He nodded, unbuttoning the top of his shirt. "Sounds good." *** She looked confused, watching him. "Why?"
She ruffled his hair gently before closing the door behind her. *** “Why are you making your own cake? That’s just... that’s depressing.”
He nodded, getting undressed and getting in. "..Ready?" *** She shrugged slightly. "I don't really celebrate."
She opened the door slightly, peeking in with furrowed brows. "You're still beautiful," she said quietly, sitting on the edge of the tub and rubbing his head. * * * "When's your birthday?"
He gave her a small smile, his gaze never leaving hers. "I missed you." *** She tilted her head slightly. "December 1st."
She gave him that smile that was just his, shy and sweet. Her brows were furrowed with worry, but she leaned down and kissed his forehead before going over to the sink and grabbing an enamel pitcher, filling it with warm water. "I missed you too," she replied, bringing it back to him and setting it on the side table. "Lie back, okay?" * * * He took her face in his hands, squinting. "You mean to tell me that it's your birthday in a week and you didn't tell me?"
He nodded, doing as she asked and lying back *** She was watching him curiously. "I didnt think it was important."
She sat on the edge of the bathtub again and poured warm water over his hair, tipping his head back so it wouldn't run across his face. Her fingers rubbed small circles against his head, sweet, loving contact that he hadn't had in three months. * * * "We gotta throw you a party."
He closed his eyes, leaning lovingly into her touch as he said nothing. *** She frowned. "Noo. Not a party."
She poured shampoo in her palm before rubbing it into his hair, getting all the grime and dirt out from his incarceration. "Three months, huh? I was asleep for three months..." * * * "A cake then. That you didn't make yourself."
Warm water trickled down his neck as she washed the soap out, her brows furrowed. "Hm... Your hair is clean now, Egg, but take some time to relax for a bit... I'm going to go change." * * * "You can, but I want it to be a surprise. So you can't help."
He looked up at her. "Okay.. I'll be out in a bit." *** "Hm.. Fine then. But you don't have to do gifts or anything. You already gave me the knife."
She planted a kiss on the top of his head. "Okay. Take all the time you need," she told him quietly, leaving and closing the door behind her. * * * He gave her a dead stare before nodding slowly. "Sure."
After about ten minutes, he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, looking tired. *** A smile crossed her face. "Sometimes. Do you?"
She had pulled back his side of the bed, a pair of his pajamas folded onto the pillow. She was over by the window, fussing with a mug of tea, wearing her own pajamas. A fire roared in the fireplace, warming the room to his bones. * * * "Always," he said cheekily, pulling her to the center of the tavern.
He looked over at her with a small smile, retrieving his pajamas and quickly moving to put them on, folding the towel in the bathroom and returning to her, relishing the comfort. "I love you." *** She grinned as she followed him, her hand in his.
She looked over at him in surprise before coming over to him with the mug of tea, offering it to him. "I love you too." * * * The music started up again and he pulled her towards him, beginning the dance.
