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The sun begins its descent behind the horizon and casts the world in hues of warm pinks and orange courtesy of its golden rays. The beautiful colors spread across the endless skies are almost a final farewell from the bright star as it passes you to the moon to continue tonight's celebrations.
Even as the last of the sun's light filters through the curtains of your shared apartment, the evidence of the day is scattered around the living room.
Red and gold streamers hang loosely from the ceiling while matching balloons with white accents complement the festivities from before. Messily drawn rabbits and stars decorate the surface of the rubber balloons. There, on top of one of the cushions of the couch, lay a stuffed rabbit with crimson fur. Spots of its fur are dyed in a brilliant, golden hue in the shape of the sun around its neck; one of the gifts from your beloved.
And said beloved fixing his tie around his neck as he waits patiently for you to emerge from the bedroom.
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The clock ticks quietly from the wall, filling up the emptiness of the living room yet doing nothing to ease Phainon's excitement to see you all dolled up for tonight. 18:35. You should be done shortly, and, luckily, it doesn't take long to get to the dinner reservation from your apartment.
A gentle clink of glass bottles comes from the hallway and some rustling of clothes and he hears it; your heels gently clacking against the hardwood floor as you arrive to the living room.
And arrive you did.
Phainon's heart almost leaps out of his chest and onto the floor when you reveal yourself from the shadows of the hallway. There, in all of your beautiful glory, is an absolutely ethereal being standing before him and he simply cannot fathom that he is yours to love.
A deep, garnet dress made of the finest silk slips over your body. The collar of the dress dips down into your chest and reveals only a glimpse of your bosom; a tease for him for the rest of the night. The bodice stops at your waist before the skirt falls beautifully over your hips and pools at your feet. With every step, Phainon gets a glimpse of the black heels adorning your feet and the slit in the dress that reveals your legs to him just for a moment.
Your hair is tied up into a neat bun with a crimson and white ribbon braided into it; the ends of the ribbon cascade down over your back like a shadow of your hair that's currently pinned back. The contrast of the vibrant, deep shade of red is beautiful as it weaves in and out of your tresses.
The gentle light of the room makes your jewelry twinkle with every movement; all gifted by your lover. A golden star drops from your left ear with a matching cuff snug against the shell of your ear, aureate chains woven together with a sun charm that shines just as bright as the real thing dangles from your wrist, and a matching necklace with both the sun and a golden feather in your hands.
The beauty and warmth of the blazing sun pales in comparison to you. With skin made of pure sunlight and stardust twinkling in your eyes, the cosmos shine brilliantly in your visage, your entire being.
A being of utmost divinity and yet here he is, a simple mortal basking in your radiance, in this lifetime winning the chance to love you with all the love his heart has.
"Do you mind helping me?" You ask Phainon with a gentle voice. Your eyes peer up at him with an expression so cute he almost leans down to just kiss you instead. "The clasp is a bit small for my fingers and I don't think I can do it right now with my nails and all…"
"Of course, cottontail."
He says it with such ease, almost like he was made to love and serve you. Your fingers, soft and small, brush against his, large and calloused from working with his hands all his life, as you drop the dainty chain into his hand. And yet, even with fingers much bigger than yours, he opens the necklace's clasp with ease.
Phainon's heart lurches when you turn around, moving the ribbon dangling behind you out of the way and revealing your bare nape to him. The back of your dress is revealed to him as well; a deep cut from the loose fabric runs all the way down until the small of your back.
You're beautiful even from behind and you take his breath away even when you're not looking at him with those pretty eyes of yours.
"Phainon?" You call out to him, successfully snapping him out of his reverie and making his body flinch.
Your lover doesn't respond immediately, instead gulps heavily and takes a breath to ease his nerves. His hands carefully maneuver around your neck and situate the golden necklace on your collarbone. "Sorry, darling. I got a little distracted."
"Distracted?" You muse. He can't see it, but there's definitely a smug smile growing on those pretty lips of yours; a smile etched in the tone of your voice. "The dinner hasn't even started yet, silly."
The clasp closes around the other side of the necklace, successfully falling against your skin when Phainon lets it go. As the gold shimmers in the light and against the expanse of your exposed skin, something playful flashes in his eyes.
A flicker of mischief.
And your lover leans forward to press his lips against the back of your neck. It's a soft kiss, barely even grazing against your skin, yet his lips pull back into a smug, prideful smirk when your shoulders jump from the unexpected affection. He presses another kiss, and then another as he trails from the back of your neck to the side of your jaw before stopping at your cheek.
At this point, Phainon is pressed against your back. His chest is broad and firm, the warmth of his body seeps into your own and his cologne invades your senses; ocean breeze, citrus blossoms, and clean laundry. Comforting, and so clearly Phainon.
Strong arms snake around your waist until his hands firmly rest at your hips to pull you closer to his body.
"Can't blame me for losing track of my thoughts when you're looking like this, sweetheart." His words are low and soft, gentle like the glow of the setting sun disappearing behind the horizon. "You're so beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you, to love you."
You hum in response as your lover presses another kiss to the side of your cheek. Your own arms find their way around his neck as you turn your body around. You're facing him this time and can see the way he's looking at you; pretty blue skies half hidden behind his eyelids and his lips curled into a dopey smile. He's so in love with you it makes him look stupid—in an endearing way.
"Today's your birthday, and yet you're dressed so beautifully tonight I'm wondering if it's also mine?" Phainon whispers, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours. "I love you, pretty bunny."
"I love you too."
Your lover kisses you, slanting his lips perfectly into your own. It's a slow kiss, tender and gentle like the mood set in the quiet of your living room. And yet, it feels so right. He's the perfect puzzle piece in your crazy life, the only constant that has found his way to you and refuses to budge even for a minute. He's the dawn to your sunset, two different sides of the same coin.
And your heart would never have it any other way. He's perfect the way he is, and he's perfect for you. Your lover, your partner, your Phainon.
When he pulls away from you, there's a haze cast over perfect blues and his lips, smeared with the ruby tint of your lipstick, are parted just slightly. He sighs, his chest collapsing as his breath is released from his lungs.
A small kiss, yet he looks like he has been kissed out; you've stolen his breath away.
"We're gonna be late for the dinner reservation," you say as you pull away when he leans forward again in an attempt to steal another kiss from you—knowing him, he'd probably end up stealing at least five.
Phainon looks at you, angling his face downward so that his eyes would widen. His eyebrows angle upward, bottom lip propped out in a little pout; one that he knows would tug at your heartstrings. You could imagine the puppy ears on his head and his tail drooping down between his legs if you squint. "Just… one more kiss? Please?"
"You're so greedy." You scoff, but it wasn't a denial. You watch as your lover's smile grows across his lips—the lipstick smeared across doesn't help the goofy, love-struck grin he's got going on. A small chuckle escapes your nose in a short exhale, but that doesn't deter him from pulling you closer to resume stealing kisses from you.
Though, it's not really stealing if you're consenting to it.
"Only when it comes to you, cottontail."
He's kissing you again, this time with more fervor in each movement against your lips. He can't help it when his heart is nearly bursting from loving you like a supernova in the endless expanse of the stars. He loves you, so so dearly, and when you're in his arms like this it's like the universe has fallen into place.
In this lifetime, where there are no endless battles to fight and no threats of losing his loved ones to unforeseen forces, Phainon is lucky to have found you and loved you all the same. And in every lifetime that is less peaceful than this one, he hopes that his soul finds you to love as much as now.
For he is yours to love through every eternity.