#titanesque

a cheek kiss

He sits in her workroom silent, his brows furrowed, the weight of the world practically visible on his shoulders. It was in that way, they were all too similar: their work was always more than just their livelihoods…it was their entire lives altogether. He was constantly reminding her to breathe and relax, when in truth, he never seemed to abide by his own reminders, often overworking himself just as often as she did. 

His company, even in silence, was appreciated, his steady and constant presence a pleasant change from the manic insanity the rest of the Moulin Rouge offered.

“So, are you finally here for that suit I owe you?” she asks, a teasing smile playing at her lips, fully aware he would never ask for anything, especially of her.

At the shake of his head, she releases a heavy sigh paired with a slight chuckle, “You realize it’s a completely non-negotiable offer.”

She allows the silence to hang in the air once again returning her attention to the hem she had to refit before the night’s show. Unsurprisingly, the lack of words between them was far from awkward or uncomfortable, but rather welcome. There was always an unspoken understanding between the two of them, cultivated through years of watching out for one another all while taking care of each person who came their way. The Moulin Rouge was their home and the people within it, their family.

Continuing to stitch as she made her way beside him, she took a seat to his right, crossing her legs as she continued to hem, ensuring each stitch was perfectly placed and evenly sized. “Merci pour tout,” she finally says, as she presses a soft kiss to his cheek.