#Because of Ratio and Rine having Gold stuff and Lilac well...Having Lilacs

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Social creatures

“We are all born social creatures are we not?” The wandering witch pondered as she waltzed through the halls of a Greek-styled mansion with dazzling white marble sculptures of a naturally handsome Doctor decorating the walls. All handcrafted by the owner himself, who never saw the witch as an equal, no matter how hard she tried for him, however, that didn’t matter as she shook her head. Today was Kakava, the day of their dear Gambler’s birth. And the witch wanted nothing more than to make this day as amazing and special for her beloved as possible, in which she needed the help of the Doctor to make that possible.

“Good morning, Veritas” The witch chimed as she hastily opened the curtains of the Doctor’s room, making him let out a tired and angry grumble, shielding his eyes from the sudden brightness. “Wicked witch…What are you doing up at such an hour?” the Doctor murmurs while rubbing his eyes slightly before trying to keep up with the witch’s fast pace. “Not going to hit me with chalk? Throw me outside like a stray?” The witch askes with a teasing smile as she begins to brush his hair. In return the Doctor rolls his eyes at her, not having enough energy to deal with her antics just yet, “I’m far too used to you and That Gambler waltzing into my home without invitation.” The doctor replies.

A hum of acknowledgment comes from the witch, “Speaking of which, it’s his birthday today…” The witch’s voice softens, a tender and gentle tone, much to the doctor’s surprise. “And nobody knows him quite like you-” the witch quickly gets cut off by the Doctor, “Nonsense. For one, even though both of you chose to deny and stray away from it, both of you are heavily smitten with each other, and two. You are the one that cried and sobbed so much that it filled the tub where his body laid dormant in Penacony, yes? So much where I had to call the hotel staff to get buckets to dump your tears somewhere else, or else the room would have flooded with all of us inside.” The doctor explains while trying to calm the young Witch’s nerves.

The witch nods, remembering the months that passed by which felt like eons as she and the Doctor waited for Gamblr to wake from his dreams in Penacony. She sighs and gives a deafted smile at the Doctor, “I would still like your help.” The Doctor scoffs before shifting out of his large bed and adjusting his sleeping robe. “Gladly.” The witch smiles happily before dashing out of his room so he can get ready for the day, “I’ll see you at my place then, Doctor!” The witch chirps before closing the door to his room. 

The small, familiar-filled cottage stayed the same besides the dinner table. A large feast and cake made by the Doctor and Witch. The witch very precisely decorated the cake, even impressing the doctor, almost having a hard time keeping his hands off of it. The frosting was homemade, a recipe from her mother who was most likely long gone on her home planet. It was just the right amount of sweet and soft, melting in your mouth. The cake itself was moist, delicate, and flavorful, taking one too many tries to perfect. And the decorations were all made by the help of the Doctor. It sparkled with edible candy pearls, cookie-shaped gambling chips, candles, and peacock colors. Both messily and beautifully packaged and wrapped gifts sat on the chair facing the cake, very obvious whose gifts were whose.

Once stepping in as instructed by the witch via phone which made his heart pound. Did something happen? Is she okay? Was she hurt?...Did he do something wrong? Was she angry with him? All of these thoughts followed him right as he opened the door to her cottage, the sweet smell lingering him in…However all of those thoughts vanished as he entered.

Two of his most beloved champions, standing side by side, which they rarely ever did, greeting him with a “Happy birthday!” Both holding the cake out towards him with a faint yet genuine smile from the doctor and a bright smile from the witch, even though she hated her own smile so much, no matter how much he tried to get her to believe otherwise. It was almost as if the world stopped and his heart sank… memories of his sister singing to him for his birthday, only offering him small things of food and delicately made toys and clothes for him, because that’s all they had. Until…The very last birthday he would ever see and hear her 

Again…

After the passing of his sister and his enslavement, he never celebrated his birthday, ever again, no matter how hard the IPC tried to force him. He wouldn’t give in to that. Not when his own birth is a constant reminder of his age, his planet’s fall, his sister’s death, his “blessing”...He hated it with all of his might and more.

He couldn’t help but step back a bit from being overwhelmed and surprised, his expression was horrified as tears streamed from his eyes. Halted the celebration as The witch, and doctor quickly placed down the cake and carefully sat the gambler down on a chair to relax, trying to calm him down with hushed words.

Once his senses calmed he tearfully looked over at the doctor’s expression, desperately trying to hide his concern just like the witch as she scratched and picked at her skin, nervous traits both of them knew too well. With an amused sigh, the Gambler holds onto the doctor and witch’s hand before bringing them into a hug. “You two are ridiculous.” the Gambler chokes out with a smile.

The witch tries hiding back her tears  while the doctor smiles gently, “I suppose we are.” The doctor hums while squeezing the Gambler’s hand gently while the witch nods, tightly hugging the Gambler, making a light dust of pink form across his cheeks.

While eating the cake and watching a movie, the three sit together. “So, who’s idea was it?” Aventurine chimes up while looking over at Ratio then Delilah, to which, Ratio tlits his head over to Delilah who is cutting her piece of cake into more layers, from frosting, decorations, and cake itself before chiming up as well. “Mh? Oh- Oh! Yeah, it was my idea.” She admits with a nervous smile. “But I couldn’t have done it without Ratio’s help.” Delilah hums before taking a bite out of her cake.

With that, Aventurine shifted over to kiss Delilah on the cheek with a hum, moving to give her neck a quick kiss as well, before hugging Ratio and kissing his cheek. “Well, my beloved Doctor and Witch…You two are the greatest gifts I could ask for.”

Happy VERY late birthday Kakavasha :3 (I did write this on his birthday but was too scared to ever post it but fuck it we ball now)