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[ ⌚ ] my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse.
He had woken up in the middle of the night, roused from his slumber by a sudden noise from just outside their window, one he would later dismiss as harmless, like a wandering cat having knocked something small over or the like. In any case nothing important enough to leave the comfortable and warm confines of their bed.
Not that he could have easily done so right now anyway, mind you.
Right next to him, his dear wife was sleeping soundly still, holding tightly onto his arm as she lay on her side, with her head resting peacefully upon his chest. Even in her sleep, she appeared adamant not to let go of her husband, and seemed content to be near him, a faint smile on her lips even in slumber.
And he would happily smile in turn, thankful to be with her, to have her near like this.
For a good while then, he would just lie next to her, studying her gentle features as he struggled to fall back asleep. Even when she slept she was simply beautiful, but when she was awake, there was just something to her that lit up the room and brought cheer to the hearts of everyone, not just himself. No matter where she went, she smiled and the people adored her. It was her personality, what she was known for, and the side she showed to everyone.
Yet while he laid next to her right now, he could not help but recall the first time she showed him another side to herself.
It had happened during a mission she had asked him to accompany her on, and not for the first time they had opted to share a room rather than book two. It had become something of a habit after a certain incident, and they had slowly grown more comfortable with the idea, to the point they could easily share a bed together. And after their mission culminated in a rather uneventful day, they had thus headed to bed rather early. All in all, things were rather ordinary, and they soon fell asleep.
That is, until a sound most unexpected woke Sceada up: The sound of Selphie crying.
He had never seen her sad before, so it came as a surprise to him, and for a good moment, he even thought he was merely imagining things. But Selphie was indeed crying, sobbing softly as she slept, At a loss for how to react, he initially just waited and observed. Should he give her more space and move away, get out of the bed? Should he wake her up instead? Or perhaps...
And that was when Selphie would silently mutter the names of comrades she had lost in Trabia.
At that time, Sceada had not known these names or their significance to Selphie. But even so, he could immediately understand the sorrow they carried. Selphie’s tears were born from loss, from missing them, from loneliness - and he could not bear that thought without taking action. Gently, he’d draw her into his arms, holding her softly throughout the night - the first time he’d ever embrace her.
Selphie calmed down immediately, sleeping soundly for the rest of the night.
There were plenty of other memories he could choose from, each and every one of them fit to be called a favorite. Be it the day they married or the birth of their son, that time she told him she was pregnant or the very first time she confessed her love for him, there was truly no shortage. And yet still, he always, without fail, came back to this one memory in particular.
And if he was quite honest with himself, then he wouldn’t want it any other way.
