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astrxlfinale · 11 months ago

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Fingers twirl spirals of hair needlessly, nervously. Nervous? Why would March 7th, the galaxy's cutest girl, be nervous? Upon a time, she had many, many suitors toss themselves her way, bouquet in hand, chocolates in the other, and they all wore a similar confidence (one that she never held back a scoff at). Now, when placed at the opposite side, she found herself stammering over rehearsed words (rehearsed? Who was she?!), palms warm to the touch as they cradled a heart-shaped box, brimming with homemade goodies. Caelus wasn't picky. If anything, his inability to be picky made finding the perfect sweet more difficult, more taxing, especially given March's… somewhat unimpressive cooking skills. What? Himeko had taught her a thing or two! … Dan Heng, however, proposed her beyond teaching, and with a huff, March had spared a day in favor of whipping up the best Valentine's Day treats this world, that world, had to offer! … What sat within her carefully picked, painted, polished and decorated box was every "surviving" member; ones deemed okay enough to eat, fully cooked, and didn't wind up as… visually unappealing as most of the batch. Blissfully, Caelus wasn't picky. Not blissfully, he was known for teasing. With one knock, louder than the thrum of her heartbeat, March held forward the treasure trove of sugary goods with eyes squeezed shut. "Here you go. Try not to eat them all in one gulp!"

It wouldn't be too long before there's an answer. The abrupt, sharp wrap startling him from the spread of mechanical work littered across his desk. "Ah, hold up a hot sec! Lemme just.. Not bust my own face tripping!" He gritted out as a few knickknacks were brushed to the side. The vibrant rock music was dwindled down a bit, enough for voices to take the front stage as within moments, that click of the door signified his arrival as it peeks open, his heart giving a joyful beat at the flowing pink that caught his eyes first thing.

March 7th was here, a welcomed face, one that managed to blossom her brand of magic that's made their history woven ever closer. What that didn't answer was the arrival of what's tucked within her hands. The box itself was enriched with her figure sake color, settled in a glossy ribbon and tethered together in a way that made the clues gradually click in his mind.

For the most part, even as she sputtered forth the bravery within her words, the utterly cute nature of seeing her now managed to kick a fresh burst of power in his head. "What's this, a certain special day lottery I've lucked out on?" So Caelus says, intentionally intending to heighten the weight upon this very moment. If life had taught him anything, with all its new whimsical highs and lows, March was a romantic down at the center of her diamond pure heart. To think that such an upstart of a demon would be the one receiving such a blessing. There's an intentional fashion that his hands glide over the box, skimming along her fingertips in a way that meshes slowly and comforting, a personalized and private warmth that only she'd find familiarity in. "So that's why you were wagging your finger and sayin' not hanging out today. To think you were out here on a little warpath no less."

Thus he wouldn't hesitate to take and gradually unearth the box. That once errant eagerness that usually compels him to tear through any fine packing relents, a sense of care drawn in how the treats are inevitably unearthed to the eyes of the waking world once again. Capturing the sight of misshapen harms, nearly curled up cookie men, to what looks like a few 'screaming' figures of Clockie's face, it's clear there's no small amount of effort were applied to these.

Wonder, confusion, and this innate sense of adventure flourished as a cocktail of fireworks within his chest. If this was March's gift..!

Then it's only natural that the mind, body and soul unite as one in order to let the truth be unveiled!

Thus Clockie and one of those cookie men were swept up, immediately taken between his lips in a brazen bite down! The crunch was entirely audible, leading to him curiously chewing on the most asinine combination of sweet, burnt.. a touch sour (Yet it amplified the sweet) brand? Caelus's eyes had widened, only for that inquisitive stare to begin.

Was there roughness to these? Absolutely. It's clear that the path to baked confections had their ways to travel with March, but! For her oddball of an adventuring boyfriend, this in itself was a form of Trailblaze.

"Yo, I gotta say that these are pretty crunchy! Sweet n' fried, like a super cookie.. but, there's something."

While the idle wonders would continue, his own true opinion seemingly hard to discern despite his reaction. March would find any rebuttal or surprised quote immediately silenced with a private scene at the doorway. The way he'd proceed to close the distance between them, allowing a dose of cotton candy sweet to bless his lips as the warmth between melded pressure was shared. A low, soft hum edging from him as he'd allow it to prolong, to let the delight and butterflies dance before he parts.

Only for an impish smile to spawn once they part.

"Don't even think about takin' these away from a re-do either. A pirate plays for keep with his hoard!"

And in kind? He'll devour this hard work of her's.

@ofhope

#ofhope #| Shuttle Mail #| Valentines!#Is he utterly hopeless in how he acts #Yes #Cause her guess was fondly on the mark #Her 'smoky cookie chocolates' are going to be #A unique gem to remember :|c

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little-mephistopheles · 11 months ago

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first day in the time loop i suspect nothing

#eldric's valentines

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corantus · 11 months ago