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Juliette's POV:
Juliette could hear rippled noises coming from the wardrobe, it helped to locate her husband rather quickly inside the huge walk-in he owned. Warner is standing before his collection of accessories: ties, belts, gloves, and cuff links in various colours and fabrics all lined up in an orderly fashion, presumably looking for something to go with his attire for tonight.
"I have something for you," she voices out, knowing he would be out of his torment soon.
He perks up at that, as she pulls out some expensively packaged box. Handing it over to him, Warner takes ample care removing the gift wrapper, it feels like the packaging is the actual gift as he carefully sheds layers of plastic and cushioning foam and then he finally sees it. A blue-green fouldard tie.
"This looks like your eyes," Warner whispers, as he pulls the fabric up close next to her face, seeing the similarity between the colour of her eyes and fabric.
"Do you like it?" she questions, dreading for approval.
"Yes," he murmured and before she could comprehend it, his lips had captured hers, his eyes closed, furrowed in the way when he failed to express himself. He enveloped his arms around her torso, laying them on the small of her back, as he gazed lovingly, trying to convey his gratitude in ways the words couldn't.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," Juliette hums, kissing the corner of his upwards-turning lips. A short pause poses on them as he takes the patterns and colours of the fabric in before he admits out loud, "No one has ever bought clothes for me."
"There is always a first," she says, smiling at him.
"Do you want to tie it for me?" He asks and Juliette jumps at the opportunity trying to not look too eager to showcase her skills, as she places the tie around his neck, crossing the wide end under the skinny end to make a neck loop, folding and pulling the wide end through multiple fashions and finally pulling down the short end to tighten the knot as it slide towards his neck to.
Juliette had tied a Balthus knot. Admiring her work, she questioned, "It does look fitting, don't you think so?"
Warner is too mesmerized by her presence to refuse anything she says. He nods in appreciation and continues to stare at her work.
"I'm gonna wear it every day," he confesses enthusiastically.
"And keep aside your nice collection, I don't think so." Juliette rebukes, knowing how he can give up on his glorious collection for the single tie that captures his favourite colour perfectly. Also, she gifted it to him.
"I'm gonna wear it when I want you close and when I miss you and on my happiest days and my birthdays and your birthdays," he muses, staring at his reflection.
Juliette chuckles at his antics knowing how much Warner is affected by the small gesture. He hugged her, head lying in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of tangerine and honey soap she had been using.
"This now?" He asked.
Juliette looks him in the eye and softly whispers ' Just felt like it' .
It was difficult for them to overcome their haunting past but Juliette wanted Warner to know that he deserved to be showered with gifts and presents like any ordinary adult. Just because he hadn't experienced much of it in the past doesn't mean he should not have joyful memories looking into the future. Juliette specifically looked under that criteria herself.
Warner peered into her soul as he looked for an elaboration on her remark, ultimately making her spill and resulting in him grinning in victory.
"Well, I had been on a patrol with Kenji, whilst he decided to walk through the Upper Town rummaging through shops for James b'day gift. I had to follow him through all those shops cuz it's Kenji - don't want him to buy gifts for everybody. I found it, tucked in one of the corners and it reminded me of you. So bought it. Kenji teased me enough about it but this smile made up for it." She explained, going to capture his lips again.
"It's strange that someone knows my favourite colour and cares enough to buy me clothes of the same."
"I always knew your favourite colour," she says with a soft touch, caressing his cheek.
" Your eyes were my favourite colour. Growing up I never realised why I liked the blue-green colour so much with my memories blocked."
He looked at her, not specifically her face, more like staring into oblivion thinking about something. Absorbing the colours and specks of gold it held, like staring at a painting and being hypnotised by it.
He leaned forward kissing her forehead, just between her eyes and Juliette sighed at the touch.
"I love you."