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Agott woke up cold — which was strange because winter had long passed. But she shrugged it off, choosing to lean up over the gorgeous green-haired woman next to her, bringing her hand down, essentially caging her in to view and gaze upon her half-asleep beauty.
Coco’s eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing the love of her life, she made a lovely smile. Agott caught her wife’s wonderful smile, causing her to lean down and press kisses all over her face.
“Happy birthday, my love.” She whispered roughly before continuing her barrage of kisses that elicited a giggle out of Coco.
The raven-haired witch felt her temples throb, strange, but she shrugged it off regardless, opting to focus on the beautiful woman beside her in bed.
Coco giggled, turning over to gaze upon Agott and her starry purple eyes. “Well, good morning to you, too.” She leaned up to meet the latter in a soft kiss.
Agott felt her throat grow sore; her vision started to dry and ache with each blink. Was she getting sick? That can’t be happening! She still has to show Coco something she made for her birthday — How could this have even happened? Was it those flowers?
The witch hummed softly, half-asleep with that drowsy smile, her hands came up to rest on Agott’s nape, using them to pull herself into another kiss. Then she realised how warm Agott was; she was far too warm for a spring day. Coco blinked, fully awake now as she gazed upon her flushed wife.
“What?” Agott sluggishly asked, even her voice was too rough for the morning.
“You’re hot.”
Agott flushed even harder in an instant, becoming bright red. “Oh?”
“Not like that!” Coco rushed, blubbering over her words. Now she was red, she was as red as a scarlet prism lemon. “I mean that you’re too warm…”
“And being too warm is a big problem?” Agott sighs, leaning forward to gently kiss Coco’s forehead. “You shouldn’t worry too much—”
A sharp round of coughs escaped Agott, who shot themself upright even more, while Coco joined her in sitting upright, gently holding the coughing witch. Her face crunched in worry, her hand coming up to check on the watchful eye’s forehead. “How could I not? You’re heating up, Agott!”
“I am quite all right, Coco—”
“You’re sick, aren’t you?” She pushed with furrowed eyebrows. “Spring pollen always gets you sick.”
Coco turned to the side, reaching for her glasses that rested on her side of the bed. Upon seeing this, Agott grumbled, quickly following after her wife’s movement, limply grabbing her wrist. Of course, her wife caught on quickly; nothing gets past her, especially anything that happens to Agott.
“‘M okay, darling—”
“No, you’re not.” She sighs and gently pushes Agott back onto the bed, sliding her glasses onto her eyes. Worry and concern painted her face as the witch pressed a gentle kiss to her wife’s lips. “Stay here,”
Agott groaned, reaching her hands out for her retreating witch. “No, Coco— im not sick!”
She let out a playful scoff as she pulled their door open. Her head turned just before she slipped through, her golden-green eyes twinkling with scepticism and amusement at once. “I’m sure you aren’t, love.”
Then just like that, she stepped through the door that gently closed itself shut, leaving Agott to her own devices in the warmth of their room. “Of course she would…” She huffed, placing a hand on her head. Despite her coldness, she could feel the heat as she held her head. The real question was whether she was heating up from Coco or from her sickness?
“I said I am fine, Coco,” Agott grumbled, now properly tucked into bed with Coco’s ice pack spell over her head. “You should not worry about me.”
The witch in question ignored Agott’s complaints, choosing to hold her warm hand instead, rubbing her fingers across her knuckles. “You know I can’t do that with how sick you get.”
She scoffed, squeezing Coco’s hands while she looked at her eyes. “I will be fine.”
“No, you won’t.” Coco shot back with an unamused, knowing look on her face. Stars for how beautiful she is, she sure won’t believe Agott. “Why won’t you let us go to Kalhn?”
“Because it is nothing!” Agott retorts, her scratchy voice cracking. “It will pass.”
“We can’t be sure of that.”
