Ag Ionnsachadh Gàidhlig (p)

Cypress sighed a bit and looked at Iain's face. He sat back on his haunches and looked up at him with a small smile on his face. "I like looking up at you for some reason." The son of Demeter chuckled a bit and wondered what Iain was thinking around now. "I, uh, want to get some dirt for this pot."

"Thanks, baby." Cypress got up from his knees and laid down on his stomach with the pot of dirt in front of him. He stared at the dirt inside the pot before a cactus started to grow in the pot. He grinned some and showed Iain the cactus. "Ta-da For my warlock."

"Really?" Cypress grabbed the jar and as soon as he touched it, the color changed from a deep red to a light red. "What did your color mean?" He asked, looking over at his boyfriend. "Passion or something? I'm not well versed in...this." He chuckled.

The son of Demeter nodded his head and looked it over again. "That's pretty cool." He looked over his shoulder at Iain. He poked his ass out to tell Iain that his hands were allowed to travel lower. Cypress yawned a bit before focusing on the jar more. "Can I make one of these for myself?"

Cypress' smile increased underneath Iain's touch and looked over his shoulder Iain and gave his lips a little wiggle. The son of Demeter looked back down at the mood reading jar. "That's where you come in." He told him with a smile. Cypress was about to say something, but stopped. "I know there's this form of magic called 'herbology'. Do you think together we can do that? Or at least study it?"

The son of Demeter looked over his shoulder to look at his boyfriend and propped his ass up more, stretching and arching his back. With a sigh, he smiled. "A lot of things like what?" Cypress asked curiously.

Cypress smiled widely and buried his face into the sheets of Iain's bunk to hide the blush that was beginning to form across his face. He never thought he'd fine somebody so out of his--. "Iain?" He asked, slowly turning his head and to look in his boyfriend's direction. "Have you learned of Fitz and the Tantrums?"

"Oh," Cypress paused. "Well, there's this song called 'Out of My League'. You remind me of it." He whispered before burying his face back into Iain's sheets. It smelled just like him. With a huff, he turned his head to look at the mood jar and grinned a bit. "We can do arts and crafts tomorrow too."

"I know, but sometimes it feels that way." Chadwick slowly turned over onto his back to stare up at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact with Iain. "Sorry, it's...just something that I have to deal with." He shook his head. "But yeah, arts and crafts is fun. I remember making tea baths back home, but here there aren't any baths or anything like that here."

Cypress shook his head and looked over at Iain. "It's not about--." He sighed and sat up, then sat back on his hands. "Thank you, Iain." He gently picked up the mood jar and watched it shift and change from deep red, to blue, to a purple. Cypress handed the jar back to Iain. "Here you go."

The son of Demeter shook his head. "No, no, I'm fine. Sorry." He moved so that he was able to sit on his lap. "Because I'm a little embarrassed right now." Cypress chuckled, biting his lip. He rested his head on Iain's shoulder. "I want to be a good boyfriend to you, Iain. I do." He pulled away and pecked his lips. "No matter what it takes."

Cypress smiled warmly at Iain and studied his face. "You're such a good boyfriend, Iain, and it hasn't even been a full twenty-fours yet." He chuckled a bit and sighed heavily. "Let's get to bed, okay?" He pecked his lips. "My cabin's gonna miss me tonight, but I left one of the leaders in the charge."

When Iain came back, Cypress was already underneath the covers in nothing on, but his black shorts. The son of Demeter looked over at Iain and grinned. "Can you, uh, hold me?" He asked, slowly turning his back on Iain.