Retired!ghost - Blog Posts

ou-la-la, retired Simon with nothing but warm love in his heart.

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as you slowly blink yourself awake, twisting and turning in bed before you finally decide to get up, simon is already up as usual. his job keeps him on a time routine even when he's not at work. it kinda ticks you off when you wake up and he's not in bed but y'know, who are you to tell him off (his life, his world, his everything)? puffing out before sitting on the side of the bed, you rub the cold out of your eyes, patting your hand on the nightstand beside you to find your glasses only to find they're not there..?

you groan and look over, squinting to see nothing but the quarter gone cup of water you had last night and some candies. you slowly step onto the cold wood floor, seeking out to find simon somewhere in the house.

you hazardly walk around the house, softly calling out for him. "simon, baby?" you continue until he calls back "yeah, luv?" he responds from the front door. "did you leave? have you seen my glasses?" you ask, watching the blurry figure walk toward the living room. "went to tha' shops, got us some matching frames, come sit." you follow the sound, feeling for the couch as you come close then sit next to him. he scoots you close, setting your legs over his as he explains what he's went out to buy. "my eye doctor's told me to go out n' grab my prescription today, i thought i'd go out n' take y'r glasses to switch them out fir a pair of new frames that'll match mine." you nod at the cute idea, suddenly looking down as the sound of wrapping unfolds.

you can get a small glimpse of glasses in a basic frame, clear with black lines inside with an addon of black legs. his were the same, of course but a different shape, the shape most reading glasses are built. yours were your original shape, the one that framed your face nicely. as you hold them in your hands, still observing, simon has already slipped his on, tapping your shoulder to look.

"like em?" the corner of his eyes crinkling as he gives you a small smile, grabbing your glasses to put them on for you. "now y'r almost as cute as me." he chuckles as you playfully hit his shoulder, giggling slightly alongside. "thank you, simon." you peck his cheek and get up, yawning a bit as you walk to your bathroom. "needed anything, woman?" he asks, following behind. "no, I just felt like a baby bird without these." you refer to your glasses, opening the bathroom door. "well you are a bird, my bird." he mumbles, sliding up behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist as you began brushing your teeth, nuzzling into the crown of your bonnet, smelling nothing but a mix of gels and a scented edge control you forgot to clean off the night before.

"you're such an old man."