The raven-haired was about to argue back, opening her mouth when she began throwing a coughing fit, causing Coco to lean back and gently pat her back. Damn it, she might be right here. Another set of coughs ran through her body as she turned to Coco. “I will be fine, you should be worrying about the girls, you know they’re going to wake up soon—”
“Do not use my apprentices, love.” Coco deadpanned, catching Agott before she could try to use that silly trick.
“You know it’s true.” She grumbled back, leaning back upon her elevated pillow. Of all days she could get sick, must it be now?
Agott peered her eyes at Coco, “And you know what they will do knowing it’s your birthday.”
Coco could hear the subtle grumbles that tried to hide themselves beneath her wife’s breath. “Oh come on, Agott,” She chuckled lightly, squeezing her hand back. “Just rest, it’ll be alright.” Despite her attempts to soothe her sick wife, she continued to grumble. “Please? For my birthday?”
Now that was a hard bargain. Agott could never go against Coco’s birthday wishes, and it appeared that the latter knew that far too well. Her face went through different emotions and expressions, not wanting to back off. She glanced at her wife, who looked at her expectantly, as if knowing the outcome. “Fine.”
She could feel Coco’s smile as she got off the bed. “I’ll check up on you later.” She promised, only getting an ‘Mm.’ response from her watchful eye.
“I love you.”
“Mm… Love you too.”
The door shut once more, and it wasn’t long before Agott fell into slumber.
Outside the door, however, Coco found her apprentices creeping towards her hall; perhaps they noticed her unusual absence at this hour. “Master Coco!” One of the apprentices greeted, before any more noise could be made, the witch placed a finger over her own mouth.
“How about we be a little quiet today?”
“Why?” Another one asked as they all walked back towards the atelier’s main space.
“Well, our poor watchful eye is sick, that’s why.”
Coco was trying her best to teach, she swears! Here they are just outside the atelier, letting them try their hand at doing some wind spells, from grasping winds to whatever flourish or doodle they learned from Agott. — That wonderful woman always showed them the decorative sigils she loved. — And now she’s thinking about Agott again!
Knowing those girls, they could probably see how worried she was about the watchful eye. What if she was heating up to a deathly fever? Oh, that stubborn woman, she should’ve just taken her to Kalhn!
“Master?” One of the apprentices tugged on Coco’s hand, looking up at her with an equally worried expression. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting weird today.”
A mountain apple slips right past the two of them, “Of course she is! Master Agott is sick!”
Coco lets out an easing chuckle and gently bows her head at her apprentices. “I’m sorry, my dears.”
“How about you both show me your primers for now?” She lifts a finger. If Agott were here, she would talk about how she is acting exactly like Qifrey. “Then we can worry about Agott later.”
“But what if you have to take her to Kalhn?”
Oh, that sweet summer child, if only she knew that their master was fussing over that to their watchful eye just hours earlier. Coco could see the concern etch itself into her face. It reminded her a lot of how Tetia always looked after Master Qifrey.
She sighed softly and kneeled, her hand gently resting upon her apprentice’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay. Agott will pull through.”
Deep inside, Coco knows Agott will pull through; she has pulled through many times before without needing to head to Kalhn. But she can’t help the concern that has bloomed through her body.
She looks at the two worrisome apprentices and braves a smile, clasping her hands together. “Tell you what,” Coco began, looking at the mountain apple trees before her. “If we finish this lesson, then I’ll let you two make something for Agott at lunch. How about that?”
The two witchlings looked at their master, then at themselves. “Okay! We can do that!”
The green-haired witch smiled and slowly rose to full height. She watched her two apprentices walk, presumably off discussing what kind of soup or stew they’ll whip up for her.
Coco leaned on the kitchen counter as she watched the two witchlings stir the pot and toss ingredients in. The two had coaxed their teacher into revealing what their watchful eyes’ favourite soup was specifically, and with those puppy-eyed looks, how could she refuse?
