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@askshegogo​ sent:  Shego looked down at Anne, who was sat on her green and silver couch and had her hands over her eyes. She smiled as she set the presents down on the tea table in front of the brunette. Moving to the other side of the couch she leaned closer to Anne, her hairs standing on end being so close to the remarkable woman. "Open." Shego whispered against the other's ear and cheek then she sat back to let the brunette take in the mini cakes and little present boxes on the table in front of her. One the size of her palm, the other the size of her arm. "Happy Birthday, Anne." Shego's dark lips spread into a teeth filled grin at her work.

         What finer sight to open one’s eyes to? Anne’s attention flies from her companion’s countenance to the rich treats laid out on the table, excitement lighting a sparkle in her eye. Why --- she certainly hadn’t expected to be met with such celebration, despite the significance of the date! A laugh breaks free from her chest at so lavish a display of kindness. “ Oh - they look exquisite! ” she exclaims, gesturing brightly towards the arrangement of pastries and boxes waiting to be relished. “ How lucky I am, to have so loving a friend! ” Her hand finds the younger woman’s knee and encloses it in a grateful squeeze, a smile of unbridled pleasure lighting up her features. Curiosity overtakes her, then, and she seizes the larger of the two boxes, weighing it quizzically in her palm to assess its contents. “ May I? ” Here’s to the hope that her enthusiasm shall be forgiven: swept away by her delight, Anne tears into the gift well before she can receive an answer, fingers nimble in their quick deconstruction of the silken ribbon, the wrapping paper, and the elegant casing underneath. Then ---

         “ Ah! ” A gust of awe-struck breath. “ How splendid --- you do know me all too well! ” The sumptuous fabric is soon lifted from its bedding, the threads as light and liquid as water in Anne’s grasp. Silver embroideries adorn the midnight-dark cravat, gleaming with the faintest emerald hue as Anne strokes her thumb along the fine material.

          “ Mm. Your colours. I shall think of you all day, surely, whenever I wear them. ” She looks up, catching Shego’s gaze in her own, and holds out the cravat in silent invitation. Her grin contains a challenge. “ Will you help me put it on? ”

Belle swallowed a whimper. She already didn’t know what to think—and what the greyhood had just said was something she’d already thought too many times in the past day, or however long it had been. It was impossible to tell, with the curtains drawn constantly, and apparently brick walls behind them rather than actual windows. “Stop it. Stop adding to my confusion, greyhood. Just stop.”

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