with a simple spell. A beat passed while Spells calmed himself and made ready to welcome his new housemate. Without further hesitation Spellswirl threw open the door while his lips curled into a jubilant grin.

“Welcome home, Turquoise!”

Spellswirl stared up at his new friend, taking in everything about him all over again. His cool blue eyes and confident smile. The piercings in his ears, and his fuzzy grey coat. Spellswirl found him transfixed as he stared up at his new companion until he spoke.

“Nice to see you again, Spells.” He returned with a nod. “Something smells good.”

“Yea, I was cooking dinner. I made enough for both of us.”

“Cool. Mind helping me with moving a thing or two in first?”

Spellswirl returned the nod and helped Turquoise with the last of his belongings before returning to the kitchen. The Pegasus sat at the center island, watching Spellswirl almost intently while the smaller Unicorn tended to his creations. Spellswirl opened the oven, releasing the smell of butter, cheese, and freshly baked bread. Turquoise raised an eyebrow in surprise once Spellswirl laid the spread out before him. Baked ziti whose cheese still bubbled and steamed, releasing its rich aroma. The bread with cheese and garlic baked in, whose buttery brown crust split with a satisfying crackling as Spellswirl cut it. A puff of steam rose from the loaf, adding the scent of garlic to the atmosphere while exposing the soft, fluffy innards of the bread. Spellswirl quickly pulled a head of lettuce out of the fridge and swiftly made them into a salad which he topped with a tray of toasted pecans he had left in the oven.

Turquoise stared at the spread before him while Spellswirl fetched him a cider with glee. He knew Spellswirl liked to cook, but never had he expected that it would look or smell so good. Spellswirl watched his reaction with pride as he set down a glass of cider and chilled it with magic. Even at the simple trick Turquoise was taken aback as he felt the frosted glass.