resplendent *gawsten* ✓

Chapter Twenty

2.18.18
edit 8.25.20

tw; nsfw but?? like near sexual content??
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awsten p.o.v.

it was geoff's birthday.

i wanted to surprise him with something nice, but seeing as i didn't have any money, i couldn't go out and spoil him. i thought about what i could do instead, and somehow i remembered valentine's day.

that's it.

i woke up at nine and immediately went to my closet. i picked out a grey skirt and one of geoff's striped shirts. i decided to just fuck the socks and go without them. i rushed to the bathroom to fix my hair. i pouted at the brown roots coming in, mixing with the blonde.

i ran downstairs and past otto and grace, and into the kitchen. i miscalculated my speed and crashed into the back door. grace cried out and rushed over to me. otto just stood where he was with orange-paisley and concern.

"aws, you alright?!" grace asked fervently. she held up four fingers. "how many fingers am i holdin' up? wait, do you have contacts in?"

"fffine." i mumbled. "'mmmm oak-okay."

she ignored me. "i'll go get you some ice, okay? otto, go take him to lie down on the couch, okay? hey, aws, is your ankle okay?" she added, pointing to my left leg. i looked down at it, but my ankle looked normal to me.

"grace, you're gonna hurt him with your goddamn motherin'." otto sighed.

"fuck off, poly breakfast chaps." grace said as she moved my hair from my face to inspect my forehead.

"i can't believe my own fuckin' girlfriend would pick on me!" otto whined. "i didn't ask for this kinda treatment!"

"you kinda did." geoff's tired morning voice said.

i squeaked and pushed out of grace's arms, who was still trying to play doctor with me. i stumbled as i gathered ingredients for a big breakfast.

"awsten, slow down!" grace pleaded.

"what's wrong?" geoff asked.

"he ran into the back door," otto told him as he watched me fervently make breakfast, "and grace is worried."

"damn right i'm worried!" grace snapped. "a goose egg formed on his damn head!"

i stopped stirring the waffle batter to go over to geoff and kiss him deeply. he wrapped his arms around my waist, but i could tell he was green-blue paisley.

i pulled away from the kiss breathlessly and panted, "hap-happy birth-birthday, darlin'."

a honey glow traversed along geoff's nose and cheek bones. "thank you, prism. are you making breakfast for me?"

i nodded and moved away from him to continue cooking. "some-somethin's later t-too."

otto moved to the table, and grace sat in his lap. "can we join this later thing?" otto asked.

"i'm not-not p-poly." i deadpanned. i heard him gasp quite dramatically, and smiled to myself.

i finished making breakfast half an hour later, and the four of us ate in comfortable silence, me and grace on geoff's and otto's laps respectively. otto and grace offered to clean up the breakfast mess when we were all done. i avidly grabbed geoff's hand and pulled him to my room, where i closed the door behind us and locked a lock.

geoff was staring at me with orange-blue paisley "what...are you doing?" he asked.

i arched an eyebrow. it's your birthday, i signed. so i kind of figured that i should do something sweet.

his brow furrowed as i stepped closer to him. his face turned a light shade of glowstone when i draped an arm around his neck. "what are you up to?"

i answered him by crashing my lips into his. i tried to push the truths on my arms from my mind as geoff and i stumbled to my bed. i forced myself to think about the cakes and ales as geoff and i both took off our shirts. my attenuated figure was ignored as i pressed heavy and edacious kisses to his neck.

suddenly, geoff was gently but firmly pushing me back from him. his eyes were blown with desire. i myself was panting from all the energy i was exerting. i furrowed my eyebrows at him, tasting the orange-blue paisley in my throat.

"what?" i breathed.

geoff pushed my hair
back from my clammy forehead. "do you think this is the...the best right now?"

"wha-what?"

"i mean..." he stopped to catch his breath. he gently pushed me to the side and sat up. i laid there on my side, propped up on an elbow, panting heavily. he ran a hand down my bare side, making my heart skip a beat, and my lungs miss a breath. geoff winced too. he must have noticed me stiffen under his touch. "you're still trying to get over what's happened to you. i-i can tell..."

sorry, i signed. blue-violet masked his sour snow-sky eyes as he pulled me close. "it's not your fault." he said. "i know you're trying your best. you've come a far way, i mean shit, you initiated this. you're better than we both think you are."

i nodded. i felt like i ruined his fucking birthday until he kissed me briefly. "thanks for the birthday, daffodil."