worldgonematt‌:

“I have been thinking,” said slowly, halfway through with his peach and with sticky fingers, “I know where I would like to take you first.”

“I do not know the country, or really geographically what is there now but … I had a farm, and a creek, and a river in a less than a day’s walk. Though it is quite old …” Even by his standards. Neglected a thousand or two or ten years. “It would need work. I think you will like it regardless.”

The thought that Matt had been considering something was enough to fill Saima with a certain curiosity. Hearing more about what was on his mind definitely inspired a small sense of wonder in them.

“A farm, creek and a river? That sounds quite lovely. I suppose if it’s such a nice spot, it would be worth the work needed.“

worldgonematt‌:

“We will have to see, my dearest.” Turning to press a kiss to their cheek, a smile seemingly stuck to his face as he gazed upon Saima.

“I slept well, with you in my arms. I look forward to more of this.” Perhaps one day he’d actually sleep, but he wasn’t needing the more restorative rest just yet.

He handed them a peach, taking one for himself.

“I suppose that’s all we can do.“ They respond with a small smile of their own, delighted when Matt kisses them on their cheek.

“It’s lovely to know that you rested well with my presence. I look forward to resting with you more as well.“ It had been one of the more calming nights of sleep Saima had had in quite some time. All the credit for finding a homier presence to be around. 

Accepting the peach, they thanked him before taking a bite into it.

worldgonematt‌:

“It is not disturbing, they are just not liking my cooking, which is a shame because I am very good at cooking.” He did have millennia of practice. Besides, it was a point of how he did his cooking, with an open flame conjured on the floor. Not exactly up to health codes.

“We will get some peaches.” He started to the kitchen, pulling peaches from a basket of other fresh fruits. “Did you sleep well, my love?”

“Ah that’s unfortunate. I’m sure that you’ve got a real talent for cooking.“ Saima just knew that Matt was capable of making something interesting with his abilities. 

“Sounds delightful. I slept well enough darling. How about you?“ Saima idly followed him into the kitchen.

worldgonematt‌:

“Yes, yes! What would you like?” Matt brought himself to his feet, taking a moment to stretch. Should he have been as human as his appearance would suggest he would have cracked and popped in stretching his spine, old joints – instead, he was all too quiet, a curious reflection of his otherworldly origins. 

“I am thinking … I have peaches, and the neighbors do not like when I cook.” 

At the question of what they would like, Saima paused for a moment as they thought. It was almost overwhelming to think about options for breafast.

“Ah well.. peaches are lovely enough. I always do enjoy having some fruit in the morning. And guess not disturbing the neighbors would be nice.“ Although it’d be better to not worry about disturbing the neighbors too.

worldgonematt‌:

“Good morning, my love.” Another kiss, and another, gentle and soft as the brush of a feather. 

“Should you like breakfast before we go, ah, how do you say, house-hunting?” An easy grin lit up his face, sitting up now he knew he wouldn’t disrupt them too greatly. 

“Good morning, darling.“ They respond softly. Such soft kisses were absolutely precious and Saima didn’t mind returning them in the least.

“Ah, yes – breakfast would be lovely.“ They laughed at Matt’s use of the word ‘house-hunting’. “That’s as good a plan as any,“ humming more, they sit up and stretch their arms a bit.

worldgonematt:

It was sunrise when Matt stirred again, opening his eyes to see his lover beside him. What a blessed sight, and a wonderful way to start his day, embracing Saima. He didn’t want to move far, considering breakfast, to avoid disrupting whatever bliss Saima had found themself in. 

He simply pressed a light, ghosting kiss to their cheek and laid to rest again. 

Saima had taken some time to return from their mental journey overnight. They laid still for a few more moments before slowly opening their eyes, realizing they were still quite comfortable within Matt’s embrace.

Feeling the kiss on the cheek, Saima smiled a little bit silently – letting themselves take in the quiet peace of being around in the morning. 

But at last, they do manage to speak. “Good morning.”

worldgonematt:

Matt did not sleep, necessarily, and when he did he was rarely in the company of another. But he rested, mind as blank as he could force it to be, eyes closed and breathing slow and steadied, pressed against his partner. 

