belphie can hardly believe he hadn't noticed how deep and lovely the color your eyes were until this very moment.
but then again, in loving you so completely, he was constantly learning about you.
you're nestled snugly in his bed, head resting on the softest pillow he could find and had purchased exclusively for you to use, the rest of your body nearly lost in his cloudy, downy comforter and the countless other fluffy pillows that resided with it to ensure he had the warmest, most soothing place in all of the house to rest and take his beloved naps.
along with you, of course.
he'd never admit that any time he thought to add a new accessory to his little sanctuary, he thought of your comfort first, wondered and hoped that it would entice you, too.
judging by how much time you spend in his bed or in his attic nook with him, he figures it's working.
you blink slowly at him, and he doesn't think slumber has ever looked so charming, the way it clings to your droopy eyelids, to your warm, subtle little smile upon catching him staring at you, admiring you openly.
"hi," you whisper, soft and cautious, as if it isn't late in the afternoon, as if the rest of the world wasn't already wide awake, evidenced in the ruckus his brothers were making somewhere in the house.
the noise is distant, fading out the longer belphie looks at you, studies your smile, savors the warmth of your hand snaking beneath the comforter to find his own and tangle your fingers together. you let him admire you for a moment, long enough for him to pick out all the little flecks of color in your eyes, to marvel at your beauty, as if you'd dropped out of heaven only a moment before and not just woken up from the depths of a nap that had mussed up your hair to the point of no return.
"hi," he says finally, mirroring your secretive little grin, closing the mere distance between you to press his lips to your forehead. he lets you tug him even closer, lets you wrap your arms around his shoulders so he can rest his head on your chest.
if he's completely honest, this is his favorite resting place, his ear right against the steady thrum of your heart, wrapped up in your warmth so wholly, his entire body molds to you. perfectly, like you were made for him.
you soothe your fingers through his hair, scratch gently at his scalp in that way he loves, that makes him want to purr with contentment.
you're too sweet to him, he thinks, refuses to believe he could ever deserve you, especially after everything he's put you through.
despite it all, you show him nothing but kindness, compassion, love.
belphie turns his head slightly, only to press kisses to your sternum, up the exposed skin by your collar. you giggle softly at the tickle of his hair, kiss the top of his head in return, and it's all he can do not to melt in your arms.
"i love you," he says between more kisses, more whispers of your laughter, and he can't help it, he's overcome with emotion, he repeats it into your skin until you're squirming away, begging him to stop tickling you with his breath on your delicate skin.
he loves you, and he can hardly believe he's still surprised by the growing depth of that sentiment every passing day that you're with him.
