@hartofbalamb // She would wake up to the sunlight trickling in through the opened curtains, and the smell of breakfast drawing closer, notes of fresh coffee and maple syrup. The bed would sag a little as he sat down on the edge, tray in hand, waiting for wakefulness to take its hold. On the bedside table were fresh flowers and a couple small parcels — one suspiciously book-shaped. “Happy Birthday,” he spoke softly, a small smile on his lips.
Splayed fingers stretch out across a spot of sunlight on the bed, smoothing out the fabric of slept in sheets and feeling the warm rays against her skin. Though lucky not to have been born in the dead of winter, the beginning of March was always too cold to do much of anything that didn’t involve warm clothes. Balamb, on the other hand, Rinoa aims to be dragging someone outside with her to sunbathe come midday.
It is her birthday, after all~
Rinoa had been awake for a while now, admiring the fresh coat of soft pink polish on her nails that she had painted the night before. For once, she did them perfect. Well-- almost perfect. Upon her inspection she realizes the glaring smudge on her middle nail that brings her brow to furrow and just as she rises up, Rinoa is hearing the familiar footsteps of her beloved drawing nearer---
Though it’s hardly a surprise when she was roused to the bouquet of fresh-cut floral notes, and fully awakened when the smell of coffee and toast finally trickled into the bedroom, she doesn’t want to ruin Squall’s moment. This was a grand gesture, by all accounts -- one that compells Rinoa to fall back into a resting position and opening her tired eyes right in time to feel the dip in the mattress-- a perfect chance to awaken from her sweet slumber...
The first thing she wants to do when she sits up and fully takes in this breakfast is throw her arms around Squall and smother him in kisses but that would pose a risk of spilling this spread that he’s clearly worked so hard on getting just right for her. It’s practical, but it holds a distinct touch that is uniquely ‘Squall.’
And looking up and seeing that sweet smile on his lips, Rinoa’s is positively beaming when she leans forward, reaching for the front of his shirt to bring him in for a sweet and simple kiss-- right on the nose.
She collects the juice, her silver bangle sliding down below her wrist as she brings the cup to her lips, that glint of playfulness bringing a sparkle to her eye-- “Oh, how His Highness has most certainly outdone himself this year...”
