Had this random thought on Anastacius (Aeternitas).
Imagine being two peas in a pod since birth, cannot be separated. But why? You, from a ducal house serving the throne chosen to be his playmate.
The first time Anastacius met you, he was planning on controlling you with black magic, but decided to test you first. He confessed that he wanted to take down the Tower Magician, Lucas(who you had no idea who) and you're like, whatever sure I'll follow you. And so he laid down his plans, with you towing behind him. Stuff like him wanting to ascend the throne and control/manipulate the people so nothing gets out of his hand. You're like, is he okay? But just goes “meh” he's my friend now I'll just watch.
And so by the time you were adults, fiancee's and all( surprise, not) with the whole stabbing Anastacius and Claude taking the throne, Anastacius lurked in the Alpheus house but ultimately stayed in your home.
Anastacius barged in your shared room, face hardened in annoyance that his plan had failed, you merely only glanced at him through the mirror where you were applying a thin sheet of face mask on your face. He approached you with hurried strides and stopped just beside you, waiting for something, someone.
You sighed in preparation as soon as his mouth opened.
“That damn brat is so annoying, I can't even get—” Yep, he rants to you. And he doesn't stop as you situate him in the chair you just sat, humming in reply to show that you were listening as you tie his hair away from his face, and lather up skin care products in your hand, before qpplying them on his bare face. You must be the reason why he's got such a handsome face.
By the time you finished putting on his face mask and about to add a last touch of cucumbers, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him, face with white sheet mask and lips pouting, he looked at you in worry.
“I can defeat the magician right? I, after all, have prepared since I was a child.”
“Yes honey, you'll do just fine.” You placed a quick kiss on his lips before shutting his eyes and placing sliced circular cucumbers on his eyes.
Then a wail of a baby resounded on the wall. Ah, it must be time for Jennette to feed now.
Just you and your grown-ass man child husband who craves world domination but seeks validation from you every time he does his plans and you, his wife who just rolls with his shenanigans, aka. bad decisions. Plus, a daughter who's equally in need of attention (because she's a baby, duh.)