Perfume Journey

10.【CK Eternityformen／Eternal】

Top notes: Chinese mandarin, lavender

Heart Notes: Geranium, Jasmine, Sage, Basil

Aftertaste: rosewood, vetiver, amber, sandalwood

Here's his log of today's activity:

At eight o'clock on Saturday morning, I pulled Roy, who had already woken up and showered after the morning run, back to bed.Recently, the body wash has been replaced with lavender scent. Every time he wraps his arms around Roy's waist to cool his skin after bathing, the faint scent of lavender always enters his nose from the hands gently caressing his hair.

At [-]:[-], he was woken up by Roy who took a nap along the way.There was an appointment at eleven o'clock, so instead of eating out, they made muffins at home, topped with maple syrup, served with fresh jam and coffee for breakfast.Of course, everything for breakfast was arranged by him. Cooking does require talent to a certain extent, and Roy just happens to have no such aspect.

At ten o'clock, change into formal clothes.Today's occasion was special, so Roy followed the low-key principle and fished out the ordinary black suit from the closet without thinking.It can still be seen that it is made to order, because he doesn't have the kind of cheap products that are matched with big stores.

Perfume Roy is particularly picked, "eternal", maybe it has other meanings.He let the perfume stick to his palm, opened the collar of his shirt, and transferred it behind Roy's ear.He likes this movement, while the perfume is on Roy's skin, his fingertips are also gently running along the red hair.It feels soft and beautiful, but it is a pity that they usually go out to work at different times, so they don't have the opportunity to experience it often.The difference between a big boss and an office worker working in an accounting firm is sometimes infuriating.

At [-]:[-], the initial pungent alcohol smell of the perfume has dissipated. This fragrance is too soft, jasmine and geranium, elegant floral and herbal fragrance.When Roy fixed his tie, he smelled the sweet floral fragrance blended into the woody tone of rosewood, which was indeed very different from the cold aroma Roy used, the same calm and elegant, but extremely gentle.

At eleven o'clock, the wedding began promptly in the parish chapel.There were no eloping brides or runaway grooms, and he guessed that if the groom did run away, he would be met with horrific reprisals from the bride.After getting to know Sophie for a long time, I found out through Roy that she was a very clever hacker, although I never admitted it.The way Sophie met the groom was also bizarre, but all she was willing to reveal was that the groom was a national civil servant—what a clever wording.Look at the groom's colleagues, all of them look like the strong men with the "Special Forces" logo in the movie. Of course, the soldiers are also civil servants. Sophie really learned the essence of Roy in avoiding the problem.

It was a bit odd that Roy would lead the bride down the aisle in place of the non-attendant family, not the best man but the father.But Sophie insisted that Roy was her family in the United States, and the groom was in a situation where Sophie said everything was fine, this development seemed not surprising at all.

When the bride with exquisite makeup and elegant wedding dress was handed over to the groom by Roy, the pastor announced that the bride and groom became husband and wife, and said "You can kiss the bride" a sentence that is nothing new but will always move the parties. , he finally felt relieved.

In September of the third year he was with Roy, Miss Sophie, who always made him feel thorny, married herself today.The thorn in my side disappeared, and it was indeed a memorable day.

Now, the newlyweds step out of the auditorium.Roy walked slowly, and he followed behind Roy. The new couple had walked this red carpet a few minutes ago.

Roy stared thoughtfully at the back of the newlyweds for a while, then looked back at the cross hanging on the altar.They stood on the red carpet of the church, and their eyes slowly moved from the sacred mark to Fernand's eyes: "One day." He said, gently and naturally, sounding so distant and slow.

Fernand felt as if he was watching a slow-moving movie. It must have taken him a lot of time to understand what Roy said...Maybe, maybe not, when he came back to his senses, he had already held Roy tightly and stretched out hand.

Walking outside the church, the sun was as dazzling as the bride's happy smile. Since the man standing next to the bride was not his, Fernand would of course give his blessing generously, because Roy hoped so.

"Hey, was that a marriage proposal just now?" He shook his strong and beautiful hand, and led him down the stairs to the banquet venue on the green grass.The perfume smeared on earlier still hasn't dissipated.Vetiver and amber, and through this action, he will get the smell of Roy, just like their countless lingering.

With fingers clasped together, Roy moved closer to Fernand, with his arms pressed together, as well as his shoulders, walking slowly, with a volume close to a whisper. "I think the most correct course of action for you is to follow the tail of my words and respond, 'Yes, someday'."

