Our Forty Days ; Gray

➳ (Y/N)

The house was dark, solemn, and impeccably clean. At least, from where you were standing, that's what you could judge.

You breathed in the familiar scent, and walked inside, your hands caressing every marble pillar; small decorations.

The cold floor pushed against your feet, relieving you from the horribly humid weather outside. You had just stumbled inside, when a figure popped from the kitchen, a cool glass of charming beverage in their hands.

"(Y/N)!" Your boyfriend, Deo, grinned and immediately offered you the cup. "You're alive!" He watched you happily drink the liquid, before giving it back to him with a hug.

"I'm alive!" You cheered, almost knocking his glasses off. Deo chuckled slightly, "you're too eager. I kept your house safe, nothing was stolen."

"Thank you!" You sang.

Your boyfriend of nine months, Deo, was just a regular citizen. Unable to use magic, he was rooted to the ground and kept your head out of the clouds.

"You're welcome." He laughed, "are you tired? I can leave now, if you want."

"Can you stay and make me food?" You asked, tugging his sleeve. "I'm kinda hungry, actually." As if on cue, your stomach growled loudly.

Deo's brown eyes; mahogany. He looked you over, and sighed. "Of course...what would you like, (Y/N)?"

"Everything you make is delicious...so anything is fine."

Deo's brown hair; hung in streaks and framed around his face like rivers. He often would like to draw his hand through it, bringing it back.

Deo's frame; his limbs lithe and skinny, he was anything but strong. He had once tried to lift weights, but ended up hurting himself.

Deo's hands; rough, dry, each little scar told its own story. You grabbed his hands, feeling unsettled, but Deo gently pried your hands away.

"I need to make food, alright?"

"Y-yeah." You backed away from his blinking eyes, and seated yourself at the kitchen table, waiting for the precious and heavenly aroma to drift your way.

"Seriously, what would I do without you?" You sighed, content, "I don't even know how you put up with me, since I'm gone half of the time."

A finger touched the surface of the old wood structure, tracing the lines. You sniffed the air, hesitantly, as the smell of delicious food had already begun to spread.

Content, you relaxed against the supportive back of your chair, tugging your hand through the nape of your neck, tiredly.

You could see Deo's back from where you sat. He shifted on his long legs, tapping the spatula rhythmically against his hand. Deo's milky chocolate; dark chocolate would be too dark to describe it, he pushed it back as it kept getting into his eyes.

His lean figure watched the pan, impatiently, and his slender fingers grasped the cooking utensil as he brought it closer to the pan, waiting for the perfect second.

The mahogany-eyed man was the epitome of tranquility. And suddenly, Deo turned around, his expression turned wry. "What  is it?"

You shook your head, denying the fact you had been admiring him. "Just missed you, that's all." His lips turned into a soft smile, and he beckoned you closer. "Come here."

Approaching him, he gently wrapped you into a hug. Suddenly, all you could see was Deo. Deo was everything, Deo surrounded you, Deo enveloped you.

The comforting scent of him made you cling tighter, yet, he seemed to let go all too fast and it was over.

He checked the pan with a smile. "What are you planning to do after?"

You held a finger against your cheek, thinking. "Not sure. Do you have plans or something?"

With a vacant expression, Deo thought about it. "I was going to head home after this, or go out for some groceries."

"Can I come?"

"You sure? I want you to stay in, I doubt you've gotten a good sleep in a long time." Deo reached for a plate.

"Who needs sleep?"

Deo turned to you with an exasperated look, some strands of hair fell down to his eyes, and he shook his head to get rid of them. "You're always the one complaining about not getting enough sleep."

Sheepishly, you tilted your head, "did I say that? Strange, I don't really remember."

"You..." Deo looked slightly petulant, as he scooped out the food onto the clean, pristine plate. He set it down carefully at the table, before pulling a chair and settling into it, himself.

"Try some," he offered you a utensil, his smile bright and healthy. Cinnamon eyes peeked from behind his dark glasses that hid himself under the mess of brown hair.

His lips; chapped and seemingly dry. You placed a small peck on those lips and pulled back to find Deo's roguish and sanguine gaze set upon you; a mixture of mysterious emotions.

"I'm charmed," he said, sarcastically in a soft tone, as you picked up your silverware, giving him a cheeky look. "Whatever, Deo. Whatever."

"Wow, someone's got sass." Deo took off his glasses and set them on top of his head, "better eat it before it becomes cold."

"Whatever, Deo."

"Cold, cold."