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Morning, his place.
"I'm sure a hug in the morning wouldn't hurt, would it?" She chuckled, the hoarse voice he made in the morning when he just woke up always makes her want to lie down on the floor and cry at how beautiful he sounded, how beautiful he is. "You smell so nice, you know that?"
Arms wrapped all over their bodies as if the warmth of the sun that slipped through the window wasn't enough for the both of them on this Sunday morning. "I could stay like this forever," and that was a whisper he said on top of her head. He inhaled the faint strawberry and vanilla scent that could be smelled on every strand of her hair, making him crave more and more.
Burnt toast, sunday.
But a smell of something burning— a toast, broke that peaceful and lovely cuddle. "Oh shit shit shit!" He quickly tried to save their toast from burning even more, but that was no use. Black, with slightly brown on the crusts, was the only color both of them could see on it. He was mourning over it when he heard a laugh coming from his back. She laughed so hard that she lay on the floor and tearing up. "I thought you say you could stay like that forever but you just got our toast burnt, Sebastian."
The sad expression left, replaced with a cheeky and happy grin on his face. "I guess burnt toast would be our breakfast today then, Ele." She got up while still laughing a bit more, she shook her head. It wasn't a big deal for her to enjoy a pair of burnt toasts with him. It was rather a funny and unique way to enjoy their Sunday.
They moved to get themselves some fruit jams and perhaps cream cheese to make the toast less bitter, but that doesn't matter, they can always laugh it out instead. "Right, I just remember I've always wanted to ask you something," got one of her eyebrows closer to her hairline. "What is it?"
"Remember my shirt? The one I wore when we first met." She nodded. It felt like it was just yesterday they first met— the soft breeze against her hair, the smell of flowers slowly blooming and saying hi to the world, a guy in his neat clothes, and a bright smile she would never be able to forget her whole life. "Do you keep that at your place?"
You keep his shirt
She almost choked on her toast when he asked. "I think I do... Oh my, I'm sorry Sebastian, I didn't realize I'd been keeping your shirt for so long. I'd give it back to you fr-" A warm and sweet kiss landed on her lips, "You don't need to do that, darling. It doesn't matter, I just want to make sure you have it, and... you have a part of me in your house." If his goal was to paint a shade of soft pink across her cheeks then he had succeeded to do so. "You talk as if I don't borrow your jacket, your sweater— even a bunch of your shirt, so often." This time, he chuckled while resting his forehead against the side of her head. He hummed for a bit before whispering, really soft that she somehow thought she was a delicate little fairy and he wouldn't dare to hurt her by speaking so loud.
He keeps his word.
"I promised you I'd always be there for you, didn't I? My things are keeping you company whenever I can't be with you. Well, although I would rather be with you myself, sometimes we can't control things, can we."
It was truly fascinating (but not surprising) for her to see the indecent boy grow up into a gentleman, and to make it even better, her man. She could still clearly recall the day he brought her to meet his family; his lovely twin sister and his stern uncle. "Are you sure you want to be with him? You deserve so much better, kid." She and Anne laughed so hard while Sebastian protested at his words'.
"You do know I love you so bad, you needn't make me fall for you more than I already did, Sallow." He chuckled faintly and left another kiss on her temple. "That's what my life is for; to make you fall more and more for me. Thus I can fall for you even more, Eleanor."
She thought she opened the window a little too much that morning because she felt her cheeks get even hotter now. She threw herself at him, she didn't know if she did that too hard or if he was just laughing so hard, she could hear him groan a little.
"Eleanor,"
She nuzzled his chest, craving the scent of clary sage, vetiver, and sandalwood; the scents that could easily soothe her and throw away all of her worries and pain. A little mumble of "mhm" reached his ears, "do you want to live with me?"
That question caught her off guard. She was now, staring at him with wide eyes as if she was trying to make sure he was sure about it. "Are you for real? I mean— really?? Us? Living together? That wouldn't bother you?"
"Why would it?"
She thought for a second, "because I'm annoying...?"
And she got a loud laugh from him. Eleanor stared at him while he shed a tear. Was it funny? she thought. "We're already been together for 5 years, Ele. You've been staying at my place countless times, have I ever said that it's annoying to have you around?" She shook her head, rather than annoying she thought he finds it much better whenever she was around. He could sleep better and be more energetic with her at his house.
And for once, you let go
He loved her so much, he loves her so much. The love he had been giving her in the past years slowly convinced her to love and accept herself the way she is. It was not easy— it would never be easy for anyone to let go of their fears. How could she forget everything she had done in the past? Hurting her loved ones? Watching them get tortured with the pain she caused? But she slowly learned how to let them go. She was growing up, and so was he. They were in each other's life. Sharing love, warmth, and what life has taught them for their broken heart and soul, to mend them. Life could be bitter and painful. And humans could make mistakes, she is human. She learned, she accepted, she moved on, and she forgave. He was there for her the whole time and helped her.
"It's time to let go."
Of your fears and your ghosts.
Her eyes that were gazing at their picture hanging on the wall moved back to him. She took it as a chance to admire his little freckles; they were all bewitching. "I suppose I can take that as a no...." she mumbled, still quite not too sure about it.
"It is indeed a no. You're not and will never be annoying to me, darling."
A wide smile appeared. She could never reject his offer, could she? "Then... May I live with you, Sebastian?" His hand gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He rubbed the reddened tip of it, and his hand moved to cup her cheek gently while rubbing it with his thumb gently in a circle.
"I'd be honored to live under the same roof as you, my dearest Eleanor."