if you still accept them: sherryon + home / jana
Sherryon + Home
A heavy sigh left Sherry’s lips as she stepped out of the shower and saw; it was still pouring down, the drops pattering against the window heavily. The sound could be quite soothing but this weather was what rained on Lyon and her parade. Literally. They had wanted to enjoy a day out, indulging in some time together because everyone deserved a break from jobs and the guild hall every once in a while. They were no exception. But here they were now, trapped at home instead of going outside.
After wrapping a towel around her body Sherry brushed her wet pink hair so there wouldn’t be any exasperating knots later when she would dry it before leaving the bathroom. It was just then that Lyon came out of the kitchen, complete with apron and pan.
“I tried something new, I hope you’ll like it,” the ice mage stated with a contented smile on his face and the pinkette couldn’t help but think to herself that it did smell delicious already at least.
“Will it be ready soon?” She took a look at the ingredients in the pan, nodding with the tiniest of smiles.
“Yes,” Lyon confirmed and made his way back to the kitchen, directing another question at Sherry on his way and she replied. Her gaze briefly swerved to a window again, watching the drum against the glass and even though the weather had caused both of the Lamia mages quite the mood drop at first she was feeling absolutely comfortable now.
But it wasn’t the house that made her feel so at home and comforted. It was him, and maybe spending this day home with some cozy atmosphere wouldn’t be so bad after all, as long as she could spend her treasured time with Lyon.
