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It was nearing midnight, musician Mint Choco already adorned in his night robes ready for bed. He had a wine glass and a bottle displayed on his nightstand. Just in case he wouldn’t be able to sleep in 20 minutes. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be put to use since a hangover the next day wouldn’t be a positive experience, given that he has plans for tomorrow. Off to sleep, says his conscience as he followed, tucking himself into bed and staring off to nothing, daydreaming if you will. Nothing special much, just a bit of mental scheduling of what he could do after he’s free for the day that is tomorrow. Maybe he’d meet up with the regulars again like always, or maybe just spend the rest of the day doing whatever in his own home. Compose a new song? Maybe. Maybe when there’s inspiration or a short spark of melody shot in his brain.
Oh, enough of that, go to sleep.
He then closes his eyes, hoping he’d fall asleep quickly and not end up using this time overthinking again. The gentle breeze heard from outside, and some soft rustling of leaves; haha maybe a family of squirrels just moved in? There was also the sound of a footfall, but that could just be the clock ticking. It was a silent night, after all. For a time, he heard the brilliant melody play from outside, the musician simply dismissed it as his ideas, it was like this for a while until he heard the humming of what sounded like a familiar voice.
The virtuoso then opens his eyes slowly to the sight of a figure displayed on his balcony similar to a bird perched on a treetop. So much for Sleeping Beauty. Needless to say, Mint was surprised by the mystery cookie’s visit and he opens his balcony door and approaches; well if it isn’t the fellow musician, or in this case, date, he’d been seeing for some time. He wasn’t nervous nor scared, only flabbergasted, to say the least, after all, he did say he’d leave to travel… again.
“I never knew bards were this dramatic with entrances?” Mint teased, crossing his arms and on the rails. “No, it’s just me,” Clover replies, shifting his position to face the musician, somehow still perfectly balanced on the balcony. “You know, if it wasn’t for the lack of crown, I would’ve mistaken you for a prince.” the bard chaffs with a soft chuckle included. “Tch, and if it wasn’t for your big hat, I would’ve sworn you were a burglar,” the virtuoso scoffs, rolling his eyes. Though Clover didn’t say so, he looked slightly offended by Mint’s remark; he meant it in a good way but maybe the only words heard were “lack of crown”.
A question popped in the violinist’s head, snapping, “Wait, how did you even get my address?” he moved closer to his visitor, safely enough to keep him still balanced. The other cookie then twirls his finger in the air, pouting and propping his heel to lock beneath the railing while also leaning back for dramatic display; “I have my ways, but you can report me for trespassing if you want. I’d be more than willing to turn myself in. You know my name.” Clover replies, turning his attention to the other while a mumbled “of course” uttered from Mint as he looked away without a word. A small pause in the conversation occurs, but not for long. “So you’ve never had any case of break-ins before? That’s quite interesting, lucky you if I may say,” he stated shortly before being countered by an eye roll.
“I thought you were leaving?” The musician asks, looking back at his visitor to which he replied with a shrug. “Hmm,” the poet hums, then gently raising the other’s chin upwards for them to see eye-to-eye, a warm-hearted smile across his face, “Surprise, surprise. I’m still here nevertheless.” Mint smiled back, a light hand wrapped on Clover’s wrist while he slightly leaned in for comfort. Both cookies were now gazing at each other in adoration. So much for the short banter a while ago. The bard lowered himself from the balcony, the virtuoso lending his hand ere his descent. After then pulling him into a hug to which Clover happily obliges.
They hold each other for a while until Mint pulls away, leaning himself to level the shorter cookie, “So how have you been? Any reason for the sudden visit?” He inquires, taking his hands off and hastening indoors and preparing two wine glasses and a bottle for them both, Clover shaking his hand as a signal, “No. no need for that. Your question is the same reason I came. I just wanted to see how you were.” “Clo, you didn’t answer the question,” Mint replies, placing the glasses and bottle down while sitting on his bed himself. This left his surprise guest standing shyly with a wide-eyed expression like he was taken aback by this simple query, “Oh. Oh, well I'm doing great, thanks for asking… you?” the host them leaned back on the bed, hands-on for support, “Same as you, couldn’t be better now that you’re here. That’s not lip service.” he answers with a genuine smile.
Clover made his way towards Mint, placing his arms around him and looking down, sighing and kissing his forehead after brushing his bangs off his face. His partner looks up, then taking the part of hair swooped over his eye and tucks it behind his ear, smiling. The bard’s eyes glisten in the dark, and even if one stays covered, the violinist couldn’t help but admire the view in front of him, as they did for each other. Who could’ve thought that two rivaling musicians find would comfort in each other after their petty competitions on whose music style is better, eventually falling and leading to this moment?
“You’re beautiful, Clo,” Mint praised, tilting his head in ardor.
“Witches, you’re such a sycophant, Mint,” and Clover scoffed. “How about you spare me the tribute, and tell me to kiss you instead of thinking praise would give me the initiative,” he added.
A chuckle came from the other when he realized, “Well, it seems you got the message, then.” This followed an unfortunate pinch to the cheeks as Clover squinted, or more like glared at Mint from his response, but also had a light blush across the cookie’s face. He did fall into the “trap”, didn’t he? “So are you going to kiss me or not?” He continues with struggling speech but is still consistent with the teasing front. The pinch lighten and the touch became more gentle, his fellow musician putting his face closer, with their lips hovering almost an inch apart from each other. Here comes the reward after all those statements.
"I love you," Mint coos affectionately, "So much."
Clover smiles softly, "I love you too, hummingbird." Closing in for the kiss. The violinist, eager.
He swerves, leaving only a kiss on the cheek.
“What?” Mint slurs, pouting as he is so absolutely crest-fallen from his high expectations met with a lack of flare. “Oh, don’t be all pouty on me, love. You’re not the only one who knows how to tease.” Clover derides, almost lethargically, pulling away from his hold and placing his hands on his hips, “You’re garbling, sweetheart, you need to go to sleep. You’re having a show tomorrow, yes?” inquired the bard. “So no goodnight kiss?” Sir Maestro sulks, slouching from his position and resting his chin on his hand.
“Gosh, you’re acting so childlike, do you want me that bad?” Clover asks, bending over to level the pouting musician.
“Yes,” Mint answered shortly, sitting almost straight with only a slight slouch.
“Then wait.” delivered calmly as the bard takes his hat off and places it on his partner’s head, adding to his sentence, “You have a party to perform at the Hollyberry Kingdom next week if I remember correctly?” Mint nods to answer. Clover propped his chin to look up at him, who rubbed his cheek gently; flustered face yet a somehow melancholic expression. Shortly after, turning away to display himself upon the balcony again as they met that night. A blow kiss goodbye and a small comment to remember;
“It’s set. We’ll meet in the garden, that is if you aren’t already bored of me by then. Oh, good luck; you’ll need it.”
And off he goes. His hat is left on the bed for a keepsake as Mint lies down to stare at the ceiling. "Miss you. Always," he mumbles under his breath.