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Photo of the rose
Aesop didn’t see the point of birthdays in a place like this. Even before, they were not that important, but now they’re even less. There was no reason to celebrate it while being stuck in a manor where no exit seemed to exist for anyone.
And with so many people there at all times, numbers growing even, birthdays were nothing but a hassle in Aesop’s eyes. The cake was always too sweet, everyone wanted to tell him happy birthday, and he had to be happy about it too. While he wasn’t the one to announce it to everyone and just hoped they would forget, there was always that one person who went out of their way to remember, thus creating a chain of people lining up to congratulate him and to start planning things for him, no matter how simple it would be due to the lack of time.
This year, at least, this seemed to have passed them. Many were focused on things around the manor due to the odd seasonal weather, so birthdays weren’t on anyone's mind right now. Aesop was able to go under the radar, hoping they’d just remember when it’s too late and he might just get a few congratulations from some people. With the current situation, it could just be passed off as him not wanting people to be distracted with actual problems they had.
With the night just coming to everyone, Aesop returned to his room early, wanting this day to just be over. But, as he opened the door, coming in, he knew it was not empty. This was no surprise to him, as this was the one thing he had expected to happen and did not hate.
“Not even reminding your fellow survivors about the birthday?”
Joseph was tucked away on one of the chairs, reading some book. He must’ve come here recently, as there was no way the noble would want to spend his time in that chair, knowing it was uncomfortable. Most survivors decorated their rooms with whatever they wanted, but Aesop kept it to the minimal needed things. It was a lot less ideal to spend time here unless you wanted to lay on the bed.
“I don’t like it much, so it’s better that they were all occupied with cleaning up the garden.”
Joseph, while not as extroverted as one might think, was still a lot more social than Aesop, even with his enjoyment of peace just like he was. A celebration of a birthday was still an important thing, and considering the kind of family he grew up in, it would be a shame not to have a grand celebration in his eyes. Aesop and he can’t see eye to eye all the time, but that’s just the nature of relationships.
“Does this mean I have to leave now?”
Aesop sighed. “No, it does not. I don’t mind you.”
He knew the other would make something for him, no matter how simple it was. Aesop couldn’t argue with it, considering he did value days like these; he just wanted it to be simple. So far, he hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary in the room, so Joseph kept to his promise of nothing grand.
Joseph smiled as he stood up and walked towards him, cupping Aesop’s face in his hands, slowly pulling off his mask with his thumb.
“Happy birthday, my muse.”
Aesop can’t help but admit it did feel nice to have someone special to him say that. Someone who can look past his oddities and love him fully.
Aesop melted into the kiss they shared, enjoying every second of it. Even if short, it was enough for him.
“I got you something too.”
He did not see anything at first, so his initial thought was confusion. When Joseph pointed towards the table, he noticed something flat on it, like a piece of paper, or more likely, a photo. Knowing Joseph, it was probably a photo. A one he did not show him before, maybe?
Aesop picked it up, turning it around. A simple photo of him tending to the flowers in the garden. It had to be warm for that, the flowers were in full bloom. He always took care of them, the beautiful yellow roses.
“This couldn’t have been recent, they’re not doing well still due to the weather. When was this taken?”
The photographer smiled. “They were taken before we even talked to each other. It was a long ago at this point. I saw you tending to the garden with other survivors, and I couldn’t help but take a photo of you. You were so focused, you didn’t even notice me.”
“That long, huh?” They have been dating for a while, but it took them qute some time to get to that point with how slow Aesop was with the whole thing. Joseph kept this one well hidden too, considering Aesop had never found it while looking through his photos.
“Thank you for giving me this.”
“You’re welcome.” Joseph’s voice was always so comforting to him, this time even more so. He was just glad he had someone like Joseph in his life; it was everything he could ask for. Making the somewhat dull, simple life full of colour, making it all better than Aesop could imagine it.
And with so many people there at all times, numbers growing even, birthdays were nothing but a hassle in Aesop’s eyes. The cake was always too sweet, everyone wanted to tell him happy birthday, and he had to be happy about it too. While he wasn’t the one to announce it to everyone and just hoped they would forget, there was always that one person who went out of their way to remember, thus creating a chain of people lining up to congratulate him and to start planning things for him, no matter how simple it would be due to the lack of time.
This year, at least, this seemed to have passed them. Many were focused on things around the manor due to the odd seasonal weather, so birthdays weren’t on anyone's mind right now. Aesop was able to go under the radar, hoping they’d just remember when it’s too late and he might just get a few congratulations from some people. With the current situation, it could just be passed off as him not wanting people to be distracted with actual problems they had.
With the night just coming to everyone, Aesop returned to his room early, wanting this day to just be over. But, as he opened the door, coming in, he knew it was not empty. This was no surprise to him, as this was the one thing he had expected to happen and did not hate.
“Not even reminding your fellow survivors about the birthday?”
Joseph was tucked away on one of the chairs, reading some book. He must’ve come here recently, as there was no way the noble would want to spend his time in that chair, knowing it was uncomfortable. Most survivors decorated their rooms with whatever they wanted, but Aesop kept it to the minimal needed things. It was a lot less ideal to spend time here unless you wanted to lay on the bed.
“I don’t like it much, so it’s better that they were all occupied with cleaning up the garden.”
Joseph, while not as extroverted as one might think, was still a lot more social than Aesop, even with his enjoyment of peace just like he was. A celebration of a birthday was still an important thing, and considering the kind of family he grew up in, it would be a shame not to have a grand celebration in his eyes. Aesop and he can’t see eye to eye all the time, but that’s just the nature of relationships.
“Does this mean I have to leave now?”
Aesop sighed. “No, it does not. I don’t mind you.”
He knew the other would make something for him, no matter how simple it was. Aesop couldn’t argue with it, considering he did value days like these; he just wanted it to be simple. So far, he hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary in the room, so Joseph kept to his promise of nothing grand.
Joseph smiled as he stood up and walked towards him, cupping Aesop’s face in his hands, slowly pulling off his mask with his thumb.
“Happy birthday, my muse.”
Aesop can’t help but admit it did feel nice to have someone special to him say that. Someone who can look past his oddities and love him fully.
Aesop melted into the kiss they shared, enjoying every second of it. Even if short, it was enough for him.
“I got you something too.”
He did not see anything at first, so his initial thought was confusion. When Joseph pointed towards the table, he noticed something flat on it, like a piece of paper, or more likely, a photo. Knowing Joseph, it was probably a photo. A one he did not show him before, maybe?
Aesop picked it up, turning it around. A simple photo of him tending to the flowers in the garden. It had to be warm for that, the flowers were in full bloom. He always took care of them, the beautiful yellow roses.
“This couldn’t have been recent, they’re not doing well still due to the weather. When was this taken?”
The photographer smiled. “They were taken before we even talked to each other. It was a long ago at this point. I saw you tending to the garden with other survivors, and I couldn’t help but take a photo of you. You were so focused, you didn’t even notice me.”
“That long, huh?” They have been dating for a while, but it took them qute some time to get to that point with how slow Aesop was with the whole thing. Joseph kept this one well hidden too, considering Aesop had never found it while looking through his photos.
“Thank you for giving me this.”
“You’re welcome.” Joseph’s voice was always so comforting to him, this time even more so. He was just glad he had someone like Joseph in his life; it was everything he could ask for. Making the somewhat dull, simple life full of colour, making it all better than Aesop could imagine it.