The city had done lost its mind again and Foxy found herself right smack dab in the middle of the crazy. With bags full of groceries, clothes, and other assorted items, she managed away from the chaos without so much as a scratch. At least this time the crazy was over some sort of festival. Flowers, ribbons, people obviously getting frisky with one another - it was an interesting sight to say the least and something she found she would have to eventually ask about. For now all she wanted to do was get home and hopefully before a certain someone showed up. It would be hard to set up a surprise with him present!
Everything was planned out. Well almost all of it. With the way the man came and went that meant there was always that varabile that he may not even show up that day! Didn't mean she wasn't going to go through with her plan.
A nice dinner of shrimp over peruvian quinoa and brown rice blend, sauteed red onions, spinach, seasoned tomatoes, and drizzled with a light oil and lemon glaze. For dessert some beignets that she had purchased from a place that was supposedly 'Rhydin's Best'. On top of it, after being warmed in the oven, strawberries and whipped cream as well as a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
Once dinner was out of the way she had planned for some hands on time. Not in the sexual means, though that was likely to happen down the line. More to the ways of her hands, some massaging oils, and him melting into the bed as she kneaded away all the daily stress away. Maybe more than just daily. Monthly? Year? Lifetime! Once he was all gooey she would make sure to leave him exhausted and content or rather they would most likely attempt to exhaust each other out, laid out on the bed sheets that somehow ended up on the floor.
It was a good plan as far as she was concerned and one that they both needed.
Juggling the bags she fumbled for her keys, managing them out of her pocket before ramming it home. Once the door was opened she dumped the lot down on the floor next to the door and pulled her key free. She barely had dropped the key in the bowl that was on the table at the door when she caught his scent. Eep! She may have very well been caught!
Kicking off her shoes and making sure the door was closed, she quickly darted off to find the man to whom the scent belonged to. From behind she spotted him on the couch and with the quickness she jumped onto the back of the couch and slid down onto the cushion next to him. “Honeeyyyyy! I’m homeeee!” she chirped cheerfully and rolled so she was resting against Elitia’s side. It was only once she had settled that she had noticed his posture and her heart sank.
Sitting rigged in his place, his eye staring forward unfocused and dead. Nobody was home. It was not the first time she had seen him in the condition - a byproduct of his overall condition that was obviously growing worse. It was a haunt that hovered over their lives. A life’s flame slowly dimming and spluttering toward the end that was far too soon. As the days went by she was seeing the signs of it more often than she liked but it wasn’t just the signs. It was the way he acted, attempting to set her up for a cushiony life once he was gone. She felt like a mooch at times but he insisted otherwise every time she brought it up.
Sighing she pushed herself up with her hands to the couch long enough to graze her lips against his cheek before flopping down back into place. “I’m here, Elitia,” she murmured and settled her cheek against his thigh. The plan was to remain like that until he woke. It gave her time to think about things. Like this strange, new life.
It was strange to her, this new life. Things she had lived her entire life without now she felt she couldn’t ever do without. That included the man that introduced her to such a life. It wasn’t the life of the rich but it had its own riches - more than money could ever buy.
She wanted to pull her own to some degree, even if the income was made into a nest for future uses or be able to buy him gifts without using his money. She managed to find a job at a little tavern as a wench during the oddest hour, doing her best to match her hours to when Elitia was off doing his thing or working. Over the past two months she had been sneaking out for said little job, not yet telling him. Not because she wanted him thinking she didn’t need him but because when it boiled down to it she was going to need to be able to do things out of her normal skill set to make money one day. He made it a habit of reminding her of that more than she liked.
It wasn’t a particularly hard job. Serve drinks and chow, clean up - hey she got smoke breaks whenever she wanted though with the days as cold as they were, those breaks were short. The days seemed abnormally cold in fact, as if if Jack Frost was unwilling to stop the frosty fun and games. That was fine and dandy with her as the cold normally meant blankets and snuggling. Soon, though, it would start to warm and the world would start to blossom. It was a nice thought, seeing the little garden he had created be green and lively once again. Grass warmed by the sun and flowers giving color to a once dreary rooftop. They could sit outside and watch the city sky at night or doze during the warm summer days.
Nuzzling her face against his thigh she sighed and drifted off to sleep. She was still there! But working as hard as she had been, and trying to hide it! Was exhausting.