“That’s the last of it.” said Simon nearly dropping a large box onto the hard wood floors. The newlyweds had just moved into their new home, a rather large home bought with the money Simon had hidden away. Although large, there was hardly enough boxes to fill more than one room, after all they didn’t have much going from the academy, to a small apartment, to their new home. Several of the boxes were full of kitchen supplies which, as Simon noticed, were not in the living room.
“Really? That’s great!” came Tartara’s voice from the kitchen. Walking in, the odin saw that she was already unpacking the glass bowls Tang had given them as a housewarming present. The Kitchen was large, with a walk in pantry and plenty of space for when the anima cooks for the entire family. He had made sure to buy a house with a kitchen like this one just for her. Looking around the box littered room, Simon smiled at the sight of the young woman stretching on her tiptoes to place the bowl on the top shelf of a cupboard.
He found it incredibly cute that she had to do that, well that and it also made him feel manly when he could help her out. Walking over, the one eyed odin easily plucked the bowl from her hand and placed it where she wanted it.
“I would have gotten it eventually…” She said a bit flustered her lips turning into a slight pout. Simon chuckled.
“I know love.” He grinned, and then laughed as the anima yawned. “Tired?” Tartara grinned slightly embarrassed.
“Yes, sorry it’s just been a long day…” Simon nodded in understanding. They had been working since early in the morning and he knew Tartara had a hard time sleeping the night before due to her visions, though she insisted on moving in today. “Do you want to take a nap?”
“Sounds good.” Simon smiled then gave a sound of surprise as Tartara pecked him on the lips and ran through the house excitedly. He stood there baffled for a moment before taking off after her. He caught a glimpse of her hair as she ran into their bedroom, furnished with only a mattress and a few pillows at the moment, but when he came to a skidding stop he saw she wasn’t in the room.
A giggle, light yet full of mischief echoed through the room.
“Tartara! That’s not fair!” Simon whined. He looked around for her shadow or any sign of her being in the room when two arms wrapped around his neck causing the two of them to tumble forward onto the mattress. Tartara laughed and rolled off of her husband.
“You’re not hurt are you Simon?” She asked brushing some of his coal black hair out of his eyes.
“No I’m fine.” He said a bit in pain where she landed on his back, but content with her touch. Tartara smiled, shifting closer to the odin becoming quiet in each other’s arms, tangled and warm. Simon lazily played with the ends of Tartara’s hair enjoying the soft cascade of copper he loved so much. Tartara absently traced circles on Simon’s chest until reaching up to remove his eye patch. Simon frowned as she revealed his scars, they were ugly and swollen, but his wife merely smiled and placed her lips gently onto the damaged skin.
“Sleep tight Simon…”
“You too Love.