Is her little Rose enjoying herself, hmm?

perhaps. . . she has the two people she loves showering her with affection.

He has to admit. . . The thought of Mina and his beloved is rather, well, delightful.

It most definitely is. . .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ WHEN YOU SPEND SO ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ LONG IN 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ YOU DISCOVER THAT ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ IT’S STARING BACK. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀I thought there was a ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀light 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 for me. ⠀ ⠀

Closer than she might expect. . . What does his beloved English Rose require, hmm?

Only an hour, dearest wife. Work has to be done and they both know just how much a distraction she is. But alas. . . He’ll give in. For her.

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝕬𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 ╱ 𝒱𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴 ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ NIGHT IS WHEN WE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ SLAKE ⠀ OUR ⠀ THIRST, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ WHERE WE DO THINGS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ —— ⠀UNACCEPTABLE .ᐟ ⠀ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾. 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗥𝗬 𝖿𝗈𝗋 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝖄𝕺𝖀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐀

Is taken by surprise, grunting quietly and piercing blues descend in a slow careen, settling on his wife and fingers graze a delicate cheek. “Whatever was that for, Beloved?” Her soft, pliable lower lip is lazily traced by his thumb.

“Oh, Darling. . .” A rasping chuckle trickles from his lips, fingers slow as they ghost along a pale neck and shimmering azures observe. “I do not leave you unattended purposely. You must know that.” He steps closer, the edge of her lips kissed. “Forgive me, my English Rose?”

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝓢𝙸𝚁 𝓛𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙴𝙽 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓦𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐀 ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

Indeed it is. Pale visage often plagued by neutrality blooms with a rare tenderness.

Soft chuckle bubbles forth, his hand ascending to settle on the back of a intricate neck and a soft kiss is bestowed upon rosy lips. “Hello, my rose.”

If he had a heart, it’d beat frantically with such affections but it remains silent and resolute in it’s lifelessness. “My rose has news? Shall I stand here shaking in anticipation or is my beloved going to inform me?” A soft tease, a mere prod.