đâŁď¸ for zoscar? ;)
The noise I made when I saw this prompt
allergies đ
soft kisses âŁď¸
Set around epilogue 2
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Wilde leaned forward, digging with the small trowel in the garden. In the years following the loss of magic, Wilde had come to terms with it quite easily given his issues before hand. What he could not handle was weeds; especially not ones in Zolf's flower garden.
"Come here...you bugger..." Wilde dug the sharper end of the tool into the root, finally dislodging it. "Aha!" He held the stubborn weed up to show Zolf.
"Only took your five bloody minutes." He said smirking from his chair.
"This had to have..." Wilde ran his arm over his forehead, pushing the sunhat up a bit, "Residual magic left over. This root system isn't of this plane."
Zolf heavily rolled his eyes. "Relax a moment."
Wilde wasn't going to disagree. As he leaned back, arching his back, his breath hitched. Wilde's hand shot to his face, pinching his nose. He stifled two itchy sneezes before rubbing his nose against the back of his hand.
"Pollen gettin to ya?" Zolf asked as Wilde sat down next to him.
"A bit." Wilde sighed dramatically. "I don't recall ever having allergies before we moved here."
Zolf scoffed, "You just hid them well."
"I beg your pardon, Mr Smith." Wilde's pressed his hand against his chest looking absolutely aghast at the notion.
"You also got a bit a dirt right there." Zolf lazily pointed at Wilde's face.
"Where?" Wilde rubbed in the general area Zolf had pointed. When he turned back, his life partner was directly in his face.
"There." Zolf said kissing Wilde's nose.
