#// elli who never cries: omg im cry because love

[mythcaels-a]

Wyatt is--tired. Mentally, physically, in just about every single way he felt drained. More than he cared to admit, honestly. He had just finished the reports he needed to submit for the bar, his eyes struggling with focusing any longer, and had pushed himself away from the desk. It wasn't even that late, but he hadn't slept the night before which he thinks had irritated Ellinon a bit. Some days--the nightmares, the things that haunt him, are a bit to much for him to even bother trying to sleep.

Ellinon was in the bedroom, looking to have just finished a shower and getting dressed. Wyatt was quiet as he opened the door and stepped inside, sparing a glance at the clock to see it was about seven in the evening. He usually gets home around five, and they have dinner. On very rare days, Wyatt even cooks for him. He thinks Ellinon likes those days best.

He makes his way up behind the other and gently wrapped his arms around Ellinon's waist, tugging the other back against him until he holding him in his arms. He leaned his head forward and tucked his face into the crown of Ellinon's hair. He smelled good, whatever odd shampoo he used that was definitely magical in nature was a very good scent on him.

He lets out a soft breath and closed his eyes, feeling himself relax against him. His headache was working away a little bit.

"I love you."

unprompted | always accepting.

He finds himself standing in front of the large mirror that he had placed into their bedroom, brushing his long locks of hair and wondering if he should maybe even braid it ( of course this thought process was merely a distraction to try and kick and worries or irritation he had towards Wyatt for not sleeping out of his brain ). He knew Wyatt had been awake for simply too long at this point and he sighs and grips the hairbrush tighter, so much for distracting his mind from worries and irritation.

There's arms around his waist so suddenly that he is blinking in surprise for having missed the other's presence in the room entirely. He really was in his own head for a moment there worrying about the very person holding him, huh ?

Any frustration he has towards Wyatt from the day before and even now just drifts away with how the other holds him close, watching his every action in the mirror. His expression grows so soft and his heart does that fluttery thing again, so full of love for this man that holds him like this when he has these little moments where he wants to. His magic is singing praises and his heart feels like it could simply burst where it sits in his chest.

The moment is so tender and wonderful and then the other utters those three little words that are anything but little to him. To be loved by someone, by Wyatt, is the best thing in the world in his mind really. To hear those three words spill from the others lips is everything to him, hearing those words mean the absolute world to him. Fingers clench the hairbrush so tight in his hand as he feels himself growing quite emotional over the moment ( so much so that he does feel bad for Wyatt as an empath in the moment ).

He feels it, the tears in his eyes and Ellinon does not remember the last time he had ever cried about something but he's just happy, so genuinely happy for once in his life and loved, loved for the first time in his life too and he's overwhelmed by it all. It was hardly the first time the other had been honest about his feelings but it was just everything that this moment was that hit him and opened some kind of dam of emotions within him.

He blinks and tears tumble so freely down pale cheeks but smile settles so softly onto lips as he leans back into the hold that the other has on him. He knows that Wyatt can feel that he is swimming with so much love for him, he's probably radiating it in waves but he has to say it back and it tumbles from lips so softly.

❝ I love you too . . . so very much. ❞