Isellta hugged the poofy sheep pillow Robin had given him for Christmas. It was lavender and chamomile scented as if someone had poured a whole cup of tea into it. He burrowed his face into it and inhaled. It wasn’t Robin’s bright tangerine scent, but it was good.
It was calming, not invigorating.
It was as tranquil as a hug before bedtime.
It didn’t smell like Robin at all, but it made Isellta think of him anyway. He smiled and hugged it harder.
“Yes!” Robin entered the room, twirling a microphone like it was a baton.
Isellta perked up and flapped his large black feathery wings. “You found it!”
“Heck yeah!” He plugged it into the karaoke machine. “Ain’t got a clue why the heck it were under the bed.”
Isellta hugged the sheep one more time before setting it on the L-shaped couch. He walked over to Robin and lightly ran his fingers down the middle of the vampire’s messy brown hair.
Robin looked up at him and all of the love he felt for Isellta was there. It was easy to see. So plain on his face. Practically scrawled in the walls of the scar running through his eye and down his face.
Isellta knelt and traced the scar’s soft skin. “It still amazes me.”
“What?” Robin asked softly.
“That you are here and I am here. And we are together.”
He laid his hand on the side of Isellta’s face. “And we’re so happy. So in love.”
Isellta’s gaze dipped down to Robin’s mouth, to his lips.
And Robin’s lips curved up into a smile. Such an amazing smile.
Isellta couldn’t resist it. He leaned forward and gently kissed him.
Robin’s hands slid up into his hair.
Isellta’s wings flapped faster. Robin’s hands felt so good in his hair. They somehow made his blond hair feel like something fine and beautiful, like the best kind of alpaca fur.
The doorbell rang, interrupting them.
Robin swept Isellta’s bangs out of the way and kissed his forehead. “Prob’lly Ambrose and Raven.” He sighed. “Do we e’en gotta let them in?”
Isellta looked into Robin’s eyes – one a warm brown, the scarred one clouded over. But they were both beautiful in Isellta’s mind. “I guess we should.”
“Yeah. Guess so. Don’t want Am’rose to go yellin’ in my head like a freakin’ yak in labor.”
Isellta smiled and kissed him one more time. “I’ll get the door.” His wings relaxed.
“And I’ll double check all the selections.”
“Oh! Oh, are you going to include that pretty Beatles’ song?”
“What? Wait. Which one? They got sev’ral.”
Robin smiled lovingly as Isellta sang:
“There are places I remember
All my life
Though some have changed…”
He stopped. “That song.”
“Yeah. Was the first one I put on.” He smiled. “I knew you’d want it.”
Isellta’s wings fluttered happily as he went to open the door.