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Valentine’s Day was around the corner and Stelle was more determined than ever to spoil the lady of her life for a change.
She was too used to Kafka coming up with the most extravagant ideas to celebrate Valentine’s Day with her, from inviting her to the fanciest restaurant in the cosmos (don’t even ask how she got the funds for it, I, the writer, do not know either, leave me alone), she had to give it back to her.
She asked March for advice because it seemed like she would be the best person to help with this. Although March was judging her for her love life, she was always there to help a friend.
Many ideas came up: homemade chocolates, flowers, handmade wine, many handwritten and perfumed poems, a handmade candle, handmade bracelets, customized CD, a photo album, even a handmade lipstick… All the ideas were good to make Kafka feel like her best self that day.
The Astral Express slowly turned into a lab with all of those ideas, Pom-Pom initially was against it but accepted them doing it as a one-time thing for Valentine’s Day.
March was, of course, helping Stelle with the photo album, the customized CD and the handmade bracelets, Stelle however convinced March to let her do everything else on her own.
Stelle ended up with a pile of handmade gifts for Kafka that she preciously stored for her.
A few days later…
Today was the day, she came with all of her different presents in the bag, ready to present them to her loved one. Stelle could see Kafka’s figure from the distance and walked up to her. Kafka wasn’t surprised as she turned around.
“We meet again, Stelle, I see that you have something in store for me, I wonder what it is~” (Spoilers: she already fucking knew, Elio foresaw it months before but she didn’t want to reveal it to her poor girlfriend that took an entire day to come up with all of those gifts)
Stelle smiled and excitedly placed the bag between them: “Yessir! All for you, always for you”, she muttered that last part more softly.
Kafka wavered a smile and welcomed Stelle’s presents with open arms as she opened the carefully ordered bag. “I’ll treat myself then~”, Kafka gently kissed her soulmate before exploring the insides of the bag.
There were homemade spider-shaped chocolates that came in different colors that were placed next to wine red flowers that had the best scent in the entire cosmos. ‘Spider-shaped? How lovely.’, Kafka took the time to smell the flowers as she remained in awe about her girlfriend’s commitment to making such a thought-out gift. Kafka ate one of the chocolates, her smile widening as those were her favorite flavors, it felt great to be spoiled like this once in a lifetime. She gave another kiss to her golden-eyed partner.
The candles Stelle made for Kafka embodied the forbidden fruit she was for that falling star, those candles came with an oriental note, the fragrances used were candied cherry, cinnamon, vanilla wood, smoked wood, tonka, sandalwood and powdery musk. Stelle was already imagining herself kissing this beauty as she was making those candles, it truly represented her soulmate’s essence. Kafka knew to use those candles during her bath with her girlfriend, it would most definitely be the best time to use them.
Stelle handmade those bracelets representing how they were each other’s destiny as Kafka told her in the Xianzhou Luofu, the photo album compiled all the photos Stelle and Kafka were able to take together, including that special selfie Kafka took for her dear one. Kafka chuckled upon seeing this selfie, she vividly remembered why she even took it too. She found it quite endearing that she held on to this rather ordinary selfie.
The customized CD came with one song called “Our Destiny” that Stelle wrote for her, yearning for her permanent presence within her orbit. Kafka couldn’t listen to it yet of course but she insisted for both of them to listen to it together.
The handwritten poems expressed every hidden feeling Stelle never had the opportunity to tell Kafka during the time they spent together. Finally, Stelle handmade this lipstick for Kafka, made sure it would match with her everyday outfit, putting similar fragrances to the ones she put in the candle as it matches her femme fatale facade that she longs to kiss and stay close to forever. After all, Kafka remains her safe haven. Kafka saved reading those poems for later as she tried the lipstick on before kissing Stelle on the neck, making sure her girlfriend at least had a trace of her, Kafka’s scent remaining engraved in Stelle’s soul.
They spent the rest of the day together, reminiscing about their adventures, the times they were separated from each other, they didn’t get to always see each other.
One day was a very short time and both partners found it out by the start of the 15th of February.
“Thanks, Stelle, for today~ You changed me for the 999th time and I’m looking forward to our 1000th time.”