demigod request » places.
↳ some places of the lighting thief.
He smiled, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. It was only a joke,” he told her, smiling a she kissed his cheek. “You’re right, pancakes sounds pretty good right about now. Let’s go make some,” he said, standing up and holding out a hand to her, pulling her to her feet, and walking downstairs with her.
“I didn’t think it was,” she mumbled under her breath. She walked close to him while on the stairs and looked around with tired eyes. Everything seemed to be blurred and moving quickly. She sat on a chair when they arrived on the second floor. “Thank you,” she spoke.
Brutus let out a laugh, finding it funny that those were the first words out of her mouth as soon as she woke up. “What, I don’t get a ‘good morning’?” he asked teasingly, raising his eyebrows before just smiling. “But yes, I’ll make pancakes… And we have an hour or two before we need to catch the train, so we aren’t in any rush or anything,” he stated, glancing at his clock.
“Sorry,” she slumped, felling sad. “Good morning, love,” she smiled, kissing his cheek quickly. “But pancakes sound good.” She thought back to their earlier plan. She would go to District Two with him. “Sounds good!” she chirped, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Alright, whatever you say,” he replied with a tired chuckle. After she was quiet for a while, he figured that she had fallen asleep. It only took him a matter or minutes before he drifted off into sleep. The next morning when he woke up, he looked around a bit confused, before remembering that him and Cashmere had made a tent the night before. “Morning, Cash,” he mumbled, kissing her forehead,not yet wanting to get up. But he remembered that they had to go back to district two today, so they would have to leave eventually.
Cashmere heard the faintness of his voice. Her eyes shot open wide. “Pancakes?” she asked, a state of seriousness plastered on her face. She yawned for awhile into his chest before kissing him on the nose. “District Two today,” she said out loud, reminding herself. Cashmere was too excited for Brutus’s special pancakes that she almost forgot about going back to his house.
Brutus raised an eyebrow at her skeptically, before shaking his head with a laugh. “Oh, that was totally a yawn! Look at you, you’re about to fall asleep just sitting her talking to me. Either that, or I’m so incredibly boring that it’s making you yawn,” he teased her lightly, a smile sneaking it’s way to his lips. “Mhmm,” he mumbled, breaking away from the kiss to rest his head on her shoulder, kissing her neck.
“It was not a yawn.You are far from boring,” she continued, her eyes slinking back shut. Cashmere let out a staggered deep huff and cuddled herself deeper in his arms. It was almost like she drifted asleep immediately after saying the word yawn, but a part of her still was awake. She finally let herself go and wafted off to a slumber.
“Good. You better,” he teased lightly, giving her a smile. “Oh, you don’t want to sleep? I think that yawn says otherwise,” he told her with a slight smirk. “Sounds like a lovely combination to be thinking about,” he raised his eyebrows as she moved to his pillow, scooting closer to her so that their lips were nearly touching, but not quite. “Well isn’t that a coincidence. I was thinking about your lips too,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Why would I not?”? she teased, fluttering her eyelashes. After his comment, Cashmere flatten her lips, afraid to let out yet another dreaded yawn. “That wasn’t a yawn,” she attempted to convince him. “It is,” she nodded, allowing her eyes to close for a brief moment. She felt the quiver of his lips by her own. “Were you now?” She smiled, a single golden eyebrow raised as their lips finally met.
Brutus laid down, being quiet for a few minutes, almost thinking that Cashmere had already fallen asleep. But then she mumbled something to him, and he smiled slightly. “Hm, I guess that I’m just really happy. And that I love you. And that you should get some sleep, otherwise you’re not going to wake up early enough to make it onto the train in the morning,” he teased lightly, before raising an eyebrow. “What are you thinking about?”
“I love you too,” she smiled into the crook of his neck. Cashmere coulnd’t remember how many times they had said it too each other already. “I don’t want to sleep,” she yawned, snuggling as close as possible to his side. “Me?” she thought, “Pancakes and you. Especially your lips.” A devilish grin appeared on her face when she moved her head onto his pillow.
Brutus raised an eyebrow skeptically as she started to say that, then laughed as she corrected herself. “Yeah, once or twice at least… I somehow think it might be more than that,” he teased. “Don’t worry. I am,” he mumbled joking as she turned away, laying his head down on the pillow. “Oh, I know. I’m the luckiest man alive,” he told her truthfully, nodding his head in agreement.
“Maybe,” she grumbled, holding back a simper. Cashmere rolled her emerald eyes,”Good.” She turned around and nuzzled herself back into his arms. “Yes you are,” she stated. Her mind wandered off, she almost dozed into a sleepy haze, until she forced her eyes open. “What are you thinking about?” Cashmere asked, shifting her body so it was more comfortable.
“No, I believe you… I just… That’s horrible,” he mumbled under his breath. He tried to not think about it- they were both happy now, so they shouldn’t be focusing on the sad things. “Are not,” he said, laughing a little she batted yet eyelashes. “You are too a liar!” he argued back jokingly, wrinkling up his nose and kissing her nose. “Alright. But being sissies together isn’t so bad, right?” he asked, yawning after her and planting a kiss on her forehead before closing his eyes. “Just think, you get to wake up in my arms tomorrow morning,” he murmured with a smirk.
“I am not a liar! I have never lied-” she started but cut herself off, “Okay, maybe I have once or twice… But I’m not lying now!” As he kissed her nose, she began gnawing on her lip once more. “As long as you are one too,” she grunted, crossing her arms and turning away. A smirk appealed on Cashmere’s lips. “You’re lucky that I wake up in your arms, Mister!” She giggled greatly and kissed him.