Too busy, didn't sleep for an unknown reason last night, which meant I wasn't a very nice person today, and have had to bring loads of work home with me. Still, one more day, then we're off ;)
Last did this way back in May! So I'll just put this link here for those of you who, like me, have forgotten exactly what was going on.
"There was, um, a power cut - just briefly. I had to go to the car to get the torch."
Greg nodded, still looking slightly blank.
"Did you...when the lights went out, I heard a thump. Did you fall? Have you hit your head or anything?"
"No," Greg frowned. "I'm fine. I was...what was I doing outside?"
Now John frowned too, unsure of what was going on, and not liking any of it.
"You went to fetch wood for the fire, but, well, I think we should probably just turn in." He paused, looking at Greg for any sign of injury. "You mind if I just check you over?"
Greg shook his head, and John briefly checked his head for any cuts or bruises, but found none.
"Why did you go down to the cellar?" John asked, as he moved to wash up the mugs.
"I found you in the cellar, just now...you seemed, I don't know, thoughtful? Just wondered why you went down there. It seemed a bit spooky."
Greg was looking more confused as John went on. "I...must have been looking for wood, I guess?" he said, sounded very unconvincing.
"Yeah, probably," John smiled, although he didn't feel like smiling in the least.
"Come on then, bed."
Upstairs they piled as many blankets and fnugs onto the bed as they could find, in case the temperature dropped further in the night.
"God, your feet are freezing," John said, wishing he'd kept his socks on.
"Sorry," Greg mumbled, but didn't remove his feet from John's calves.
"Night," John smiled indulgently, reaching for a kiss.
"Night," Greg replied, kissing John on the lips.
John reached to turn the light out, and as he turned back for a split second it seemed that Greg's eyes glowed a very deep red, before returning to their usual dark brown. He sternly told himself he must have imagined it - it had to be a reflection of the fading light in his lover's eyes. There was definitely no other explanation.
John pulled the cover closer to him, and wished they'd slept with their clothes on, in case anything else happened during the night.
Outside, the creatures of the forest called out in the darkness. John wished he had their confidence in the darkness.