She tried to let her help, but they had adamantly refused, wanting to do it on their own. The witch wonders if this was also in part because they were growing kids.
“Don’t stir too much, you’ll spill it on yourselves.” She crooned, watching as they continued to watch the boiling pot. The sight was almost amusing; her two witchlings weren’t keen on cooking soup, yet, here they are, cooking up a whole new type of soup they’ve never even tasted for their beloved watchful eye.
“Master?” One of them asks, catching Coco’s attention swiftly.
“Yes, my dear?” She gently asks, turning her focus on her while watching the soup they’re cooking.
“Can you get out of the kitchen after we make the soup?”
Okay, now that was blunt.
Reminds her a lot of herself and her former ateliermates.
Coco blinks slowly, almost taken aback and completely speechless at what she just heard. “… What?”
“We’re going to make something else after this!” Her brown curls bounced happily as she said it. Then she leaned in, as if telling Coco some deep, dark secret. “We’re going to make something very, very special.”
The added conspiratorial whisper made the atelier’s master smile uncontrollably at how adorable it was. “Oh, of course.”
Her smile grew wider when she saw how the witchling’s eyes gleamed in excitement. Meanwhile, her other apprentice had already finished with the soup, carefully pouring it into a bowl.
The fire spell soon went away, and all of a sudden, Coco was given a tray with Agott’s favourite soup and tea in it. “Here it is!” She declared with a proud look on her face. “Master Agott will surely get better with these!”
Coco looked at the food, its rich aroma filling the kitchen. She gently patted their hands. “Im sure she’ll be glad about these.” She began walking up the stairs, but not before she spared a glance at the two. “Do be careful of yourselves when you make this…” A knowing smile appeared on her lips. “Very, very special thing.”
“Yes, master!” They call out in synch as Coco ascends the stairs.
The worst part of getting sick was the fever dreams. The dreams could range from being the strangest thing ever to the worst nightmare she could experience. Other times, she would just lapse in and out of consciousness. Today, however, the way of her dreamscape was kind; instead, Agott just found herself in a strange house, the desks did not have supplies needed for ink work and spells, but rather had a flat-screened contraption that did not fit the time she lived in; in fact, everything about the house she was in felt like it belonged to a future time.
Agott woke up, looking around the room to see Coco beside her, holding a bowl of what she presumed was soup.
She let out a few coughs. “W-what—”
“It’s lunch time, don’t worry,” Coco murmured, scooping some of the bowl’s contents onto a spoon and moving it to the witch’s mouth. “Now eat.”
Agott begrudgingly took a bite; she could barely taste the flavour, but it was there, and it was familiar. “The girls?” Her voice was hoarse and scratchy when Coco handed her a cup of tea.
“They’re fine, we did a lesson,” She gave Agott another spoonful. “Then they kicked me out of the kitchen for lunch.”
She arched an eyebrow, looking at Coco for answers. The woman in question smiled softly. Agott was an even worse worrywart when she got sick. It wouldn’t be long before she got clingy. “They’re going to make something for me.”
“Cake?”
“Of course.”
Agott chuckled before accepting another bite of the soup before her. “They always do that on our birthdays.”
Another taste of the soup, and it was igniting something nostalgic in her. Back when she was sick, she would always get this specific type, first from Master Qifrey and lately from Coco.
Her favourite.
“Mm… what’d you teach ‘em today?” Her words were slurred. It was frank that she was getting too tired for her formal way of language.
Coco hummed and gently fed Agott another spoonful. “We went out, and I let them try out some wind spells.”
Of course they did, as if Coco wasn’t anymore like their beloved Master Qifrey, she had gone and adopted his hands-on style of teaching, not that it gave any problems, in anything, it had helped their apprentices exponentially.
“She's a great teacher.’ Agott thought in her feverish state as she brought the tea cup to her lips ‘Learned it from the best.’
