#JOO LOVE OF MY LIFEEEEE THIS WAS SO SOFT I LOVED IT

[wistrea]

he was balancing a small and delicately frosted cake in his hands, digits awkwardly splayed to avoid squashing it. perched atop his head, precariously tied to one of his furred ears, was a strip of lace, soft and white. it itched like fucking hell, and he felt more than a little ridiculous, but the thought of her reaction had him grinning like a fool. her birthday. he was not the type to perform great deeds for celebration… but for her, for her everything made absolute sense, even if he had no idea of what he was doing. he stopped in front of her door, taking a steadying breath, surprisingly nervous. not because it was a difficult task ( he knew she would appreciate it regardless ), but because he wanted to get it right.

he reached for the doorknob, balancing the cake carefully in one hand, and pushed the door open without knocking. ❝ happy birthday, angel. ❞ he rumbled, stepping inside with a grin that was equal parts of cocky and sheepish, noting how she was still in the comfort of their bed, savouring the first sunbeams. he held the cake out slightly, the pink frosting catching the light, and tilted his head just enough to make the lace wobble on his ear. ❝ hope ya ready for somethin' sweet. ❞ his grin widened, ears slightly wiggling, giving emphasis to the lace. ❝ ain't as sweet as you, i mean… ya get me. ❞ he was always prone to offer something unique, something special… a necklace, a ring, flowers. but years together made him realise that there was nothing more precious than to offer what was truly is.

he leaned in slightly once he approached her, pressing a kiss to her forehead without ever ruining the cake. ❝ see this? ❞ he gestured to himself with one hand, his smirk widening. ❝ this is the real gift this year. that's me… ain't it the best one? ❞ a chuckle escaped, resonating loudly, coming from his chest. ❝ which means… whatever you want, angel. i'm yours for the day. ❞ and for a moment, his expression softened, nose gently nuzzling nose. ❝ not that you didn't know that already… you have my heart in your palms. ❞

this home of theirs is the place she finds it the most difficult to force herself to stir from her slumber. there was something that persuaded her to sleep, be it the comfort of these walls that she and settrigh had lived in for long enough and loved for it to be truly called a home, and falling asleep in her lover's embrace knowing that he will still be there the morrow next. whether it was a chair or the smallest trinket she had placed on their shelves, she found a reason to love coming home. in the chaos that was their lives, and the separation that had parted them so many years ago, they seem to cling to each other to make sure that one does not stray from the path they paved for each other to walk. kira harbored a stubborn refusal to lose settrigh again ... she wouldn't allow it to happen, she couldn't bare the thought of them losing one another again.

perhaps that is why confusion furrows her brow when she stirs late into the morning, her hand reaching out to follow the remnants of warmth sett had left on his side of the bed, only to be met with nothing but wrinkled sheets at her side. she knew he would not leave before she woke if there was no reason for it. just as she had propped herself up onto her forearms, blinking away the drowsiness from behind her eyes. before she could even wonder where he had gone, the door opens and she finds herself smiling at the sight of him, sitting up atop the sheets of their bed.

❛    you look great, sett.   ❜  there's soft laughter that accompanies her claim, though her voice was still hoarse with sleep. it was endearing, how endearingly silly he appeared with the ribbon tied around his ear, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching out to gently toy with the lace once he was close enough, careful as to not remove it. ❛    as stunning as you are every day, this suits you a lot. you look like a present all ready for me to unwrap ~    ❜  how she smiles and leaned further into his touch the moment she felt his lips against her forehead, and she took the cake into her hands to relieve him of it.

the witch can't help herself, as she scooped some of the pink frosting with her fingers and tasted it for herself, humming as she grinned up at him. with careful hands, the cake is placed on the bedside table before she's sitting up onto her knees, moving closer to him while he stood at the edge of the mattress. her arms come to wrap around sett's shoulders, pulling him close to her in an embrace as she peppered kisses along the column of his neck to portray her gratitude.

❛    mm, the best gift. just when i thought i couldn't love you any more than i already do, you continue to surprise me, my love.    ❜  she said as she pulled away, a soft laugh escaping her when she feels his nose brush against hers, and she pressed a kiss to the tip of his. ❛    i think i'd like to keep you for the rest of my life.    ❜ 

there is a cheeky lift of the corner of her mouth, before she's pulling him back into bed with her, until her back hits the mattress and he hovered above her. ❛    for the whole day, hm? then you and i are staying in bed for another few hours.    ❜ 

@goldenfists kira birthday 2024!