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White hair, closed eyes, and a shy sleeping smile. That was what Carlos saw as he opened his eyes after a wonderful night’s sleep. A smile split his lips as he looked at the sleeping radio host curled up to him. His short hair that lacked pigment fell into his face, making him look peaceful and innocent. Carlos reached over to gently stroke Cecil’s hair, chuckling as the violet-eyed man leaned into his love’s touch.
Carlos’s mind wandered to the night before. It had been Cecil’s idea to simply spend the night at his apartment above the radio studio. Carlos had cooked diner since Cecil had no cooking skills at all; they had eaten at the small table in his kitchen while discussing the latest goings on in town. Cecil had taken care of the dishes while Carlos watched him. Then they had curled up on the couch to watch a marathon of a show neither of them had ever heard of, Cecil shyly sneaking under one of Carlos’s arms. The scientist had smiled and held the host close to himself, forcing a flush to fill Cecil’s cheeks.
The position had been so comfortable Cecil had dozed off after just a few episodes. Carlos had kissed his forehead and turned the TV off, wrapping both arms around Cecil and holding him close. He had stayed up for almost an hour after his three-eyed love had fallen asleep just watching him sleep and stroking his hair.
Slight movements drew Carlos from his thoughts and he looked down to see Cecil stirring. He smiled as a trio of violet eyes opened and looked at him.
“Good morning, Cecil.”
“Good morning.”
Carlos’s mind wandered to the night before. It had been Cecil’s idea to simply spend the night at his apartment above the radio studio. Carlos had cooked diner since Cecil had no cooking skills at all; they had eaten at the small table in his kitchen while discussing the latest goings on in town. Cecil had taken care of the dishes while Carlos watched him. Then they had curled up on the couch to watch a marathon of a show neither of them had ever heard of, Cecil shyly sneaking under one of Carlos’s arms. The scientist had smiled and held the host close to himself, forcing a flush to fill Cecil’s cheeks.
The position had been so comfortable Cecil had dozed off after just a few episodes. Carlos had kissed his forehead and turned the TV off, wrapping both arms around Cecil and holding him close. He had stayed up for almost an hour after his three-eyed love had fallen asleep just watching him sleep and stroking his hair.
Slight movements drew Carlos from his thoughts and he looked down to see Cecil stirring. He smiled as a trio of violet eyes opened and looked at him.
“Good morning, Cecil.”
“Good morning.”
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Cecil/Carlos WTNV- purring
Yay for WTNV fanfiction!!!! I hope you all enjoy, it's just a short drabble about Cecil's purring :P
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Carlos yawned, stretching out like a cat on his bed. Next to him, he could feel Cecil stir softly, moving ever so much closer to him. Everything here was perfect. The room was warmed by the breath of the lovers, Cecil’s chilly, moist skin cuddled up against Carlos was pure bliss. He had his fingers curled into Cecil’s hair, gripping ever so slightly as he leaned over to press his nose against his neck. The scent of coffee, old (and definitely banned) books, and cologne perfumed h
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“Good evening, Listeners.” Cecil gulped, his voice cracking on the very last syllable. “Today, is not the day for celebration.” He paused, eyes fluttering shut. He could feel his eyes grow quite moist at just the thought of announcing this. “Our, dearest, dearest Carlos… Has left us… and Night Vale.” He spoke in a heavy tone, doing everything in his power not to throw the microphone against the wall. “I am not allowed to disclose why or how, but please, let us remember that the secret police, are ALWAYS watching.” He bit his lip so hard little blots of blood bubbled at
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“Gabriel! GABRIEL!” No, this couldn't be happening. He almost lost him once, he couldn't lose him now. He just couldn't lose his angel. He wouldn't be able to handle it. “Gabriel, please, don't do this!” He sobbed into his angels hair, gripping him close.
Sam woke with a start. It was just a dream, right? He hoped so, but the absence of Gabriel's arms wrapped around him sent fear through his body. No, he was not dead. It was just a dream. He got up and looked about their dark room; no Gabriel. He went into the bathroom; no Gabriel. He felt panic setting in. Where had he gone? No no no no-
“Shhh, come on, Ell
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(( Just a little drabble I wrote earlier. Plot is non-existent.
If you have anything you want to see happen between Cecil and Carlos, please tell me so I can write it down. ))
If you have anything you want to see happen between Cecil and Carlos, please tell me so I can write it down. ))
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*crashes to the floor crying with love* oof.