“They also made the soup for you,” Coco added softly, causing her wife to pause before she could take a sip of her tea. “They demanded I give this to you.”
“It is your favourite after all.”
Agott bore her purple eyes into Coco’s beautiful green, then breathed a small, loving huff. That was an exaggeration; she knew the girls would be kinder in their words when it came to Coco.
“Did they now?” She whispered, letting herself be given another scoop.
The green-haired witch smiled softly, giving Agott another bite of soup. “They convinced me to tell them the recipe.”
A small, tired smile formed around Agott’s lips, then a warm, hoarse chuckle. “Well, I’m glad you told them.”
There was something about that tired laughter that made Coco fall for her even harder.
In the middle of her thoughts, she began to feel the weight of exhaustion trying to pull her into another wave of sleep.
“Sleepy?” Coco crooned gently, setting the bowl of soup down to check on Agott’s temperature.
“Mhm.”
The witch leaned forward to kiss Agott’s forehead. “Okay, rest well, love.”
“Wait.”
That made Coco pull back, looking at Agott with a curious hum.
“Stay?” Agott croaked, her arm slowly reaching towards the atelier’s master.
The forest eyes of her wife softened, without hesitation, she took Agott’s tea cup, placing it elsewhere and slid to be right beside the sick, watchful eye. “You know I will.”
“Besides, Im sure the girls could use the extra time.”
She felt her eyes fluttering shut, yet despite the chill that wracked her body, or the headaches, and sore throats, she felt her heart feel lighter. They knew all too well it was their master’s birthday, and yet the first thing they did was make soup for her.
Those girls.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look alluring in that?” Agott sluggishly blurts out in the middle of her feverish, half-asleep state.
Coco looks over Agott with a small chuckle that escapes her lips. She was wearing a black turtleneck compression shirt, and, true to its name, it compressed her body; granted, she paid no mind, for she had chosen it in homage to Master Qifrey after she graduated. She could tell that Agott loved how it fit her, knowing her nature, she could never say anything to be respectful of Coco’s body
“Not exactly.” She replied, feeling Agott’s hand inch for her own.
“Why not?” The raven-haired croaked, their hands finally interlocking together.
The green-haired witch chuckled softly, looking at her feverishly carnal violet eyes. “Well, my wife doesn’t want to overstep on how she compliments my body.”
“Your wife’s a dummy then,” Agott grumbles, a frown forming on her face. “‘Cause you look… tempting.”
“Well, what if I told you that you’re my wife?” Coco asks next, feeling herself blush at how this feverish version of her wife was far more carnal and wanting than her usual controlled and ‘loverboy’ attitude.
Silence befell Agott, who honestly looked apalled that she never said anything about Coco.
“‘M a dummy.”
That made Coco burst into laughter, barely able to catch her breath, and she forgot how adorably honest Agott became when sick.
“Go to sleep, my dear.” She whispered, wheezing from the laughter as she brought Agott’s hand to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to worn fingers. “You’ll be less of a dummy by then.”
“You look frustrated, love.” Coco softly whispered, resting her chin on her wife’s shoulder. Her lover in question was too busy glaring daggers at the ceiling as if they had wronged her in some way, shape, or form.
“‘M frustrated,” Agott grumbled, her eyes shifted to Coco and softened instantly. She watched the witch’s smile and was forced to heave her irritation away. “I got sick on your birthday…”
“I know, I’m as disappointed too.” Coco chuckled, reaching to grab one of Agott’s hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. “But that’s just how it is.”
She watched her wife huff. “I know! I was just…”
Agott was red, at first, Coco assumed she was getting hot, but then she saw how blushy her wife was getting and let out a loving chuckle, even after all the years, she still became a flustered mess like that. “It’s just that…?”
The watchful eye shook her head. Her head was starting to throb again. “It’s silly, forget it.”
“But I want to know!” Coco coaxed gently, adjusting to rest her chin on Agott’s hand. “You know I want to know about anything your brilliant mind comes up with.”
