06-06-2016, 12:21 PM
Cruz sat up and took a deep breathe. Breathing, focus on breathing? Like yoga... He'd never liked yoga much, but it was worth a shot.
Cruz closed his eyes and concentrated on nothing but his breathe in and his breathe out. A vague sense of calm surrounded him and he felt a warmth on his skin that he couldn't exactly pin point. He was going to reach for it, when the calm shattered as a knock on the door sounded. Fuck! He'd finally had something.
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Dorian paced back and forth from his sitting room to the kitchen. He was making Pavlo nervous. The other man kept wringing his hands on his dish towel as he made dinner. It smelled glorious but it only took his mind off of the situation that was unfolding upstairs in Cruz' bedroom. What the hell was happening up there? It was getting late.
Pavlo interrupted Dorian's pacing. "Sir if you'll take a seat in the dinning room I'll have dinner served momentarily."
Dorian shook his head. "I'll fetch Cruz and our guest. Continue as planned."
. Dorian did just that, he went upstairs and he knocked on Cruz's door. He didn't enter, he didn't even wait for them to answer him. "Pavlo has made dinner. Come and eat. Whatever you are doing can wait. Cruz you need to eat son."
Dorian didn't wait he went down stairs and poured himself a glass of wine and sat down in a seat and waited for Pavlo to server dinner. Dorian never considered himself an anxious person but he was beginning to get very anxious. This was going to go to hell in a hand-basket.
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Cruz listened to his father and sighed as his stomach rumbled in response. Now he had to make a choice - food or whatever this was. Food be damned. "I want to try again first before we go down stairs. I think I almost had it."
Cruz closed his eyes and concentrated on nothing but his breathe in and his breathe out. A vague sense of calm surrounded him and he felt a warmth on his skin that he couldn't exactly pin point. He was going to reach for it, when the calm shattered as a knock on the door sounded. Fuck! He'd finally had something.
****
Dorian paced back and forth from his sitting room to the kitchen. He was making Pavlo nervous. The other man kept wringing his hands on his dish towel as he made dinner. It smelled glorious but it only took his mind off of the situation that was unfolding upstairs in Cruz' bedroom. What the hell was happening up there? It was getting late.
Pavlo interrupted Dorian's pacing. "Sir if you'll take a seat in the dinning room I'll have dinner served momentarily."
Dorian shook his head. "I'll fetch Cruz and our guest. Continue as planned."
. Dorian did just that, he went upstairs and he knocked on Cruz's door. He didn't enter, he didn't even wait for them to answer him. "Pavlo has made dinner. Come and eat. Whatever you are doing can wait. Cruz you need to eat son."
Dorian didn't wait he went down stairs and poured himself a glass of wine and sat down in a seat and waited for Pavlo to server dinner. Dorian never considered himself an anxious person but he was beginning to get very anxious. This was going to go to hell in a hand-basket.
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Cruz listened to his father and sighed as his stomach rumbled in response. Now he had to make a choice - food or whatever this was. Food be damned. "I want to try again first before we go down stairs. I think I almost had it."