12. A swift kiss to the other’s cheek

Soft words were not exactly Andrico’s forte, not anymore. Could he rally some troops? Certainly. Could he counsel his clients on the herbs they were taking? No problem. Could he haggle with the fishmonger down the road who was constantly trying to overcharge him? Like it was a sport. But sweet nothings? Romantic words whispered against a lover’s ear? With that he is a bit out of practice. But damn does Vissenta make him want to try.

He watched her as she sat at the foot of his bed. Her nimble fingers worked through her thick brown locks. Soft morning light bathed her bare back in its gentle glow. I love you sat at the tip of his tongue.

“Must you leave so early?” Andrico said instead.

“I have to open the shop mon cher,” Vissenta replied as she finished her braid. “Those cards won’t read themselves.”

“You never know! Stranger things happen every day.”

He was being petulant. Clingy if he were being honest. But–

I love you I love you I love you.

“Oh don’t pout like that, I will be back before you know it.”

“Not soon enough.”

Vissenta only chuckled and finished dressing. Once she was done she pressed a quick kiss onto his cheek.

“Have a good day mon cher, '' she said quietly as she pulled away.

I love you I love you I love you.

“I– You too, cherí.”

:3

Smooth by Santana feat. Rob Thomas

Hey this is the companion piece to @apprentice-vissenta fic they did the other day. Thanks for the inspo hon!

Though his career as a military man was brief, it imparted in him a need for routine. Thus Andrico’s Saturdays usually went the same way: he would wake up with the sun, get ready for his day, check on his garden. Then he would head out to Madame Ristogi’s stall to see what new soaps, lotions, or fragrances she had in stock. Afterwards he would stop at Selasi’s shop to put in his order before shopping for whatever he needed/wanted (that week he had his eyes on some silk ropes at Chi Chi’s specialty shop). He would finish out his morning by picking up his order from Selasi and then head home to laze his day away. All in all, uneventful.

That is, until he went back for his order.

"Vissenta, have you met Andrico?" Selasi asked.

"Can't say I have," the stranger answered. "That's a face I wouldn't forget."

Andrico met this stranger's - Vissenta Selasi said - raised eyebrow with his own. There was something defiant in those green eyes. They reminded him of young coconuts, hard to crack. 

He was intrigued.

“Then you haven’t been looking hard enough," he said glibly.

Vissenta's responding laugh was sharp but not unpleasant. Nor was the feeling of her eyes roving over him as he took his order from Selasi. Though if Andrico didn't know any better, he somehow got wrapped into buying her drinks.

 “I… what?”

Vissenta sipped her coffee, eyes twinkling over the lip. “Or you could come to my shop to have your cards read. Or both. You know. Make a day of it.”

"Hm. You have a shop?" 

Andrico watched as Vissenta's expression turned absolutely mischievous. He was not going to think about the butterflies that erupted as a result. 

Okay!

2. a song I associate with my muse’s past

6. a song that makes my muse want to dance

17. a song that makes my muse think of your muse

I thought I had answered this but LMAO: