September 1st/ 1933.
So many things have happened over the past year. Both Henry and Benicio found peace, found happiness together, even as polar opposites. Opposites attract as they say, yet they compliment each other on certain ways.
Henry forgave Abel for what he did (he knew it was done to protect Benicio), becoming close buds after both finding interest in writing.
Henry began to work for Anie, helping her business grow by new recipes and latest ttends. Though he still likes to sing, but mostly for his sweetheart. Benicio helped Henry to learn dancing, while Henry helped him sing.
His life was perfect to him, especially when he found the people that appreciated him. He couldn't have asked for more...This past year was amazing.
He was turning 25. He felt quite old already, even though he wasn't even close. Some say he was in his prime.
Henry's smile widened as he looked at the calendar, the date of his birthday marked in red marker with hearts, drawn by you know who. His halo flickered out of joy as he ran into the closet for an outfit.
The sheep angel began to pick a colourful outfit, with a pink dress shirt and white slacks, with a few accessories like his usual pearl necklace, earrings and a red bow. He also placed a bow behind his head, it being laced and white with sprinkles of pastel colours.
He brushed and combed his hair nicely into shape, while also brushing his wool out of his face. He didn't wanna look like a wool ball like on Benicio's birthday. He still gets embarrassed seeing it everytime. Especially when Benicio laughs like a jerk. He sometimes laughs at the wrong time, but to be honest, so does Henry himself.
Henry looked in the mirror, looking at his outfit from different angles.
He was so grateful for his life now. He could actually afford decent oufits. But what was more important was he could spend it with people who care.
Soon enough he went into the kitchen, expecting his husband to be home, only to find bacon and eggs and a small letter.
"I'll be home later, xoxo!" It read, with Benicio's handwriting.
The sheep angel sighed in disappointment with a small pout, eating hsi eggs with a frown.
Did he not prepare something special like Benicio promised...? Or did he forget? No, he couldn't, he's his husband. He shouldn't... Right?
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18:53...
(Cont.)
Henry came home after work, with tired eyes, only to find the mansion pitch black. He used his halo to guide his way to the hangers, hanging his bag and cardigan.
As he turned his head to face the hallway, he was immediately met with two hands gripping his hips in a soft, yet firm grip, placing their lips on his own.
Henry gently gasped, before quickly cupping their cheeks, trying to feel who it was. As he felt the two small horns on the top of their head, he already knew who it was... Benicio...
The sheep angel closed his eyes, gently kissing eachother for another 5 seconds. Benicio's hands gently gripped Henry's hip, caressing it with his gloved hand, before the lights turned on...
The two separated, only to confirm his assumption. It was Benicio, who was giving him a suggestive look, his smirk as sly as ever.
"Happy birthday, Doll...~"
He cooed with love, before quickly switching up to his more golly attitude. He didn't wanna over heat the room... (Nudge, nudge)
"SURPRISE!!"
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Adventure°•☆Henry was an ordinary toon living in toon town after getting disowned by his creator. Having to support himself he started to sing at a local bar and working as an artist! But, one saturday night his world flipped upside down!•°☆ |~Chapter 1 will...
