𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: a few days of the month were always designated by garroth for you both to have a full day of self-care and relaxation. in these moments you seem to always forget about the outside world, the comforting safety of your boyfriend the only thing that matters.
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: pure fluff, slice of life, established relationship, self-care, garroth being super lovey-dovey and sickeningly sweet
𝐂𝐖: none
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the corners of your lips wobble, a mixture of amusement mixed with adoration bubbling up from your heart to your face. you're unable to hide the burst of your emotions, quiet giggles filling the peaceful air between you and your boyfriend in the bathroom you both stood in.
blond lashes lift to reveal deep cerulean eyes, the pupils too dilated as he looks at you to show the yellow hue that resides in the very center of his irises. they sparkled with a fond mirth that seemed to be especially reserved for you, despite the abundant amount of love and adoration he seemed to share with everyone he cared for. one corner of his lips curled up in a poorly held-back grin, his nose wrinkling at you.
"are you laughing at me?" he accuses, playful offense in his voice as a deep chuckle escapes his throat.
you pull your hands back, successfully securing his golden curls back with the fuzzy blue and white polka-dot headband he'd chosen to wear for your skincare routine. you'd both already been going through the extensive and long routine of garroth ro'meave's making—one he without fail kept up with several times a month. it's no wonder he managed to have such clear soft skin and beautiful hair at all times, so when you started to date him you very gladly had him as encouragement to do the same. after all, you have to stay on the same level of handsomeness he did to date him (this was not concluded by his words, you're sure he'd insist you looked angelic if you wore a trash bag).
and while he was always handsome, he looked so undeniably cute right now. it says a lot considering the man was twice your size and over a head taller than you, his broad shoulders making you and your bathroom feel a lot smaller than reality.
it was so funny, too, because he always seemed to forget this very unavoidable detail about himself. he was like a large puppy who insisted on sitting on his owner's lap, despite being way too big to do so.
"i would never make fun of you." you say in defense, snickering when he narrows his eyes and pouts his lips out in disbelief.
he hums, securing your matching headband (he insisted you both matched) and turning to the sink to lather face wash onto his hands and gently beginning to work the cleanser onto your face
"oh, really?"
"nuh-uh. i'd never—!" you start, letting out a grunt of surprise from behind closed lips as he moves his soapy hand over your mouth.
he snickers in amusement, his large hands moving to your cheeks and fully squishing them between his fingers. "is that so? cause i could've sworn i heard giggling from you..."
