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Vil stood in the garden, humming to himself. He had decided that he’d spend today, when he had no work and Idia was busy, outside, tending to the plants and flowers that he grows. He’s always grown his own produce since he married Idia, and at this point the routine was normal.
Idia had been out doing a presentation for his technological discoveries, something that Vil had never really understood past the basics, but he did his best to follow when Idia talked to him about it. Gardening, however, was something that he knew plenty about. He had been doing it for years, originally for the sake of creating potions and poisons, now he does it for more relaxed reasons, both food and decoration.
He always took the utmost care of his plants, making sure they were fertilized and had nutrients. Tending to it took a lot of work, but he was happy to put what he needed to into it. It was a thing he could do when he needed a break from the chaos of the industry, something quiet to help ground him down into reality. His standing in the industry didn’t matter to the flowers; they liked him and he liked them, it’s as simple as that.
He sat by the flowerbeds weeding, wearing clothing that would seem atypical for him. They weren’t high class or expensive-looking, they were simplistic and dirty, they were clothes that he had no issue with getting dirty and working in. He looked nothing like how he normally did, he didn’t care how he looked when like this. It was a rare sight, and Idia, who had just gotten back from his presentation, was entranced by it.
It wasn’t the first time Idia had seen Vil like that, but every time he did, he felt like he fell in love with him more than he already did. He was so used to Vil’s class and couture, seeing Vil so simple was welcoming, a reminder that Vil wasn’t some deity and that he was just like everyone else.
Idia watched from a distance, not wanting to disturb Vil’s work. He was more relaxed when out in the garden, the only worry he has being the weeds that spring up in the beds. Idia liked when Vil was like this; he wasn’t stressed over his image or his career. ‘If only he could always be like this, then maybe he wouldn’t have…’ Idia stopped his thought, he didn’t need to think about that right now.
Idia went over to a shaded bench, watching Vil work. After a few minutes, Vil’s head perked up from the bed, looking over at Idia.
“How long have you been here?” He walked over to Idia, sitting next to him.
“I’ve… been here for a bit. I got home earlier and didn’t want to interrupt you.” He looked towards the garden. “You looked busy, and I didn’t want to accidentally kill anything.”
Vil laughed, smiling. “You didn’t have to do that, you wouldn’t have been interrupting me at all. Anyways, how did it go?”
“You mean the meeting? Uh, it went well I think. They seemed to like it, though people were skeptical of me, though what do they know, they don’t know half the stuff I do and I seriously doubt that they’d be able to achieve anything that I have within the next few years.” Idia ranted on for a few minutes. Vil didn’t want to interrupt him and followed along, listening intently and waiting for him to stop talking before he spoke again.
“Fufu, you’re right, Idia. They couldn’t possibly understand the type of stuff you do. Oh yes, I’ll be right back, I need to get something quickly. Also, close your eyes” Vil stood up, making sure Idia listened before walking back to the garden. He bent down by one of the flower beds, using some sheers to cut off a heliotrope for Idia. He then uprooted the uncut stem, putting it aside for later. Walking back, he sat back down next to Idia, placing a flower into his jacket’s breast pocket.
“There, you can open your eyes again” He kissed Idia’s cheek, smiling as Idia looked for what was different. He put a hand to his chest, where he had felt Vil put something, and took the flower out, looking at it, and then at Vil, and then back at it. To Vil’s surprise, he moved Vil’s hair out from by his ear, placing the heliotrope there and making sure it stays.
“There, it fits you more than it does me.” Idia pulled Vil closer to him, hugging him gently. “You know, I like when you’re like this, not focused on how you are perceived, it’s nice”
“Is it? Well, maybe one day I’ll be able to be like this every day.”