In the chill winter air the sight ot the Green Thorne Bed and Breakfast on the snow-dusted grass seemed straight out of a photograph. The gentle early-evening breeze was giving way to stiffer gusts as the sluggish clouds darkened. The air was heavy with the promise of snow and storm, but fortunately all the scheduled guests had arrived and were settling in. Noah was thrilled because of the new faces and the familiar ones who he'd been looking forward to seeing. Not just that but his best friends had arrived the night before, Marcus and Abaijah. Noah lit another candle and settled it into its hurricane glass. The host looked good in his red mohair sweater that only served to highlight his tanned skin and strong shoulders and dark hair and beard. At least his introductions had been made, Noah just hoped his guests would make their own to each other. Winter, at least to him, was a time of romance and closeness and potential snuggles. He thought of the slender little box he had hidden in his dresser drawer and he blushed as he straightened a wreath and plugged in the Christmas lights. Noah couldn't control the grin that spread over his features as he stared at the wreath. A certain guest by the name of Abaijah, who also happened to be Noah's best friend snuck up beside the man and looked at him grinning like an idiot at the wreath. “Noah... Flirting with the dead plants probably isn't the best idea, sug.” Abaijah was happy to be there, the B&B was a second or third home and it was home to Noah, who was definitely one of the more important people in his life. The man was substantially shorter than the statuesque Noah Thorne. Abaijah had long golden red hair that hung all the way down to his buttocks when loose as it was now, he had a little bit of facial hair going from No-Shave November. Just a touch. Abaijah rather liked it and was convinced it made him look dashing, or as dashing as a man who topped out just over five foot six could look he figured. Abaijah looked around the busy house and smiled to himself, he knew that this was everything that Noah could want. The adorable cook certainly didn't hurt... Abaijah was definitely impressed with Noah for snagging that cutie. Noah went to check on his cook, Joshua. After he'd giving Abaijah a friendly punch and a look that could melt nails of course. The house was full and warm and the scent of spices wafted around the halls, the hum of human companionship made the house feel just full enough. The fireplace crackled merrily in the living room. Down the snowy road was the soft purr of a motorbike that cut through the wind spluttered silence. The world, for at least a few moments was nothing but peace as it settled down for it's hibernation.