#ashesmoth

No guillotine Will be able to take away the head I'm about to give this man,his design is celestial💋

IM SORRY IM LAUGHING QHQUQHWBHR

Sometimes when Major comes home, you'll hear him close the front door behind him but steps don't immediately follow. He hangs there in the foyer where you can't quite see him yet -- the longest he's lingered there (that you remember) was a full ten minutes, completely quiet. You let him adjust, refocus himself. It's part of his routine. You've never asked him about it.

Eventually heels click on the tile and he rounds the corner. His smile is always the first thing you notice, and the first thing he happily calls out is your name, or "puppy" if he's feeling particularly warm that day. He opens his arms for another of the warmest hugs you've ever had, and in moments you've crossed the room and buried yourself in them. They close around you with ease.

"How was your day?" he murmurs into your hair.

"A bit boring, if I'm honest."

He kisses your head chastely and chuckles -- you can feel it rumbling from his chest pressed close to you. "I'll need to take you somewhere soon, then."

"Mm? Like where?"

"Not sure. But," he says as he gently rubs your back, "we can think about that over dinner. Can you get dressed for me?"

"Are we going out?"

"Yes, pup."

You pull back to give him a quick peck on the lips. "Okay. Give me twenty?"

He smiles, that kind, far away smile you've gotten so used to. "Take all the time you need. I'll be here."

You leave the room and he settles into the couch to wait, but you can't help a peek back around the corner to see what he'll do while he waits. You lean around the corner where he can't quite see you and take a look.

Major is leaning forward, twisting the wedding band slowly on his finger. His gaze is fixed firmly somewhere out the tall window on the far wall. You aren't sure what he's staring at across the view of the city, if anything at all. Maybe he's not sure either.

Luv u my genderless pal