Μεράκι: Anniversary || AmaRos
Anniversary Thread for the lovely and radiant @amaterasuxmp. The day I started writing with you is the day I chose to find happiness in writing again, thank you for saving me and helping me to save myself <3.
Μεράκι; Greek, a labor of love no matter how great or how small, done with love for someone with joy and happy devotion.
Where it any other day it would have been the sun streaming through the thin curtains glowing pink that slowly woke him from his sleep. It might have even been the smell of coffee from the kitchen and the humming from his wife that he loves so much that lured him from shucking the warm blankets in favor of finding her even warmer smile. Today is a little different.
Today, Eros has been up for hours and hours already. His pink hair lays in soft fanned out feathers over his face as he lays there and pretends to be asleep even as he hears the sounds of his wife moving around and artfully arranging the little gift that she has for him on the little nightstand on his side, just so he keeps the act up later on. He’ll pay for this later in being so so sleepy but it will be worth it in every way. Only when he is sure she is preoccupied with the rising of the sun ritual that she does in her private morning time does Eros spring from the bed again.
“At last!” he declares in a whisper to the room as he quickly makes the bed back up– the way she likes it- and then moves swiftly through the motions of setting up his little surprise for her. The pink and red flowers petals from cherry blossoms, red roses, and even redder spider lilies go fluttering down as he tosses them over the bedding before diving down onto the floor to reach under the bed and grab the box with her favorite snacks from Japan inside it. Setting it down in the center of the bed he then races to the closet and goes to his drawer to rummage around among the socks and things to find the more slender black lacquered rectangle box. Around the shiny top are gold and red colors in the motif of the rising sun to greet the sleepy earth below and inside lies a custom-made hair stick. He smiles at the little box thinking of the little flurry of golden charms that hang off the end of it; a sun, a moon, a heart, and a golden flower before the end tail up in a swirl. He places this small treasure beside the snack box on the bed and then goes to reach under his pillows to find the non-descript white envelope he hid there in the case.
This he places lastly near the other things before he checks the room to be sure it looks as painfully romantic as possible so he can go and get her from the balcony. Flowers: check. Gifts: check. Tickets: double-check! Fragrance: ……?
Put out suddenly Eros recalls the oil burner on his nightstand and moves to prep it as well when he spots the gift box she has set down. It’s a small and delicate-looking jewelry box and Eros thrills at it! “Oh well, hello there~,” he says still quietly as he opens it to have a look at what’s inside. He snaps it closed instantly again, a thought crossing his mind harshly. What if I am not meant to open it yet?! His cheeks color softly in embarrassment and he stands for a few more seconds before curiosity gets the better of him and he opens the box again and takes out the letter that he finds inside it. Sitting down on the edge of the bed facing the window where she is still watching the sun on it’s quest Eros reads the words in his wife’s elegant handwriting....
This Sacrament; Ama’s Letter~
Those eyes of his reach the end of the letter and are just a little more glossy than they were when he started. She has always been perfect to him, but each day she seems to only get even more so. Her care, her understanding of the thing he needs more than anything is still there. To many, this is just an act maybe of a honeymoon phase of their marriage but the gift of sanctuary, in its beautiful simplicity, is all he requires of anyone. She gives it so comfortably and with no expectations, preconceived notions regarding him or his nature, and no regret. The god sighs and draws the letter to his chest for a moment.
“I’m going to marry her again,” he says. It’s ridiculous to say as he’s very much already married to her and today being their second anniversary proves as much but he will marry her a million times if he had his way about things. Enchanted again to her, the god finally stands and folds the letter back shut and sets it down before stretching his arms above his head.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm! DARLING!!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!” he sings and then shivers delighted as his wings glimmer into sight. The gold of his feathers catches the light and casts it back to the walls of the room warming it further in the morning light before he goes forward and out onto the balcony to wrap her tight and happily into his arms. “Happy anniversary, αγαπη μου.”
