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"I should have never agreed to marry you."
Alador sighed, expecting this from his husband.
"And why's that?"
Darius huffed, adjusting the purple goggles around his neck.
"I knew that one day, if I married you, I was going to have to make these stupid goggles go with an outfit."
He gave up on trying to make them into a necklace and shoved them up into his hair, where his abomination goo stuck them in place.
Alador, from the other side of the room, turned to look at Darius, scowling as well.
"And what makes you think making this cape go with anything is something I enjoy doing?"
In the Boiling Isles, when someone wants to propose to someone else, they usually give them a personal item. Something they always wear.
As Darius had learned from Hunter about human customs, they usually proposed with rings and wore them for the rest of their lives.
Witches, however, didn't always wear their engagement items.
But when celebrating something, let's say, for instance, your step-daughter's engagement to her long-time girlfriend, you're expected to show up in your own engagement attire.
Darius sighed, taking pity on his husband as he watched him struggle to figure out how the cape was supposed to lay. Walking over, he fixed the cape around Alador's shoulders and fastened it into place.
"There, you hack," Darius said.
Alador cleared his throat and looked at Darius standing behind him from the mirror.
"I, for one, think you look good in my goggles."
Darius smiled, letting his hands rest on Alador's shoulders.
"Thank you, Alador. You don't look too bad yourself."
Alador turned, cursing Darius's heeled boots for the difference in height, and kissed his husband. It was quick, but just as magical as all the other kisses they had shared.
Darius was the first to pull away, glancing at his watch as he did so.
"We have to go now."
For a second, the witches just stared at each other.
The 'I love yous' went unsaid. They both knew what they felt for each other. They had never had to say it. A crow came squawking at their bedroom window, breaking them both out of the trance they had fallen into.
"Well, that's probably Amity. We should get going," Darius said.
He turned to leave, and Alador, after staring after him for a few moments, joined him.