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He climbed the third— no, fourth floor. His steps weighing heavier and heavier. Finally, he reached his apartment door, pulling out the dangling keys in his pocket. He inserted the key, click. The door opened. He took off his shoes, and hung his coat on the nearby rack.
The day felt absolutely tiring. His body felt sore, his legs burning. All he wanted to do was just drift off to sleep, but the sweet scent of cookies compelled him.
Silver sluggishly made his way to the kitchen, where he saw a familiar figure, taking out a freshly baked batch of cookies out of the oven. Silver's eyes slowly looked up, his eyes locking with Candle.
After the show ended, Silver Spoon and Candle decided to live together and be roommates. Silver could've easily disagreed, he already had a wealthy family, why live with some— witch who had magic powers and— that weird aura stuff??
Silver didn't know why he did agree, maybe it was to be kind, maybe it was because her presence was comforting, he didn't exactly know.
Although, it wasn't really that much of a horrendous experience. Silver and Candle were seen as a great pair. They both complimented eachother very well. It wasn't exactly insufferable living with someone who knew how to cook and clean.
"You gonna keep staring or what?" Candle suddenly spoke, interrupting Silver's train of thought. Candle smiled softly as she set the batch of cookies on the table.
"Ah, I apologize, my dear. How's your day been? Besides— baking, if you haven't been baking all day." Silver let out a slight laugh, making his way to the table and took a seat.
"Been doing good. How are you? You don't look exactly...." Candle paused. "Great, lately."
"Don't fret, my dearest. I'm fine! No need to worry about me." Silver said, looking at the fresh cookies. Silver assumed it was still hot, considering it recently just got out of the oven, so he didn't touch it.
"... Silver, I know when you lie. Your face doesn't exactly tell the same story as your words." Candle walked to the table and took a seat across from Silver. She held out her hand and cupped his face.
"I'm assuming work was tiring. Hm?" Candle tilted her head, as Silver shook his head slowly, denying it. Candle let out a hum as a response.
"Sorry. I'm just not in the right mood." Silver ever-so-slightly leaned into her touch. He didn't know why he did at all, but he didn't move either.
Candle let out a silent sigh, before putting her hand away. Silver didn't really want to admit it, but he missed the warm touch coming from her hands. Everything about her was warm. Her smile she'd always have, the touch she gave, and her eyes; everytime Silver looked at them, he always felt mesmerized. As if it was luring him in.
Candle stood up from her chair and approached Silver, before holding out her hand. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
"What? Oh no— I'm fine, my dearest." He gave out a reassuring smile, but Candle could see through him.
".. Silver. Stop being so stubborn, will you? Come on." Candle insisted. Silver finally gave in and took her hand. Standing up slowly so he wouldn't fall.
Candle started guiding Silver, gripping his hand softly. They walked step by step, reaching his room. Candle turned the knob and opened the door, gently leading Silver to his bed.
Both of them sat at the edge of his bed. The room filled with comfortable silence. Candle took a glance at him, seeing how droopy his eyes were.
"Take some rest. You need it." Candle patted his back, about to go away, that was until she felt her wrist being gripped tightly, holding her in place.
"W-wait— could you just......stay.. for a bit more?" Silver spoke, his voice low and quiet, so quiet you'd almost miss it.
Candle looked at him, his gaze focused on the floor and she swore she saw a bit of red creeping up his face. She sighed, before returning to her spot, sitting besides Silver.
"Alright then. I'll stay for as long as you need." Candle said, caressing her thumb over his palm. She hummed a soft tune, soothing Silver.
Silver hadn't realized it, but now he was basically leaning on her shoulder. Too lost in the soft tune until he felt a hand on his head, fingers running through his hair.
Shit. What could Silver do in this situation? Just fake being asleep? Just submit to this drowsiness that was about to consume him? He was panicking inside. Maybe he could slowly maneuver out so that he wasn't exactly leaning on her anymore? No— she'd immediately notice it.
"You're tensed up, Silver. Calm yourself down. Alright?" Candle suddenly said, Silver snapping back to reality.
"Sorry— sorry." He muttered. God he was pathetic. He could practically feel heat creeping up on his cheeks. Oh how much he wished that he could just bury himself in a hole.
"It's fine. Just relax," Candle said softly. "It'll be fine." Candle stopped combing his hair for a quick moment, before speaking. "Lay on my lap."
"Wha-what?" Silver's eyes
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widened, the blush on his cheeks growing deeper and deeper. "I-i'm fine, no need to-"
"I insist." Candle cut him off, smiling softly at him. Silver would've said no if it wasn't for that god awful smile and those eyes— she was practically hypnotizing him at this point.
"..fine." Silver muttered shamefully, he wanted to melt right then and there, but he couldn't. He slowly laid his head on her lap. Why did he even agree to this? Why was he going crazy over it?
It wasn't long before the familiar touch on his head and the combing of his hair returned, Silver relaxed, her touch was gentle and soft, like she was afraid to hurt someone so fragile.
Candle continued humming the sweet tune, making Silver more and more drowsy. His eyes drooping, as the soft humming got to him.
He slowly closed his eyes, submitting to rest. Candle smiled, feeling sleepy herself, but she still kept running her fingers through his hair. The motion was repetitive. Almost like a cat sitting on her lap, petting him.
"Rest well, my dear. You definitely need it." She laughed slightly, but she didn't get a response as she expected. Candle kept petting him, slowly coming to a halt. Silver was sound asleep on her lap, he was exhausted, and she could tell that.
The room fell in comfortable silence, as Candle stayed watching Silver's chest rise and fall. Candle's hand found her way to his, gripping it, not too tightly.
She slowly raised his hand up to her. Staring at it. He wore gloves most of the time, but she never really minded it.
Her thumb brushed over his knuckles, gently caressing his hand. Before bringing up the hand to her face and planting a kiss on it.
Candle returned the hand back to it's original position as her hand went back to his hair. The motion was slow and gentle this time. "You mean so much to me." She whispered.
".. Goodnight, my dearie."