Agott looked away, incredibly red, mumbling something under her breath. “‘was hoping that we could… ‘indulge.’”
“Before… the girls woke up…”
“What…” Coco looked at Agott for what felt like an eternity before going red like her wife. She yelped, rolling away from her sick, watchful eyes’ embrace. “Agott Arklaum!”
“I know!” Agott hoarsely cried back, her hands coming to cover her scarlet face.
“I can’t believe im married to a deviant!”
Agott spluttered and coughed with her entire spirit while her face grew hotter and hotter. Coco swears she sees steam coming out. “Come on, Coco, you know that’s not fair!”
“W-was that why you were doing that whole thing earlier this morning?!” Coco looked amused now, red and flustered but incredibly amused.
“Please stop talking about this!” Agott groaned, turning away from Coco, then pulling a blanket over herself. Her migraine was starting to throb even harder from this whole debacle.
“Honestly, I’m impressed at how smooth you were—”
“We are ending this conversation now!” Agott shot back, muffled under the blanket. Silence hung over them once more when the watchful eye released herself from her blanket shield. “I’m filing for divorce.”
“What?!” Coco shot up, shaking Agott, who had her back turned on her. “Oh come on, it was funny!”
“No, it was not!” Agott whined, refusing to even look back at her wife.
“Oh come on, Agott! You can’t divorce me!”
“I will!” “Please, my dear, I’m sorry! I can make it up—”
“Stars, Coco! You’re making this worse!” Agott could hear the way her voice cracked in the worst way possible.
Coco felt laughter escape her lungs as she shook Agott, both of their faces red. “Come on, please, I’m sorry.” She shook even when the bashful raven-haired witch didn’t budge an inch. “Come on, let me see my handsome wife?”
Now that was even more unfair! Agott can’t resist when Coco calls her that! It draws her like a moth to a flame! Agott slowly turns over, a frown evident on her flushed face.
“Hi.” Coco gently coos, her hand coming to fix the ice pack on Agott’s face.
“Mm.” Agott sighs, looking into her beautiful face. She felt Coco’s hand come and tuck some hair behind her ear. “Can we pretend… that this conversation never happened?”
“Yeah.” She whispers, gently leaning in to press a soft kiss on Agott’s cheek. “We can do that.”
Agott hums, her arms gently wrapping around Coco, bringing her down to cuddle, which the green-haired witch accepted, burying her head in the crook of a feverish, flushed neck.
“Thank you.” She whispered gently, her purple eyes tiredly glancing down on green hair.
“Of course.” Coco whispers, her head moving to study Agott’s eyes. Then she slowly rose up, pressing gentle kisses along her face.
The raven-haired witch could only let out exhausted chuckles with each kiss, pulling Coco tighter. “Stop, it is getting ticklish.”
The other witch chuckled, “How could I stop?” She whispers, pressing her head onto Agott’s shoulder now. “Laughter is the best medicine after all.”
“We can’t do medicine, Coco.”
Coco let out a weak laughter, followed by Agott’s own melodic but hoarse laughter. Then suddenly the green-eyed witch began laughing harder, as if that was the funniest thing she had heard today.
And with a laugh as beautiful as that, how could Agott — in her delirium — refuse to reciprocate? Her laughter growing stronger, with Coco’s
This led to a chain reaction between the two of them where they laughed even harder than the other. It had gone to a point where Agott was gripping Coco’s shoulder with all she could muster with how they deliriously shook from laughter.
Eventually, the laughter started to calm down, easing into nothing but lingering chuckles.
“It was not funny at all.” Agott rolled her eyes, small coughs escaping her inbetween her heaving from the laughter.
A muffled snort came from Coco, who nodded in agreement. She genuinely looked like she was holding in even more laughter. “Yeah, not funny.”
“Why’d you laugh then?”