"Yes, one day...it will be our turn." He saw Roy lower his head, his thick long eyelashes fluttering; he couldn't look directly into his eyes, he didn't know what emotions were in those eyes.

It's just that when the last syllable in the words disappeared, Roy turned his head and covered his lips, "...shut up, damn it, shut up, why are you adding those extra things at the end?" muttered curses, but didn't break away his hand.

Fernand was trembling with joy, Roy was well-bred and swearing was rare.He has seen Roy get angry several times in the past three years, the atmosphere has dropped to freezing point, and his tone of absolute politeness but sarcasm; now this kind of reaction only appears when Roy is embarrassed and shy, or even does not know what to do.

God, this time is much less than angry, how can we not teach him to be happy?

"Oh, that's great, this one sentence can break your ability to think rationally, I want to say it a few more times."

Elbow him, "Shit, there's no way the same sentence will get you a second time."

He shook his hand vigorously, and looked at him intimately, "Don't get angry, today is a good day, isn't it?"

Roy pursed his lips, snorted, and didn't want to speak for several minutes.

He knows that he is good at using ambiguous language, is not good at making promises, and does not expect to get promises, so every time he hears Fernand's words of promise, Roy always doesn't know how to express the intense churning in his heart Joy, and I don't know how to tell Fernand that he is uncomfortable...just shy.

Sounds stupid, but damn he does.

"Roy..." The banquet venue was busy with people taking pictures and people grabbing food. The open-air buffet banquet decided by the couple was both lively and chaotic.He took Roy's arm tiredly and whispered in his ear, completely ignoring the eyes of some of the guests walking around. "Roy, honey, honey, my love."

When dealing with older lovers, one should always relax and act coquettishly, so that he can do whatever he wants in the following time. This is the accumulated experience of Fernand over the past few years, and it has been tried and tested.

"Say something quickly." Roy's tone was rough, and Fernand guessed that he was still shy.

"Did I say I love you today?" He saw the bride giving him the middle finger and then being pressed down by the groom with a wry smile, which seemed to mean "who allows you to attract more attention than me at my wedding."

"no."

"I love you." While the bride was being distracted by other people, he blatantly dragged Roy to the corner of the building, where no one would pay attention.He didn't care about being seen by others, but since today was Sophie's wedding, he should try to save face for her and keep a low profile.

Trapped between the building and Fernand, Roy straightened Fernand's tie, "I love you too, but I guess it's not appropriate to hide here and make out?"

He laughed so hard that even the sun paled under that smile.Kissing Roy on the cheek secretly, "We are not the main characters."

Roy found himself smiling at Fernand's rascally coquettish approach, and he heard the wedding waltz playing, "If you can't find me, she'll kill you."

"Oh, never mind." He said irresponsibly, with only his lover's beautiful smile in his eyes, as if no one else existed. "You'll stand in front of me anyway."

It's like spending Christmas at Roy's house in the first year, facing the person whose son brought home for the first time, even if he knew his son's usual wandering and vicious behavior, Roy's parents always had a lot of questions to ask.Although they are all old questions: how to know each other, why they like it...their beginning is really a bit difficult to talk about, so Roy made up a set of dandies who hook people up when they like it...It started with a one-night stand, in a certain way There is nothing wrong, it's just that the active role has been reversed.

As a result, Roy's mother looked at him with apologetic eyes throughout the holiday, as if Roy had spoiled an honest boy who didn't know where; The Merry Tent is more tolerant.

This was so exaggerated that Fernand couldn't resist asking Roy how bad his image was at home.

The answer I got was a smile, and a statement like "They won't criticize me, so as long as there is something wrong, they will push it on me".

At that time, Fernand really understood how much Roy's seriousness in feelings contained, and he almost tried his best to protect him.

"Of course I will." So Roy said, "Remember to let me know when she kills her."

"The music is not over yet, there are still a few minutes." But when Fernand thought that the bride would be escorted by the groom and dance with her father... Roy really helped himself to a good role, tsk. "Why on earth did you agree to lead her on the red carpet?"

"Don't you like it, Mommy?"

"Who is Mommy... Wait, why am I the woman?"

"Because it's a man's business to hand over the bride to the groom." Roy pursed his lips, looking quite proud.

"I don't want this kind of daughter." Fernand rolled his eyes, "You are willing to accompany her to mess around like this."

"She wants to be accompanied by a family member instead of stepping on the red carpet alone, not because she thinks it will be refreshing to be surrounded by young men from the beginning to the end of the wedding." But fortunately, the man does not have a lot of parents, Sophie's The family is also far away preparing for another Chinese wedding that follows ancient rituals.

