The Circle of Life (Yeril & Micheia) BP sequel

[Yeril]

Yeril was having an interesting dream. He was being chased by a creepy little old man in what looked like wizard robes. The man kept yelling at him and throwing rice and confetti all around. Micheia was there, except the younger was laughing happily and holding a giant flower out to him.

...Very, very strange.

The blonde felt something nice and comforting drifting through his hair. It wasn't from his dream though...Slowly he opened up his eyes to see Micheia staring back at him, red eyes shining beautifully from his smiling face.

"Hey...," he murmered as he sat up. He yawned before pulling his mate to sit on his lap; his arms still looped around the teen's body in a hug. "So, you got everything figured out? I mean, do you have an idea picked out for your project and everything?"

[Micheia]

Micheia shifted on the man's lap so he was stradling his mates thigh. He smiled brilliantly and kissed his mate on the lips. "Yes!" He nodded vigorously and hugged his mate.

"I finally figured everything out." He contentedly sighed and nuzzled the man's neck, feeling giddy and at the same time nervous for what he had in stored for his mate tomorrow.

He slightly pulled back and looked at his mate. "And what about you? You seem to be very tired..." He frowned.

[Yeril]

Yeril smiled and nodded. "Yes, I am...Your mother can be very strict, did you know? I was helping him do some stuff in the kitchen, but he made me do it so many times over when I messed up..."

The blonde made a face before sighing. "I understand why though...Perfection is key and all that...," he said, smirking at Micheia's confused expression. That was okay; everything would be presented tomorrow.

"Anyways, what did you decide for your project?" he asked as he began to rub circles on his mate's back.

[Micheia]

"Project?! Oh... Uhm..." Micheia quickly averted his eyes from his mate; mind thinking up of something to say. "Well... something that I haven't done for quite a while..." He smiled a little uneasily.

It was true... after all, he hadn't danced for quite some time now. He looked back at his mate and shook his head. "But don't you worry about it..." A smile that held promise of wonderful things to come, suddenly crossed his lips. "It would be one of my best "work", yet..."

[Yeril]

"Really?" Yeril asked, interested. "It sounds like it's going to be marvelous. Can I see it when you're done?"

He always liked seeing what Micheia could do. All of it was so gorgeous and it made him feel very privileged to be one of the few who would see certain things. He wished that he could create beauty, but he could not...At least, not to his knowledge.

He sighed wistfully as he continued to run his hands over the black haired boy's back.

[Micheia]

Micheia nuzzled his mates neck and stretched a little. Loving the way his mate ran his hand up and down on his back. "Of course you can..." He placed a soft kiss on the man's skin and played some starnds of hair on the his mate's nape.

"In fact... you're the only one who's going to ever see my work..." A playful smile bloomed on his lips as he buried his face on the crook of his mate's neck.

[Yeril]

Yeril smiled and laid back on the couch, pulling Micheia down with him. "I can't wait then," he said, wrapping his arms around the other's torso. "I know I'll like it already...There's always a look you get on your face that just says your going to do great things..."

He placed a kiss on his mate's forehead with a small smile. He let his eyes flutter close ad he asked, "So what are your plans for the rest of the day, and...tomorrow?" They hadn't mentioned anything about the special day really, and he hoped that Micheia had not forgotten or made plans or something like that. He didn't think that it would be an issue, but...

[Micheia]

"Oh, I'll do more than just great things... I hope." He couldn't help but feel excited and a tad bit nervous... okay, so very nervous.

He stretched himself so he would be parallel to his mate and buried his face on the man's broad chest. "Today? I was planning to spend some time with my love. Tomorrow? Hmm... nothing, I guess."

[Yeril]

Yeril gave a small smile. "Oh, I see," he said, feeling slightly disappointed that Micheia had apparently forgotten. Either that, or the teen was trying to hide his gift like the blonde was with his own.

He stretched and put an arm around his mate's shoulders. He looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Well...what kind of stuff do you want to do today? Or do you just want to go upstairs and rest? It's your call."