She hummed, the two wives looking at eachother, waiting for one of them to talk. “Caught me by surprise, that’s all.”
She watched Agott arch an eyebrow over her sore eyes, she could feel that smile come back to her. “Well, I didn’t think you’d make a joke like that.”
“And…?”
“Sometimes the best jokes are ones that are unexpected,” Coco retorts, as if she were defending something important. “And with something as unexpected like that, well, I had to love it.”
“Don’t you mean…”
She then noticed how Agott had a knowing smile on her face, like she was counting on this exact moment to happen.
“Agotta love it?”
Laughter immediately errupted from Coco once more, she covered her mouth and turned away from Agott while laughing like she had gone mad. “Oh, what is wrong with you?” She giggled, gently tapping her wife’s shoulder.
Agott on the otherhand was just laughing as freely as she could. Inbetween her laughter did bouts of harsh coughing came, it was harsh enough to snap them both out of their delirious trance as Coco didn’t hesitate to sit Agott up.
She gently patted the raven-haired’s back, trying her best to soothe the sinused coughs away. Then she withdrew her hand, choosing to wrap her arm around Agott’s shoulder.
“How about I brew you some more tea?” Coco whispered, her free hand slowly going over to Agott’s own, giving her a soft, gentle squeeze. She felt her wife’s body make a small whine and lean against her, then her own body moved by instinct, her arm wrapping around Agott to rest upon her shoulder.
Agott relaxed into Coco’s hold, her head pivoting to bury itself into the witch’s neck. “Come back as soon as possible.” She felt the atelier’s master slowly pull away, but not before a gentle kiss to her lips. That made Agott crunch her face.
"Stop that, you’ll get sick.”
The green-haired woman smirked as she stepped through the door. “No, I won’t.”
Coco was stuck. By that, she means she is stuck in Agott’s embrace. See, the two had continued their sweet little cuddle as soon as she got the watchful eye to finish her tea. Here she lay, stuck in the warm embrace of her feverish wife. Not that she hated it, she loved it.
She gently brings her palm to check on Agott’s temperature; it seems to be calming down, which is good. Perhaps they won’t need to go to Kalhn after all. The witch hummed, studying the raven-haired carefully, the way her breathing started to calm down, the exhaustion wearing away, or how at peace she started to become with Coco there.
Her fingers went and slowly drew to Agott’s hair; her usual short hair had begun to lengthen slowly, and it looked like it wouldn’t be long before she got a mullet. Coco chuckled at the thought of her wife with a hairstyle like that.
Cute. She thinks, she always thinks of that, her fingers absentmindedly running imaginary shapes on Agott’s face, taking in how beautiful Agott looked in the setting sun that peeked through the window blinds.
“Mm.” Agott starts to move, shifting around, her face becoming uncomfortable. Fever dream. The raven-haired started to squirm, trying to bury herself as much as possible. Coco catches this and gently presses a kiss to her temple, her hand coming to softly hold her wife’s hand, squeezing it and rubbing her knuckles in her soft, devoted touch.
“You’re okay, my love.” She whispers into her ear, her hands still caressing Agott’s own. “I’m here.”
She pressed another kiss into Agott’s temple, continuing this cycle of sweet nothings into the ear of her febrile Agott, whispering nothing but poetry and lovely memories, her hand moving to play with the ring that adorned Agott’s hand while she kissed every part of her face.
Then Agott finally calmed down, releasing a breath of air Coco didn’t realise she held. She continued to play with the ring on her finger, leaning forward to press one more kiss to her hand. She slowly moved them both into a comfortable position, her chin choosing to rest on Agott’s raven hair, kissing the curly raven locks, when sleep finally took her.
For at least a few clock marks, she remembered she was a teacher.
A teacher to two brilliant but wild girls.
Two brilliant but wild girls who have been too quiet right now.
The girls! Her eyes snapped open, and off she went, slowly untangling herself from Agott’s embrace to come stumbling out the door.
