smoooooches his cheek!
âMaribelle?!â he tries to not squeak.
Itâs sudden and not expected at all. Maybe itâs the sudden realization that the longer theyâre in the battlefield, the more difficult is to find peaceful moments. He appreciates the conversation over a cup of tea, practicing new spells and partially writing down to his family. Were he honest, he had forgotten it was his birthday with all the ruckus of war.
Heâs not someone that likes to blush. It isnât entirely adequate to the image of the man he aspires to be but his cheeks pink from the sudden display of affection. And Maribelle â what can he say? Sheâs etiquette and order, preferring to be true to herself in her care for others than to brag it loudly and improperly. The thought makes him smile and for once, heâs glad theyâre of near height as he shyly takes her hands on his.
Whatever can happen tomorrow in the frontlines doesnât let him sleep sometimes but her support means a lot. Giving a soft peck on her cheek, he looks at her. She makes him happy, something not so simple these days. âThank you.â









