[Caleb looked up from the book that he had been bent over at the sound of Essek stepping inside. Before he even turned to look at the other man, the soft scent of apples and cinnamon caught his attention, registering at the back of his mind with a breathless ache of home.
Then he turned and saw Essek in full, the flour smeared across a cheek, the tray in his hands. His eyes went wide as his thoughts raced to put together what he was looking at, the pieces clicking in together all at once.
So the only response at all Essek would get for a long moment was Caleb staring at him in wonder as tears gathered and fell from wide blue eyes.]
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Date: 2024-01-07 03:35 am (UTC)Then he turned and saw Essek in full, the flour smeared across a cheek, the tray in his hands. His eyes went wide as his thoughts raced to put together what he was looking at, the pieces clicking in together all at once.
So the only response at all Essek would get for a long moment was Caleb staring at him in wonder as tears gathered and fell from wide blue eyes.]
Apple tarts.