Tales of a Southern Gentleman: Long Days

It had been a long day for Vernon. Babysitting a futuristic 25-year-old brat, protecting Avalon, and getting used to a cursed God’s attitude toward the world he’s now a part of. Back home the first thing that Vernon did was kick off his boots and get in a shower. A scalding hot shower pierces against his rough skin. The dirt of the day burns off as the water drags it down the drain. A fresh pair of boxers waited for him on the countertops alongside his lackluster skincare routine. Next on the list was food, or severe lack thereof. The cowboy hadn’t been shopping in a bit because of his recent adventures. But to his luck and surprise Avalon was in his kitchen… cooking?

“I didn’t know you could cook lil lady.” Vernon chuckles, towel rubbing out his damp hair. “Or that ya knew where I lived.” Avalon laughs softly as she continues cooking. 

“It is nothing special Vernon. A simple recipe of pasta that Silas showed me.” The smell was divine and homely, which was perfect for what he needed desperately. 

“Have ya cooked before Ava? At least, with a gas stove.” Though he seemed cautious of his actions his hands came to rest beside her on the counter for now. From his sheer size, he loomed over her, but there was no fear on her end. 

“I have not.” Showing off her hands there are a few burns now.

“Aw sweetheart, did you run ‘em under cold water?” His hands gently take hers, moving the pan off the burner to deal with her hands. Even in his moment of relaxation, he was taking care of her, but it didn’t feel like that this time. It felt like home. Like this was his partner and they were having a quiet moment together. Avalon simply watched the water run over her hands. 

“Thank you, Vernon.” 

“I should be thankin’ you darlin’, you’re the one here slavin’ away in ‘ere makin’ dinner.” Vernon soothes, turning the water off. “Why don’t ya go kick up your feet and I’ll finish for us?”

“But… you have been so stressed. I wanted to do something for you to thank you.” 

“Trust me, ya already have.” Vernon softly kisses the side of her head. “Now go sit down.” Avalon knew fighting was futile, but if he said he was all right then he was. Vernon could already feel his mind swinging upwards just with her being there, trying to cook him dinner.