6 Things

Biscuits and Hot chocolate

Your name is Bravos Aticus and you're absolutely pale in everyway you can be with your moirail. You both had exchanged tokens only months ago and your blood pusher aches in deep pity when you think about it. You smile like some bloody idiot who just won the lottery and in a way you did by getting him as your moirail.

Your currently heading over to his hivestream right now for date he's been planning for weeks. He hadn't told you what it was apart from him asking:

"Do you trust me" his eyes, that bright miracle and neon ally sign purple you always find yourself lost in; was sparkling in a way only you know when he has something up his sleeve. They were half-lid causal and nonchalant but the twitch of his smile said otherwise. He was anxious with a tinge of fear by the way his fingers tensed as you paused before answering.

"Always" You said simply and turned back to the beaker of a chemical you were working on. You didn't even have to look to see the way his lips parted just slightly to release a breath he had been holding. Or the way his body stopped being tense.

"Meet me in ma hivestream in five hours" his accent slipped out meaning he was still anxious. You pretended not find it cute and endearing as you nodded casually. Why not let him think you actually don't know what he's planning. He looks adorable when he "surprises" you.

...

Actually you think he knows you  know. Damn Seer and his Seer bullshit that makes you feel secure cause nothing bad will happen when he's watching over. Argh Azy stop being a awsum moirail. Your making everyone look bad in their moirailegences. You're at his door right now about to knock when you feel his emotions shift. You shudder heavily as you feel the pale emotions go through you. He's using chucklevoodoo to prep you for something he knows you won't like but need. You blush with a small smirk.

That kinky sneak of a arse.
He's going to probably do something out of that smutty pale fan fiction journal he thinks you don't know he writes in.

You turn the knob gingerly as the emotions subside just slightly. You walk in and see a trail of colored foil wraped chocolate drops leading to his respiteblock in olive and bright purple. You smile and pick them up as you walk to his block eating a few choco- oh shut these things are good! Normally your not one for chocolate but your sure these are homemade. Some are a bit burnt or the mass majority are deformed shapes, but you think they're cute and you can tell he put a lot of work in them. You eat quite a few more when you make your way to the door. You smell cinnamon spiced apples. Well shit he broke out the candles for this one. Wait was there some sort of anniversary he forget was coming up or something he missed the past few months!? Shiiiiiiit you forgot your first,second,third, and fourth Anniversary already because you constantly had to leave for your work and left him alone. You still feel guilty and shamed for that even when Azy really didn't care cause he forgot too BUT it's still to be guilty about!!!

Okay no stop. Calm bravos. Songbird  your nervousness get to you. Don't let him know. You're a Aticus and a Aticus expects the unexpected. You are prepared even before you needed prepping. You are out side his door and hear music softly playfully. It's violin and cello. He definitely pulled out all the stops for this. Jeez you're not sure you can beat this. You take a breath and turn the knob walking in.

Your moirail is sitting in a marginally large put in the corner surrounded by scented candles (at a rather unsafe distance) he has a few hand fulls of chocolate treats in a bowl in his lap and a sly sweet smile on his lips.

"Hello precious~" he purrs bird like. He wearing just a simple tank top and shorts. No elaborate or fancy or even the usual stylish clothes you guys wear in the pile. Just simple comfty clothes. A pile isn't a place where you need to impress anyone. You close the door behind you and strip down taking off clothes till you are only in your boxers. Your eyes not leaving his. You've comfortable undressing or dressing in front of him after being together for about 4 sweeps now. You strided over to the edge of the pile before crawling over the pile. Once you made your way to Azroth you promptly lied your head on his lap.

"Hello my sweet moirail" you purred. You were on your back, the back of your head lying comfy on his lap. You looked into his eyes smirking (smiling like a gogdam bloody idiot). He smiled back and kissed you on the forehead.

"How ya doin' precious? Ah hope well." He chuckled "Ah felt ya jittering like a jitterbug. Were ya really that nervous." He didn't bother putting a question mark on the end cause he knew why you were "jittery"

"Tch that is a rubbish claim my sweet and you know it. I was as calm as the Troll Thames River." You said pushing a few strands of hair behind his hearing duct. He smirked "And like that river which is flithy as ever. You are a flithy lier but you're getting cleaner by the night." Aw damn he got you there. He held the hand you used to push his hair back to his lips where he kissed each finger gingerly. Your breath hitched and you blushed. Gogdammit this suave ass troll.

"Alright I see what you're doing lets make this into a game Azy. " You smirk sitting up lacing your hands with his.

"Hm nope no games this morning. I have plans for you my precious one" He says. He pulled his hands from yours leaving you confused. He motioned for you to turn around. You did very hesitantly. You don't like not knowing something, but you force yourself to calm down. You're in a pile. Pilies are safe and secure. Azroth kissed the back of your neck sweetly. You flinched and pulled away. You instantly regret it and feel like a overreacting jerk.

"Shoosh it's only bravos. It's only me behind you okay?"

"....." You nod and leaned back in his  arms. He hugs you