#{ alison is too sweet for him aheem aheem }

[dis--parity]

💌 to write a valentine's day letter to my muse

💐 to give my muse flowers

alison to theo bc she wants him to celebrate her fave holiday with her 🥺🥺🥺 he has to be included!!!!!!

That's Amore! // Accepting! || @elganac

『🍬』 Today of all days, he would never have expected Alison to turn up at his door; not that he thought she was shallow enough not to indulge in these kinds of displays, of course, but the larger part of him simply wasn't expecting it in any capacity this week.

Too long had he been used to using this holiday as an excuse to give out hollow gestures of affection and thanks - and hollow they usually were, which is why he didn't normally place too much stock in Valentine's day. As far as he was concerned, the holiday of love was past it's prime for him.

Maybe that's why even her showing up caught him off-kilter. What truly made his heart jump, though, were the offered gifts; a bouquet of flowers, and a letter to go along with it. He guessed maybe it made sense... even if she was good with her words most of the time, maybe she wanted to be sure he'd remember this day, and what she had to share with him.

"Oh, shit, lemme find somewhere for these, hold on." Now, he was no botanist, but he swore he could identify at least some of the blooms. Red roses were obvious, but... were those bellflowers standing against it? She always did have a better understanding of how to use colour than he did, even if he didn't admit it.

The flowers find their home in a small vase for now, as he paces around reading the letter. Despite her apparent nervousness, which he noted, he couldn't help but feel his face scrunch up and his breath hitch in his throat with every word he wrote. She really was a poet, but... the fact that she took this much time and effort out in the first place, for him?

"Ali..." he breathes, folding the letter back up like it were made of porcelain and could shatter in an instant. "Babygirl, I.. I got nothin'. Like-... holy shit? This is, like, legit the sweetest fucking thing you could've done for me, what the fuck? I dunno whether to propose or to just give you head!" He laughs, at last - at least he could manage a joke.

But, he does approach - compromising with himself by pressing a kiss to her cheek, his hands lingering on her sides as he allows his fingers to dance slowly, gently along her hips. "Well... shit, are you... doin' anything today? 'Cause, if not, we can totally go out together. Least I can do is pay you back, so... pick out a restaurant, whatever you want, whatever fancy French restaurant ain't fully booked today, we're goin' there, and dinner's on me, okay?"