[Thread] Anniversary

[papa_high_lord]

Characters: OU Saetan, OU Takion
Where: The park
When: Evening
Summary: Saetan decides to combine apologizing with an anniversary picnic.
Warnings: Possible fade to black?

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[takion]

Takion's curiosity ran high tonight. But he asked no questions and kept himself out of the park until the appointed time. When the sun set, Takion started his trek, carrying a small wrapped box. His gift was meant both as apology for his own part in the argument he and Saetan had had, as well as an anniversary present.

While he hadn't been given specific directions, it didn't take Takion long to find where he was supposed to be. Twinkles of witchlight offered direction, and when he arrived he felt a little thrill of wonder at the scene Saetan had created.

[papa_high_lord]

Saetan seemed a part of the twilight darkness, partially because what he was seemed to belong there, certainly, but also because he had abandoned his usual suit for the black sweater Jaenelle had given him and equally dark trousers. Really, even he could hardly be expected to have a picnic in a suit.

A small, slightly hesitant smile creased his face as he caught sight of Takion before detaching himself from the shadows and wrapping his arms around him, pulling him close. "I'm sorry, love."

[takion]

Takion returned the smile as he leaned into the embrace. Seeing Saetan dressed so casually put him in the mind to cajole and tease the High Lord into dressing this way more often. But that was the future, and this was the time to concentrate on the present.

Rather than tell Saetan that he was forgiven, Takion responded with a passionate kiss. Even Takion recognized at times that actions could speak just as loudly as words.

[papa_high_lord]

Saetan returned the kiss with equal fervor, one hand stroking the hair he never got tired of playing with as he did. He had known going in to this to expect fights; no relationship was without them, after all. The fact that they had had so few made him feel slightly better, but that didn't mean he did not regret things.

"Thank you for coming," He murmured when he was finally able to make himself release Takion's lips long enough to speak. "And for the things you said about Jaenelle. How she'll be safe."

[takion]

Takion smiled and tilted his head into Saetan's touch. With the fight over and Saetan warm again, he knew things would be all right now. The only thing left to do was distract Saetan so that he wouldn't dwell upon things too much.

"I am rather like a boomerang, love. I will always come back to your side." Takion's expression turned serious as he gently cupped Saetan's face in his hands. "Easier than writing things into creation is simply writing what is. I've never tried doing it across worlds, but if it would help to set your mind at ease..."

[papa_high_lord]

Takion certainly did not have to worry about distracting Saetan, as he was already doing a fine job of that. "No," He said softly, only considering the offer for a moment. "If she's in a worse place than this then I don't want to know. I couldn't live with that knowledge and not being able to help her. I'll trust what you said first; that wherever she is, she's alright."

Taking a deep breath to clear his head he added, "And now, if you don't mind, I'd like to be a bit more selfish and pay attention to you for the rest of the evening. I admit, a picnic doesn't make much sense in my case, but I thought the irony was amusing."

[takion]

"An evening picnic is a lovely idea," Takion murmured as he leaned carefully against Saetan. Now that they were no longer fighting, Takion wouldn't have cared if he and Saetan were having a nice picnic or shut away in some dank dungeon as long as they were together. "All of this is absolutely lovely, actually. The witchlight - it's like a flock of little stars nesting in the tree..."

[papa_high_lord]

"I didn't realize stars traveled in flocks." Saetan replied with a teasingly skeptical raise of an eyebrow. Being able to joke around and smile again was a relief. Even if he had only been angry for a few days it still felt like a lifetime.

Towing Takion along he settled stiffly down on the blanket, not once removing the arm around his shoulder as he took a sip of the blood-wine.

[takion]

"Well, if they're going to settle in the trees like birds, then they ought to be called like birds," Takion responded with a chuckle.

Once he settled himself next to Saetan on the blanket, Takion gave an eyebrow raise of his own. "Is your leg troubling you tonight?" he asked, tone quite clearly suggesting that he was ready to go into mother hen mode if needed.

[papa_high_lord]

"Very logical," Saetan replied with a laugh of his own. A light breeze stirred the trees as he spoke, the witchlights swaying lightly with the branches.

"No more than usual; I'm old, that's all. You can fuss later. Forgive me if I don't find sucking your blood very romantic." He paused, then added softly, "I have something I'd like to give you. Call me sentimental but its been so long since I had an anniversary to celebrate that I'd like to make the most of it."

[takion]

Since Saetan wouldn't take any blood tonight - a donation Takion never minded making - the author reached over and began to carefully knead the bad leg. If he could, he would have taken all of Saetan's aches upon himself.

At the mention of a gift, Takion glanced around curiously. He was, at least, too well-mannered to go, "Gimme!" Instead, he smiled as he continued the gentle massage. "Every moment I spend with you is a gift I treasure, my dearest."

[papa_high_lord]

Saetan sighed contentedly as Takion's fingers began massaging away the faint but constant ache in his leg. The limb was not much of a problem, mostly because he was so used to dealing with it but that did not mean the attention wasn't nice.

"Flatterer," He teased, even if the statement did mean so much to him and even if he did return the sentiment. Still smiling he pulled out a neatly wrapped package. When opened it would prove to be some of the books he had destroyed in his rage, neatly taped and glued back together. He hadn't bothered trying to magic away the rips he had made, because everything had a price and actions could never be really taken back. Still, somehow he thought that made them a bit more special. The rest had also been repaired, and were neatly returned to their shelves back in the room.

[takion]

Takion halted the massage to accept the package and pass Saetan the one he'd brought. It had taken a great deal of thought and many false starts at writing to cobble together what he hoped would be something Saetan would appreciate. Inside was what looked to be a pocket watch with a black widow etched on top. Opening it up, however, revealed words spread across a silver spider's web to measure Saetan's moody temperature that went from "passionately hot" to "just right" to "frigid."

When he saw the books carefully pieced back together, a lump rose in Takion's throat. This must have taken hours! "Oh, my dearest... Thank you!"

[papa_high_lord]

"You're welcome." Saetan replied softly. "I felt it was something that needed to be done."

Curiously, he opened his own gift, trying to remember when the last time he had done this sort of thing with someone had been; he had lost count of the centuries. Upon opening it he examined the watch curiously, then flipped it open and burst into laughter. "Darling, your cleverness, as always, amazes me." He said, still chuckling. Once the laughter had faded, he leaned closer and gave Takion a long, fiery kiss, murmuring, "Shall we test how accurate it is?"