Work Text:
He is the one who rises with the sun and spends quiet mornings sitting in the gardens feeding crumbs to the turtleducks in the pond. She sees the weight of the memories on his shoulders and offers comfort with a hand placed on the small of his back.
He repays her with watchful eyes from their room when she feels the incessant tug of her element under the full moon. She spins, twirls, and slices the air and he grabs her wrists when he thinks she’d done enough.
During both moments the garden glows under the light of their elements.