{{❀}};; "Nothing could ever rival your stitch-work, Foleo." She smiles and places a hand on his shoulder. "I'm so proud of you. My son is so talented!"
“ Do you..truly like it ? ” Foleo couldn’t help but smile as his mother’s hand rested upon his shoulder to reassure him. She was..proud. Proud of him and the things he could do. He had never felt such happiness before. Who knew something as small as a compliment could make his day like this ?
“ I’m glad because..this is for you, Mother. ” He extended his arms to hold out the garment, allowing his mother to see the dress in its entirety. “ I..I made father matching attire as well. It has been a while since you two have gone out, so.. ” He fidgeted shyly before placing the dress within her hands, “ I want you to go have fun. No war, no crown, and no responsibilities. Even if it is only for a night. I’ll take care of things here, so please. Go sweep father off his feet. ”
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sunlight was rare in nohr, but leon could’ve sworn he felt the warmth of the sun’s rays flutter onto him that morning. or perhaps it was just rima’s presence ( that was much more likely ). he had gotten up earlier than her on purpose. today was her birthday, so he had to ensure everything was in order. he hadn’t planned anything super extravagant ( although one might say managing the workaholic leon to ask marx to allow him a day off work was extravagance in itself ). he did, however, plan his gift weeks in advance, and had spent much time working on it.
he was surprised to find her awake when he came back to their room, considering she was sound asleep when he left. gently, he climbed back into bed with her, a warm smile on his face. he knew the first thing she would notice was the fact he was in his nightclothes, not the fact there was a bag in his hands, so he held a hand up before she could ask.
“ it’s your birthday, so i asked marx to allow me a day to celebrate, to which he graciously obliged. we can spend today however you’d like. ” with that, he handed the bag to her, which contained a necklace. the necklace had many small charms hanging from it, with a rose quartz as the centerpiece.
hair, nose, cheek, over the heart, hip, wrist, knee, chin, thigh,
Hair: YearningNose: “You’re so cute.”Cheek: “I want to tell you I love you.”/Deep affection/DevotionOver the heart: “I love you.”Hip: InterestWrist: Fear of losing youKnee: “Don’t worry, I’m here for you.”Chin: Beauty/attractivenessThigh: Sympathy/empathy
leon was born in the dark. from the very beginning, he was set up on his course in life. nothing good would come from his hands. he would kill his sibling ( self-defense…it was self-defense, father … !! ), poison his other siblings with his toxic emotions ( it must be hard having such a cynical younger brother … i’m sorry ), take many other lives with little to no regret, along with slowly ruining everyone who dared to get close to him. nothing good would come from his scarred hands.
but rima, the angel, the love of his life, the beauty, the intellect, the heart, the everything of their relationship, graced her delicate fingers across his hair, brushing her thumb over his cheek, and even kissed the bridge of his nose … all with a genuine smile. poison coursed through her veins and she swallowed. she swallowed with joy.
reflexively, his own hand finds its way down to her free hand, and her thumb lingers over an old scar on his wrist ( she wasn’t even looking at his wrist, let alone his arm – she was looking him in the eyes ).
“ i don’t deserve you. ” he said, a mixture of feelings running through him ( she’s here and he’s so happy, but he’s so afraid, so worried – what if she doesn’t want to be with him, what if he is holding her back from happiness ) ; even though they’ve been more intimate before, every time she got so affectionate with him, he couldn’t stop getting so emotional.
she gave him a look, one that she always gave when he got like this, and he couldn’t help thinking her eyes were so deep, so enchantingly gorgeous. before he knew it, right before her touches began to drift lower and lower, she placed a kiss on his nightshirt – over his heart.
it was so easy for her to find what he’d been searching for his whole life.
two become one. because of her, he is finally complete.
{{❀}};; Hugs her precious, angel son. //I am the momther now you'RE STUCK WITH MY LOVE
❝ M-Mother, people are staring-❞
Forrest chuckled beneath his breath as he leaned into her embrace. Despite his protests he couldn’t help but smile. Forrest didn’t mind the sudden displays of affection, in fact, he really liked them. A mother’s love was the best form of love a child could receive after-all. If people stared, so be it. Although he’d never admit it out loud, he wanted the world to see his mother. Not just his father and himself. She was amazing. He wished everyone could see the beauty he could see, inside and out. His mother..was perfect.
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