fic snippet (guess what im writingg...)
While he’d been gone, Charles had stood on top of the ratty old couch that he and Edwin had been watching unravel for years. He stuck the end of the vine between two slats in the ceiling so it hung down, adding even more adornment to the veritable winter wonderland he and Edwin had created.
Hopefully Edwin would notice. If he didn’t, Charles would just spell it out for his best mate, point at it and pull him in for a kiss.
Which, honestly, was more than brills for a ‘worst-case scenario.’