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marius feels his head throb, the beginning of a headache right behind his eyes. he presses the base of his palms into his eyelids.
“mr. von hagen, that was the final meeting of the day.” vincent says quietly, noticing the young masters discomfort.
“thank you, vincent,” marius dismissed him before sighing. the day is finally over.
he can finally go back to his beloved. to his home .
marius makes his way through the building, stripping himself of his uncomfortable outer coat. hes left in a dress shirt and pants as he climbs into his car, starting the engine after a moment.
he can’t wait to see her.
after a short drive, he pulls up to his ( their ) studio apartment.
he unlocks the door quietly, walking in to see rosa sitting on the couch in her pajamas.
“my love, i’m home,” he approaches her, dragging his feet behind him. “you’re done with work early,” he plants a kiss on her forehead when she peers up at him.
“mhm,” she hums gently, closing her eyes. “i’m so glad i didn’t have overtime today.. what about you, beloved?”
marius leans further over the couch, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. her hands comes and rubs the back of his exposed neck.
“rough day?”
“mm”
“go shower and then we can cuddle,”
“jiejie..”
“go on, dear.. i’ll put on your favorite show,”
rosa pats his back as he drags himself back up and deeper into their apartment.
marius showers quickly, changing out of his stuff clothing to a pair of sweatpants and a paint stained baggy shirt he wears when going to paint. he shuffles on socked feet back to their couch, his hair half dried.
he flops down beside rosa and closes his eyes, listening to the show playing on the screen.
“your hair’s still wet, mari,” rosa reaches up for the towels around his neck, rubbing the rest of the water from marius’s hair.
“mm, you’re so good to me, jiejie,” he whispers after she finishes drying his hair and pulls him closer.
“and you’re so good to me, darling,”
marius peers up into her green eyes, seeing the sincerity in them. his heart thrums louder.
( she truly is his home, isn’t she? )
he buries his face into the crook of her neck, hiding himself. “jiejie, work was so tiring today,”
“i’m sure it was, my love.” her fingers comb through his soft hair, her lips pressing a small kiss to the top of his head and his chest fills with warmth. “you did so well, rest all you want now,”
“mm.. you too, lovely, i’m proud of you..” he responds, humming into rosa’s neck.
she giggles slightly, pulling him closer.
“you’re so silly, mari,” she pulls his face up to hers, kissing him sweetly. marius presses back against her, gently, trying to convey all that he feels in this moment.
( how warm he feels. how loved . )
rosa giggles, pulling away and pressing their foreheads together. “let’s just cuddle today, darling..”
“you always have the best ideas, my muse..” marius replies, curling up around her body gently.
his arms encompass her waist and their faces are close enough that they’re sharing breaths.
the show is a low hum in the background, and marius finds that he is much more into watching her eyes flutter as she fights off the drowsiness she feels. rosa’s eyes shut for a second, and marius takes that moment to kiss her eyelids softly.
“sleep, my love,”
rosa sighs in response, curling herself closer to him and tucking her face under his chin. marius runs his hands over her back soothingly, hearing her breath even out slowly.
marius takes a strand of her brown locks, twisting it around his finger. he feels his mind start to drift as time slowly passes, and he makes sure not to shift his sleeping beauty too much as he moves. pressing one last kiss to the top of rosa’s head, marius nods off.
—
he dreams of her.
he dreams of her smile, her laugh, her kisses, her love.
he dreams of her comfort, of her hugs. dreams of them lasting until the day they die, rings on their fingers and..
he knows that’s the future he wants.
to live with her. to be with her. simply exist with her, for the rest of their time together.
—
marius wakes to rosa nuzzling into his neck, and a comfortable warmness surrounding him.
in the next second, he notices the discomfort of his neck, and how sore his limbs seem to be.
the sun is streaming into his barely opened eyes, and he groans, turning to bury himself into rosa. she smells of flowers and home, and marius inhales deeply.
he feels rosa shift slightly, hears her breathing change as she wakes up slowly.
“mari..”
“mornin, sweetie,”
“stopp..” rosa whines, though she still burrows further into his arms.
“c’mere, lemme kiss the love of my life,” he says quietly, pulling her impossibly closer.
“not with your stinky morning breath, babe,”
“jiejie.. don’t you love me..?” marius pouts into her hair, mumbling still.
“of course i do,” rosa replies, and marius can nearly hear the eyeroll in her voice.
( well, he thinks, this is something i would gladly get used to doing for the rest of my life.. )