She was practically bolting to the kitchen, thinking nothing but the worst. “Girls!—”
She came to a stop, grounding her feet to the floor when she saw her two beloved witchlings holding cake come into the hall.
“Oh, master!” One of them calls out, holding out the cake for her. “We were going to your room so that you wouldn’t leave Master Agott!”
Upon seeing their smiles, her knees gave out, falling to the floor out of pure relief.
“Eh— Master?!” “Master! Are you sick too?!”
When she woke up once more, she could tell that nightfall had arrived. “Mm… Coco?” Agott reached out, assuming the woman beside her was still there, only to find a space. Then she looked around, perhaps the witch was at her work station. Where was her wife? Panic immediately rose in her, shooting upright from the bed. “Coco?!" She hoarsely called out.
“Yes, love?” The woman in question asked as she stepped through the door, holding two slices of cake in her hands. She bit her lip, fighting the laughter when she found Agott’s cute pout. “I got us cake.”
Agott waited for her wife to place the two plates down, still making her pout well known between them.
“You shouldn’t move that much, though, you know that—” Before Coco could even finish lecturing Agott, her watchful eye gripped her wrist and reeled her in, making the witch yelp while crashing straight into her embrace. There it was, the clingy state.
She didn’t fight; instead, she adjusted them both and embraced her gently. “How are you?”
“‘M a little better.”
“That’s good.” She whispered, pressing gentle kisses along her jaw.
Agott hummed and rested her head on Coco’s cloaked shoulder. That damn thing kept her from warmth, and so, in her feverish stupor, she haphazardly attempted to shrug off her wife’s cloak.
She snorted and gently did the work for her, letting the two comfortably cuddle in peace.
Then the raven-haired witch remembered something, her eyes widened, and her form stiffened instantly, which drew attention from Coco. “Shit.”
“Why?”
Agott groaned and rubbed her nose bridge as she released herself from Coco’s shoulder and onto the bed. “I had something for you.”
“Oh?”
“It’s in the workshop.” She mumbled out, watching Coco get off the bed to go retrieve it. “It’s a little wooden box.”
Coco nodded and went straight for the workshop.
Agott, on the other hand, glanced at the cake and slowly reached for one of the plates.
“The cake was great,” Agott mumbled out as Coco reappeared in their room. Stars, she was a sight for sore eyes. The watchful eye almost felt themself let out a dreamy sigh.
Or maybe she did, who knows?
“Of course it was, the girls made them.” Her wife mused, noting Agott’s look of love. She took a seat on the other side of the bed and placed the wooden box between them. “Right, what do I have to do?”
“Pull the lid.”
Coco did as instructed, and suddenly light came out. First came those silly round owlcats that have frankly become an inside joke between them. She chuckled softly and watched as the light began to show milestones in their life. Their first kiss, their wedding, when the apprentices came in, all of it, she marvelled in every one of those memories.
Agott, on the other hand, watched Coco; she took in the joy and wonder that sparked along her face. The amount of love and dedication she had for her was something she took pride in. She loved that woman more than anything, and it was a shame she had to be sick on such a wonderful day.
When it ended, Agott reached out and took in Coco’s fingers, pressing them against her lips. “Happy birthday, love.” She whispered hoarsely.
“Oh, Agott…” The atelier’s master cooed, pushing the box aside to pull her sick wife into a soft kiss.
The watchful eye squeaked and pulled back as soon as they released, “Don’t, I’ll get you sick!” She whined, causing Coco to chuckle.
“Im sure I’ll be fine.” She mused, leaning closer until their foreheads touched. “I grew up in the sticks; the last thing that can happen is getting me sick.”
"Good for you then.” Agott rolled her eyes before Coco pulled her into another kiss.
“But do promise me to be less sick on the next birthday.”
“Hope on the stars for that.”
That was all the raven-haired could get out of her mouth before Coco pulled them both down on the bed with a kiss.