It was nice, he thought, and needed, to be able to relax so completely, to be content and driven and planning things once again, to have set goals and a purpose in his days beyond his endless wanderings of the lands he used to inhabit. A welcome change. 

Saima had often come to know that sleeping was a strange affair for them. For as much as they describe it as sleep, it’s more of a mental return. A return to home if only so that they can let themselves truly rest for a moment. Their form may be present but their mind feels so, so distance.

Nonetheless, they take comfort in the feeling of security while they allow their subconscious to wander in ways no human could really understand. It was a form of relaxation that they did not often bother trying to explain.

They awaited the times Matt and them would spend together building an entirely different existence for themselves intertwined as such

worldgonematt:

“I want to give you all you could ever hope for, my love.” No distinct promise made in his words but it was a goal, a desire of his to please Saima as much as he could manage. “Anything and everything, i will try.” They weren’t human. He was not bound by so many restraints of power, of mortal fragility. He didn’t have to hold himself back. 

Matt could have talked himself in circles all night, if left to it, but he let them have the quiet; too quiet, he thought. Noise of building, insulated, was no substitute for warm summer cicadas and spring frogs and the hum of the darkness, the songs of stars and nocturnal creatures. 

“And that, I can not thank you enough for.“ They manage to mutter, almost to moved by the goal to even speak. But just able to articulate the wonder and gratitude that they have for Matt’s companionship. It feels like the most wondrous dream has come to fruition with the development.

In the meantime, they remain quiet for a bit. They don’t mind the silence much, of course – a window open or so would make things especially lovely. But for now, they rest letting themselves nestle up against Matt.

worldgonematt:

“If I wasn’t so intent to settle down with you, peacefully, I would present myself to those thieving institutions and demand items be rightfully returned, but …” Punctuated with a yawn. A task for another time, it seemed. 

“Of course, my darling.” Whatever suited them both in this time. he had had millenia to roam the woods alone, and now he had the chance to be with someone again – someone who held power the way he did, who understood the things weighing heavy on his shoulders – he would make any concession. “We will make a beautiful home.” 

But for now, in this moment, he was at home with Saima in his arms, pressed close and comfortable. 

“Heh, that’s an understandable impulse. I’m glad that you had other things on your mind.“Saima could certainly sympathize with the want to confront institutions about what they had stolen but at this point, as long as an interesting story was being told – they’d leave the whole thing alone.

“A beautiful home for a truly divine experience. What more could I hope for?“ They smile, pressing close against Matt. Something about the feeling of being intertwined with someone who could really understand their experience made them feel like they had found another true home. A real rarity as far as they were concerned.

worldgonematt:

“I must find all my instruments … there are a great deal.” He was an entire orchestra on his own. “I have left most, in all manner of houses and of what i have learned I am sure some have been stolen by museums … “ But this thought was quickly shaken away, out of a refusal to drag anything negative into his bed space, especially with his darling Saima to share it. 

“I am a good homemaker! it is a skill of thousands of years of practice.” He grinned, one hand raised lazy to gesture at the ceiling, motions loose and undefined as he spoke, “I am good at building houses and to make them feel like home. For your sake, we will live in the shelter of a permanent building – if it were up to me, love, I’d spend days wandering and sleeping among the moss and the leaves whenever it became necessary.” 

“But a better building than this,” he continued, now rambling and quieter, “where we can see the stars and feel the earth underfoot. No steel or concrete.” 

“Ah right. I’m sure it’ll be quite the effort to collect all the instruments that you have used over the years.“ And quite the collection it sounds it’ll be, to have so many instruments must be truly wonderful.  They gave a slight sigh at the mention of museum stealing his instruments, but it is to be expected when those people have no idea that someone would return for those priceless instruments. 

“I certainly believe you. Practice builds a lot of skill.“ Listening to him, Saima was already enthralled with the possibilities of a home that Matt could build. “As much as I like wandering – a nice building to return to, I can’t help but enjoy. But something with no steel or concrete would be wonderful – at least something that feels closer to the world. “