Hod walked the rest of the way to the house from the bus stop, the tap tap tapping of his cane echoing back the familiar path that led up to the front porch steps. The spicy scent of tomato sauce blended with cool evening air, making him pause at the front door. A smile flickered at the edges of his lips as he inhaled deeply. Nyxa was a fantastic cook. Which was great, because he struggled with anything involving the kitchen. He'd essentially been living on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and cereal before they'd started going out, which she had intervened with as soon as she'd found out.
Home smelled wonderfully comforting. He couldn't believe they were already on another anniversary, marking one more year of life together. They'd been carefree ocean waifs together as children, growing up in this small town by the sea. When she'd left for college it had hurt more than he'd expected, and he had wasted no time in proposing when she'd finally returned. There are some things in life you just know. Hod knew that the sun rose every day, even if he couldn't see it. He knew that the roses that climbed their unruly way up the porch smelled best this time of year. And he knew that the woman currently waiting for him inside was the absolute best thing that had ever happened to him.
Turning his notched house key in the lock, Hod let himself in. Immediately he noted how quiet the place was, no TV chattering or music in the background. He hung his cane on its hook by the door and took off his shoes before walking into the rest of the house. One large hand trailed a well worn path on the walls, nicks and notches in the plaster reaffirming his place in the house. The richly seasoned sauce permeated the space with its thick smell, bringing water to his mouth in anticipation. Through it he caught a subtle hint of something cleaner. "Dinner smells wonderful, Nyx." His sea salt voice broke the quiet softly.
The hand that had been guiding him paused at the dining room door frame, grazing something satiny warm. An appreciative grin was shot in Nyxa's direction. The hand that had touched her ran up her side deftly, reaching for her hand. With his other hand he pressed the bunch of flowers into her palm that he had bought on his way home. Peonies, he'd been told, in a peach color. They'd smelled the best in the shop, felt strong in his hand. Petals as soft as her skin. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart. Sounds like you got Tyr out of the house?" For the evening or until morning? He wondered to himself.
He reached behind his head to loosen his coal black hair from where he had plaited it for work. It fell thickly just past his shoulders, strands of silver beginning to show at his temples. When he leaned over to kiss his wife, it mingled with the verdant waterfall that fell around her face. He felt her dress as he pressed her against the doorway, how the fine fabric clung to every curve and hollow. Salt mingled with the clean scent of her perfume. Had she gone swimming this morning? The silver-blue of his eyes shone in the candlelight as he rested his forehead against hers. "So, dinner?" He asked, feeling a different kind of hunger filling his chest.
@[Nyxa]
Home smelled wonderfully comforting. He couldn't believe they were already on another anniversary, marking one more year of life together. They'd been carefree ocean waifs together as children, growing up in this small town by the sea. When she'd left for college it had hurt more than he'd expected, and he had wasted no time in proposing when she'd finally returned. There are some things in life you just know. Hod knew that the sun rose every day, even if he couldn't see it. He knew that the roses that climbed their unruly way up the porch smelled best this time of year. And he knew that the woman currently waiting for him inside was the absolute best thing that had ever happened to him.
Turning his notched house key in the lock, Hod let himself in. Immediately he noted how quiet the place was, no TV chattering or music in the background. He hung his cane on its hook by the door and took off his shoes before walking into the rest of the house. One large hand trailed a well worn path on the walls, nicks and notches in the plaster reaffirming his place in the house. The richly seasoned sauce permeated the space with its thick smell, bringing water to his mouth in anticipation. Through it he caught a subtle hint of something cleaner. "Dinner smells wonderful, Nyx." His sea salt voice broke the quiet softly.
The hand that had been guiding him paused at the dining room door frame, grazing something satiny warm. An appreciative grin was shot in Nyxa's direction. The hand that had touched her ran up her side deftly, reaching for her hand. With his other hand he pressed the bunch of flowers into her palm that he had bought on his way home. Peonies, he'd been told, in a peach color. They'd smelled the best in the shop, felt strong in his hand. Petals as soft as her skin. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart. Sounds like you got Tyr out of the house?" For the evening or until morning? He wondered to himself.
He reached behind his head to loosen his coal black hair from where he had plaited it for work. It fell thickly just past his shoulders, strands of silver beginning to show at his temples. When he leaned over to kiss his wife, it mingled with the verdant waterfall that fell around her face. He felt her dress as he pressed her against the doorway, how the fine fabric clung to every curve and hollow. Salt mingled with the clean scent of her perfume. Had she gone swimming this morning? The silver-blue of his eyes shone in the candlelight as he rested his forehead against hers. "So, dinner?" He asked, feeling a different kind of hunger filling his chest.
@[Nyxa]