𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔥𝔪𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢-𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

S A D N E S S

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-It was a Saturday night, you and Brahms were doing your normal routine, getting him in the shower, then afterwards you'd eat supper, brush your guys' teeth, read a chapter of the book, and then head to bed.-

-You handed Brahms a towel and he slipped off his shirt, taking the towel and setting it on the toilet seat as he looked at you. He tossed his shirt into the hamper and sighed. He wasn't a big fan of how you wanted him to be keep himself clean, shower every day and take care of himself. Brahms narrowed his eyes as you looked at him, eyebrow raised. He grabbed you by the shoulders, turned you around and shoved you out the door.-

-You growled under your breath and shoved your foot in the door before he could shut it.

"Brahms. I need to clean your mask, we made a deal. Once a week, and it's Saturday, hand it over."

You heard him shuffle around and there was a loud sigh from behind the door. A small 'click' was heard not too long after, and he shoved his mask through the little crack in the door, quickly slamming it shut and locking it before you could have any chance of getting a peak at his face.-

-You smiled at the mask in your hands, feeling like you accomplished something. You walked away from the hall, going down the stairs and into the kitchen. You checked on the crock-pot, looking down at the yummy smelling meat and carrots. Mask still in your hands, you shut the lid and made your way over to the sink.-

-You hummed softly as you turned on warm water, grabbing the dish soap and pouring some on a soft cloth. You began to clean the entirety of the mask, outside, inside, and the straps. You started this routine just last week, when you realized that after he would work outside, gather firewood, etc. he would get very dirty, including his mask. He didn't trust you yet, so he didn't sleep in his little bed in his childhood room, he stayed in his room in the walls. That added another thing that fell into his hair and onto his mask, dust and grime. So you'd imagine it was always pretty dirty because he never took it off-

-Once you finished, you dried it with a paper towel, and then took it into the downstairs bathroom to take a blow dryer to the cloth straps.-

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-Walking back upstairs with the clean mask in hand, you set it next to the door outside the bathroom. After a few minutes of being in your room, folding laundry and what not, you heard the bathroom door open and then shut again. A few small clicks were heard, signaling that he had put his mask back on. Brahms walked down the hall to your room, and he stepped inside. He stood silently, and you looked at him with a soft smile-

-"Done?" He nodded and you clapped your hands together.

"I made a roast and some carrots, they smell wonderful, let's go eat dear." 

He followed you out of your room, making sure he shut the light off and shut the door behind him. You were very much shorter than him, so he looked down as you walked in front of him. You seemed to fly down the stairs, and he smiled. He could tell you were very proud of yourself for making a dinner that was most likely going to be delicious.-

-He entered the kitchen and sat at the table, watching as you plated the food and got you both drinks.-

(Time skip because I'm lazy and it's 3am)

-After dinner and brushing your teeth, Brahms and you headed into the living room where you read a chapter of his favorite book. He listened quietly, hands in his lap as he sat on the couch. After you finished, he put the book back in the bookshelf and followed you upstairs and into his childhood room.-

-"Would you like to sleep in here tonight?.." He thought about it for a moment and took a deep breath in before he decided to plop down on the bed. You smiled and pulled the covers aside, letting him slither in the bedsheets. You tucked him in and fixed his hair, watching him get comfortable in the bed. You leaned over him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips of the mask before heading over to the door and turning off the light.