Although they had not made up enough to be lovers, Ctassail and Arda went to bed as friends. The next morning Arda woke up. She checked the date on her phone and realized it was her birthday. It was time for her to have a good day, after all she might not have a birthday next year.
Arda thought of Ctassail and how in all his years, he probably had never celebrated a birthday. He had told Arda that he was born before humans kept calendars. Arda thought if today was her birthday, they may as well celebrate Ctassail's too.
"Moring, sleepy!" Ctassail said to her.
"Today's my birthday, Letmme sleep..." begged Arda.
Ctassail smirked. A birthday...how mortal. "How old are you today, Arda?" he asked.
"A gentleman doesn't ask and a lady doesn't tell...let's just say I'm older than eighteen and younger than you." teased Arda. Peppering him with butterfly kisses.
Ctassail tossed his head back and laughed "Older than eighteen and younger than me...well I suppose I can live with that." He couldn't remember the last time he laughed. What was this woman doing to him?
He crawled on top of Arda and began kissing her.
"We need to celebrate your birthday, don't we little kitten?" Arda didn't say anything back, she simply wanted to remain in his warm embrace.
I've summoned you some clothes, Arda. They're in the drawers I hope they fit, though judging by how much weight you've lost in your sickness, they might be a little loose."
"You summoned me clothes?" she said, feeling like an idiot repeating him.
He smiled and it seemed that all her anxieties melted away. Ctassail had a beautiful smile.
"I promised to help you and take care of you, Arda. I am a man of my word."
He rose and she found herself trying very hard not to stare at him as that godlike body moved with the grace of a cat. He opened a few drawers in their room and smiled a little naughtily.
"I actually enjoyed shopping for you. Clothes today, especially women's clothes, are so different. They're not as confiding. Surprise me with what you wear. Have something daring.