"...I understand the last reason. I would do it too."

"Look, you guys have a lot of sympathy in this kind of thing." Fernand straightened his face, and the broken kiss on his lips was full of coaxing.

"It's only in this kind of thing." He pinched Roy's chin and pressed a kiss hard, then let him go: "She's here."

Accompanied by the groom, the bride with the hem of her skirt walked aggressively in high heels, sandwiched between three men who were over 180 centimeters tall, with a high-spirited look on her face: "Daddy, it's time to dance."

Holding Sophie's outstretched hand, Roy smiled softly: "My honor."

"Hoo hoo, I'll return it to you later, Mommy." She winked at him, her face full of contempt.

"Thanks, I haven't been so touched since I gave birth to you when I was two years old." Fernand said angrily.She knows how to demand and control better than when she first met. Roy is like Professor Higgins in My Fair Lady, training a perfect lady...a lady, but not perfect.

He was suddenly full of sympathy for the groom beside him: "It's hard to fall in love with her."

"It's nothing." The groom looked at his new wife dancing with other men, very graceful, "she is gentle most of the time."

"Smart woman, sometimes a bit difficult." Moving forward, sliding sideways, Roy led her in a circle, right, and then forward.Then they talk without missing a beat.Beautiful, soft, precise and smooth.

"A little more than once in a while," said the groom, still prim. "Better not to let her hear. Are you going to dance later? I mean, with your boyfriend."

Fernand didn't know the answer to this question. He guessed that Roy would say: "Today is your wedding, we don't want to cause trouble."

"She doesn't mind." The groom didn't mention that his new wife had also promised with a sly smile that anyone would be damned if they discriminated against her friends at her wedding.At that time, Sophie stepped on a chair and vowed that she would do what she said. "me too."

"Thanks. But... I'm not sure."

As soon as the music stopped, the groom went to greet him anxiously. Roy let go of Sophie, and happened to miss the groom.Fernand embraced the lover who came back, and could feel the steady sandalwood on his body.

"Have a nice talk with the groom?" he asked, without stopping Fernand's hand on his waist.Their legs were stuck together, and his heartbeat was still a little fast.

"He asked me, well, if you and I want to dance together."

"Then?" Pushing away the black hair scattered on Fernand's shoulders and neck, he covered it and rubbed it through the suit.A little tense, Roy thought.

"He said they didn't mind."

Roy finally understood why Sophie asked him to accompany him on the red carpet.How much does walking the red carpet mean to a bride?Anyone with a bit of a brain knows that even if they are just friends, they are like relatives to the bride, and the trouble of finding the bride's relatives is tantamount to embarrassing the couple.

"Then what's the problem?" Roy raised his eyebrows, and moved his right hand from his shoulder to his heart, unconsciously stroking the line hidden under the shirt, with a consistent tone. "Accept my invitation?"

"Okay. Of course." He tried to stay calm. Roy was always a master flirt. "I do."

The silence between the music and the music gave other guests time to put down their glasses and dance. Roy held Fernand's hand, which had the same temperature as his own, but it was scorching all the time.

He could put on a perfect show, and the man's or women's steps never got in the way.But Roy didn't want to, at least not now.

They embraced each other, separated by several layers of clothing, and their bodies melted into each other's warmth.

"'When I'm down, the world feels indifferent.'"

The voice of the wedding singer interpreting old love songs is slightly vicissitudes.Roy gently pressed Fernand's back, a little above his waist.

"'I'll be warmed by thinking of you and how you look tonight.'"

Fernand leaned close to Roy's cheek, his warm breath blew his hair, and the perfume that blended into his smell was so moving.Slowly swing your body with the rhythm, rubbing your ears and temples together.

It seems that there is only him and the person in his arms in this world.It felt so good.

"I spread my dream under your feet..." He rested his head on Roy's shoulder and whispered.For a few seconds Roy couldn't hear what Fernand said.The wedding singer's voice replaced the words: "'I have nothing but love you...'"

Roy raised his fingertips and rubbed Fernand's soft black hair and the back of his neck.He raised his head and looked into Roy's jewel-like emerald green eyes.

Under Roy's wholehearted gaze, Fernand thought that time would flow quietly like this. In this afternoon, in countless times, they just snuggled together, coexisting without words.

Gentle fingers stroked his lips, and Roy pressed them.

As always he made him feel——

Soft, submissive, palpitating.

...maybe not as obedient, but still beautiful.

very nice.

Then they'll go on.

(END)