((I wrote a sad Pyptil drabble for 12th Perigee's Eve when I thought she'd be all alone for the day, so for Valentine's Day I thought I'd write something happy instead. The ship is technically not canon, but the thread to make it canon started on January 15th, so going by that, they'd have already been together for a month at this point.))
Valentine's Day, also known as Matesprit's Day.
It was tough. You went through a lot to get here. For a moment you worried you'd be alone, as you nearly were for 12th Perigee's Eve.
...But you're here in your hive, and you couldn't be happier right now, purring away in the arms and the lap of one Cabrel Jaktur. He was your friend, he was your hunting partner... you've just gotten closer and closer with each passing night, and now here you are -- a full-fledged flushed couple.
He makes no secret of why he loves you. He never has, really. He often reminds you that you're pretty, you're funny, you're strong, you're perfect. And you are such a sucker for flattery. Even now, sitting on your couch, he's murmuring compliments to you and you are soaking them up like a happy little sponge. And even with as big of an ego as you have... hearing it from *him* just brings a gentle jade flush to your cheeks every time, and makes you want to melt into a puddle in his arms.
You let out a happy sigh as you lovingly nuzzle your face into his neck, tracing little shapes on his chest with your finger. All the ways he makes you happy, and you don't know how you can possibly match that and return those affections in kind. He assures you time and time again that it's enough for you to just be you. Give him a smile here, a pat on the head there, and he's happy. You're not normally a smily troll; you usually come off as a cold and aloof girl with a piercing gaze. But with your matesprit, you're all smiles. You can't even help it. Just being around him has that effect on you. He is truly one of a kind; you wonder if it's even possible for you to be unhappy around him. When he smiles at you, you forget about all your worries.
You do like to give him your own compliments every so often, of course. Because he needs to know he's special, too. He also gets flustered when you say nice things about him, and he's so damn adorable when he's flustered... Obviously, you have plans to fluster him quite a bit later on, probably in your respiteblock as night starts to give way to morning. But... that's all for later. You are in no rush.
Right now, with his hands around your small waist and yours around his shoulders, you slowly gaze up at him, meeting his calm olive eyes with your own twinkling jade ones. And a look is all you need to communicate with each other; you both want the same thing. You slowly tilt your head upward, opening your mouth just a bit.
My perfect matesprit.
I'm flushed for you.
I love you so much...
You don't say these things aloud. Nevertheless, you let him know in no uncertain terms, your lips meeting his in an intense kiss. You don't need words to express your feelings for him, and the passionate way he returns your kiss means more to you than all the compliments in the world.
Your name is Pyptil Melbon. You hunt rainbow drinkers. And for the first time in nearly 10 sweeps, you are truly happy.