[Micheia]

Micheia braced himself up a little so he could look at his mate's face. "Well, I dunno..." He shrugged and cutely tilted his head. "Uhm... is it time for lunch? How about a rest after we eat."

He then turned on his cute, pleading kitty-cat look. "You'll stay with me, won't you?" He hugged his mate tightly and nuzzled the blonde's neck. "You've been spending so much time with mama and papa this past week and I'm starting to feel neglacted..." He pouted at this and snuggled on his mate.

[Yeril]

Yeril grinned and nodded. "Of course, sweetie. I didn't mean to neglegate you..." He dropped a kiss on his mate's lips before rolling off the couch. He stood and held out a hand to help Micheia up as well.

"It is about time to eat, so we'll head into the kitchen and try not to attract too much attention while doing so...No offense, but your family is very overwhelming...And there's so many of them too!" he said, shuddering slightly as he remembered the first time he had met everyone at once. It was scary...

He pulled the younger boy to his feet and they began on their way to the kitchen.

[Micheia]

After eating lunch with his whole family, Micheia insited to his mate that he take him to the veranda so that he could work on a portait that he was currently painting for a moment before heading to their room.

So, here he was, having a piggyback ride on his mate, heading straight for the veranda. "Do you think Akiha would like this painting?" He asked his mate for like the umphteenth time. Irritating... he know.

"I mean my promise had been long over due, and I'm not so sure if he'll like this one... Especially now that his pregnant. You know how shifty life-giver's could get..." He bit his lip, still worrying over the fact whether he should have painted the ocean as opposed to the little kittens.

He did remember Akiha saying that he liked how the ocean changes color especially during sunsets. Then again Akiha is pregnant so maybe having a portrait of little kittens playing wouldn't be bad either. Hhhmmm....

[Yeril]

Yeril laughed, carefully watching his steps so as to not accidentally damage his precious cargo. “I think he’ll like whatever you give him, sweetie. I mean, if you’re giving him the kitten one it would work especially well now that he’s actually pregnant…They will have a couple of kits of their own soon, after all,” he said as he opened a door leading to the veranda.

“And…on the very slim chance that he doesn’t like it because he gets, as you put it, ‘shifty’….Then he’ll probably like it after the pregnancy. Though, I doubt that that’s going to be an issue. You create beautiful things.”

The blonde walked to the edge of the veranda and looked out with a small sigh. He always liked watching the world pass him by. It just gave him a sense of calm…or perhaps it was just because Micheia was with him right then. Either way, it was a nice little moment.

[Micheia]

"Do I?" He asked, more to himself than his mate. He rested his chin on the man's right shoulder as he watched the garden beyond the veranda.

He felt more than heard his mate sigh and he peered at him. Worried over his mate, he tightened his hold on Yeril's shoulder. "Is something the matter?" He nuzzled the man's cheek with his own, using his gift to reassure his mate that he was there when he needs him.

[Yeril]

Yeril chuckled as he leaned into the feel of his mate's hand. "No, nothing is really wrong. I was just thinking..." He trailed off for a moment or so. It was silent except for a few creatures flying off in the distance.

"I love you," he said suddenly. "I was just thinking about how content I am with life at this place and time. I know that it will probably get worse and that it will probably get better as life is prone to do, but...Yeah. I love you, and that seems to make it all worth it. Spending it - life - with you, I mean."

He glanced to the side to look Micheia in the eyes. Red...Courage, love, strength, passion...Anger, pain, fear...It was almost funny how one color could have so much meaning. Even funnier was how they emphasized what the blonde felt. He knew he acted on the positive ones when his mate was by his side, but he could also feel the bad ones when the younger was not.

Gently he kissed the teen's lips before looking back out into nature. "You mean so much to me, but we hardly have touched on the surface of each other's identity...You know?" The Mentsiquarian chuckled again. "We have the rest of our lives to figure that out though..."

He paused and watched a bird of some sort fly towards the horizon where it was met by what seemed to be its mate. So beautiful..."One month," he happily whispered to himself.