i wanna line the pieces up

He was covered in dirt, cuts, and bruises.

"I had to fight some deadly beasts to retrieve it, but I found it!"

"Yes it was harsh before, but things are different now!"

"My thighs? Well. I could try. Stand back. It may stain your clothes."

He positioned the melon between his thighs and squeezed with all his might until the poor thing exploded!

"I have the tea you seem to have the greatest preference for as well, as you might notice in the cup to your left. Consider this tailored to your particular tastes, or at least I am hoping this dish is one you're acquainted with, if it's as popular in Hoshido as word suggests." Dwyer had even clearly done his research, too, which had been perhaps the most tiring piece of accomplishing this task, though it had allowed him to get in a couple of nice naps in the middle of reading books about cuisine.

"Tea sounds lovely, but it also sounds as thought it could wait." Mitama laughs and reaches across the table to link the fingers of one hand with his. "Though I might enjoy you handling all the tasks for me on an average day, I think that today I would far prefer that you simply spend time with me and enjoy the fruits of your own labor, rather than rushing about to see that I am satisfied. I promise you that I am."

A candle lit dinner was hardly romantic if her dinner date kept getting up to serve her something.

With just one hand, he picked up an entire melon. His hands were so large and his grip strength was so high that it wasn't very difficult.

Dwyer took a step back, finally satisfied with what he had prepared now that it was fully cooked, and set it to the side so that it wouldn't overcook as the hot surface would take some time to cool down. It had been a long time since he had prepared anything for someone other than himself that was not tea or coffee or some other hot beverage. He'd certainly not cooked for another person, at least, in a great deal of time, and this particular dish being more Hoshidan in origin, well...he'd had his concerns, but as far as he could tell, it had turned out well enough. Just as he prepared a plate for his dearest Mitama (and lit a couple of small candles that served as a little extra lighting and to add to the atmosphere), that beautiful face appeared before him.

"Oh, it looks lovely!" She knew Dwyer was a skilled cook, of that she never doubted, but she had no idea he had any skill at Hoshido's cuisine. Hearing that Kaze was the one to teach him was a surprise...but also not. She cannot imagine what other options he might have had to ask, truthfully. She takes a moment to kiss his cheek in passing before taking her seat and waiting for him to adjust the chair as necessary.

"It is hard not to think of anything created by your hands as automatically wonderful, but I will do my best to give a truthful review." She waited for him to sit and join her before eating. It was only polite, and it gave her a moment to admire the candles and careful set up he had done.

designed  for  muses  with  a  bit  of  unresolved  tension between  them ,   but  can  be  used  for  any  circumstances you  see  fit !!  

♡   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :    add   ‘  + 🔁  ’   to  reverse  the  roles .

📖  :    my  muse  discovers  your  muse  reading  a  diary  entry  that  my  muse  wrote  about  yours .

💅  :    your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails .

🚿  :    my  muse  accidentally  moans  while  your  muse  washes  their  hair .

👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night .

🧼  :    your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🙏  :    our  muses’  hands  brush  as  they  walk  side  by  side .

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

🚬  :    my  muse  steals  a  cigarette   (   or lollipop   )   from  your  muse   &   puts  it  in  their  mouth .

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together .

🧦  :    your  muse  walks  in  on  my  muse  changing  clothes .

🎀  :   your  muse  brushes  my  muse’s  hair .

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

👗  :    my  muse  sees  yours  all  dressed  up .

🪑  :    my  muse  is   ‘  forced  ’   to  sit  on  your  muse’s  lap   (   due  to  a  lack  of  chairs ,   faulty seatbelt ,  etc .   )

"It is a bit early..."

"But I was thinking for your birthday, we might go away. I researched ruins in Nohr, and I found a site that I think you may find interesting. Centuries ago, a king was killed by a neighboring tribe. The leader of the tribe proposed to the king's widow. In response, she came to the leader's city and used a fire tome to unleash an inferno. Its ruins still stand today."