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Alistair (ex_bastardpr179) wrote in utr_logs,

A struggle for Alistair, especially, who was not accustomed to waking up to find a pretty face next to his. There were times in the mornings when he'd wake up from a particularly pleasant dream and would haev to wait for her to leave the bed, lest he carefully slink out before she awoke.

The Maker should have struck him down for that, he's sure of it.

Fortunately, such thoughts have been pressed aside for the moment, as this now is the time for celebration--not for reminiscing over particularly awkward mornings.

"Happy New Year!" The door to their flat is opened suddenly, and there in the doorway is Alistair, donning a HAPPY 2010 crown on his head. He looks ridiculous, all the more so because the accessory was intended for a girl.

In his hand, he holds one for her, too. So they can be matching. Royalty couldn't settle for less, could they?

Even if their crowns were made of cheap plastic.

"Here you are," he says, leaning down to crown his--well, whatever-she-was. He couldn't seem to say the word, let alone think it: girlfriend.

He presses his lips to her temple. "You look lovely today, did you know that?"