Riley was not the only one plagued by dreams. It hardly felt like a plague
during the dreams of course. No, they were some small sliver of a heaven
that Liam knew he had no business and no nope of actually seeing. There
would be no getting the other man out of his mind, and he was trying to do
his best to accept that and move on despite. He made no attempt to see the
priest again over those few days, not sure he could trust himself not to
throw himself at Riley which what remained of his pride told him would be a
bad thing somehow.
Instead he busied himself with his new role as Cat Dad. Maurice had been
scooped up and brought to his little studio apartment above the antique
store. The orange boy had been showered in all the accoutrements that came
with being a spoiled housecat and seemed to be enjoying his new, warmer,
much more comfortable life. He'd even tolerated the bath that Liam had
visited upon him the first night with only a little pathetic pitiable
mewing.
But all this did not mean that Riley would be allowed to think he'd been
forgotten. A few days after their little not-date on the ocean cliffs, a
rather large package would be delivered to the priest's quarters. It was a
solid wooden bookcase, five feet tall, intricate leaf carvings up along the
trim at the sides and top and bottom. It was clearly old, antique even (go
figure), but it had been rather painstakingly restored and refinished. A
card included stated simply, "Maurice thought you'd like this. - L"
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Date: 2025-06-02 04:04 pm (UTC)Riley was not the only one plagued by dreams. It hardly felt like a plague during the dreams of course. No, they were some small sliver of a heaven that Liam knew he had no business and no nope of actually seeing. There would be no getting the other man out of his mind, and he was trying to do his best to accept that and move on despite. He made no attempt to see the priest again over those few days, not sure he could trust himself not to throw himself at Riley which what remained of his pride told him would be a bad thing somehow.
Instead he busied himself with his new role as Cat Dad. Maurice had been scooped up and brought to his little studio apartment above the antique store. The orange boy had been showered in all the accoutrements that came with being a spoiled housecat and seemed to be enjoying his new, warmer, much more comfortable life. He'd even tolerated the bath that Liam had visited upon him the first night with only a little pathetic pitiable mewing.
But all this did not mean that Riley would be allowed to think he'd been forgotten. A few days after their little not-date on the ocean cliffs, a rather large package would be delivered to the priest's quarters. It was a solid wooden bookcase, five feet tall, intricate leaf carvings up along the trim at the sides and top and bottom. It was clearly old, antique even (go figure), but it had been rather painstakingly restored and refinished. A card included stated simply, "Maurice thought you'd like this. - L"