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A small cloud of dust was kicked up as Jon opened the door to Daisy's cabin. Giving a slight cough Jon looked around. The living room area was mostly empty with the exception of an outdated rug, a slightly worn couch, and a small side table. From the entryway Jon could see the kitchen and its matching outdated appliances. As Jon stepped inside he rested his single suitcase of things by the door, he didn't have much anymore but truthfully he didn't really need it, he supposed he could steal some of Martin's clothes if he needed to. A small smile appeared on Jons face as he turned to help Martin bring the rest of their things in, a few more bags and boxes of food and “food”, the boxes however were abandoned on the porch and Martin was nowhere to be seen. Jon panicked a bit as he rushed off the porch and began searching around the outside of the house and then down the path leading toward the dirt road that led to the house. As his panic rose, thinking someone had somehow managed to take his Martin, Jon spotted a mop of curly auburn hair. Amongst a patch of wildflowers, he found Martin kneeling inspecting them.
“Thank god!” Jon let out with a huff and threw his arms around the other man.
“Wha- oh, sorry I just thought the cabin could do with some flowers, maybe, liven the place up a bit?” Martin gave Jon a sheepish smile
and showed him the small bouquet of wildflowers he was holding.
Jon let out a bit of a laugh beginning to stand and offering a hand to Martin.
“They’ll be a lovely addition, once we clear some of the dust up that is.”
Martin took the outstretched hand and they walked back down the path toward their new home. “It’s funny, there are so many flowers and you chose Queen Anne’s lace.”`
“It’s pretty,” Martin said with a shrug, slightly defensive, “and I don’t know there is just something about them.” He pulled the bouquet to his face shyly. Jon gave his hand a little squeeze as they stepped up the porch and into the house. Upon inspection he found a glass and filled it with some water and gave it to Martin to put the flowers in.
“Well maybe funny isn’t quite right, more…. fitting, I suppose. You see in traditional flower language they are meant to mean sanctuary.”
“That is fitting, at least, I hope it-“
“It is.”
“How do you know?” Jon just raised an eyebrow at Martin as if to say ‘really?’ And Martin just pushed slightly at his shoulder and pouted and went to sit on the couch with another small puff of dust. Jon fiddled with his phone for a moment and suddenly music was coming out of its speakers. He pushed the coffee table to the side and swept Martin up, begrudgingly, into a dance position and began a goofy looking waltz about the space. Martin’s pout faded into a fond smile as he watched Jon move completely off beat about the living area. He slowed Jon down, pulling him close to his chest so they could simply sway to the tune. Jon gave Martin a beaming smile and Martin returned it, then lowered his head to rest against Jon’s.
“You’re my sanctuary, Martin,” Jon whispered into the small space between them. And maybe Martin’s eyes began to fill with tears, and maybe it wasn’t exactly I love you, but it was perfect nonetheless.
The song faded off into another and then another. The two didn’t really pay the music much mind, just enjoying each other's presence and the moment of peace they had been afforded together. Eventually they would part and bring in their things cleaning and setting up the cottage to be more livable. Truly making it into their own little sanctuary.