This is primarily the place we have to be, the place where we are. It is not our prison, but our home Where Two souls with a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one. And I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
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Fairy Tail Sekirei Princess Jellyfish Yu Yu Hakusho Chaos; Head B Gata H Kei: Yamada’s First Time Ouran High School Host Club Sword Art Online My Bride is a Mermaid Okami-San and Her Seven Companions .hack//Quantum Ova Welcome to the NHK Soul Eater Legend of the Legendary Heroes Black Butler Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple Kaze No Stigma Full Metal Alchemist Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood D-Gray Man Samurai Champloo Trigun Trigun Badlands Chrome Shelled Regios Dance in the Vampire Bund Ghost Hunt Blood+ High School of the Dead Angel Beats Moonphase Spice and Wolf Hetalia Hetalia World Series Kill la Kill Hama Tora Junjou Romantica ;-; Blue Exorcist Say “I Love You” My Little Monster RWBY Demon King Daimo Chobits YuruYuri Senyu Pandora Hearts Strike Witches Squid Girl Heaven’s Lost Property Clannad Clannad: After Story Amnesia Eden of the East Koi Koi Seven Rosario+Vampire Fruits Basket Popotan KissxSis Maoyuu Maou Yuusha To Heart 2 AD Elfin Lied
Chise fixes him with the sort of flat stare that either implies that she’s trying not to laugh at him, or she’s working up a great deal of patience to answer the question. Elias isn’t sure which.
“On the wall, Elias,” she answers, with that Voice of Infinite Calm.
Ah, so it’s patience she was after.
Elias tips his head down to look at the cans arrayed in front of them. Silky has deemed it necessary to repaint the cottage, and it’s a task grand enough that Chise and Elias have been recruited to help.
Well, it’s either that, or Silky had wanted to repaint and Chise had decided it necessary to help her. Again, Elias isn’t sure. And with paint colour names like, ‘Eggshell White’, ‘Strawberry Daiquiri’ and, ‘Sumptuous Cream’…Well, Elias thinks that he can’t be entirely blamed for asking the obvious question.
With the end of a clawed fingernail he pries open one of the lids, lowering his snout for a sniff. It hardly smells edible but, with him, near anything can be if he tries hard enough, or he’s desperate enough.
Perhaps the names come from more than just the colour.
He raises his head at the sharp, disapproving yell that sounds from behind him, fae-light eyes flickering in a slow blink. ‘Sumptuous Cream’ now coats the end of his nose. Chise’s gaze turns from exasperated to something resembling 'horrified’ as his tongue flicks out for a taste.
Nope. It’s definitely not for eating.
A beat, and then Chise is giggling in that way of hers that makes the entire room seem brighter and makes Elias’ chest constrict in a way that can’t entirely be healthy.
She approaches, reaching up with a cloth to wipe his nose clean. Obligingly he dips his head down for her, watching the play of emotion on her face as she cleans him.
Perhaps the cottage does need new paint, but Elias thinks that they already have the most important thing to keep the place fresh and bright and happy.