Tin Man drabble: Little Details
"You've got a few grey hairs," Cain observed casually. His view of Glitch's untamed curls was handy, as the advisor was sitting in his lap.
Glitch twisted around to glare at his lover. "I most certainly do not, Wyatt. Only old people get grey hair."
Cain smirked and tugged at one of the offending strands. "Is that so, sweetheart? And exactly how old are you?"
"I'll have you know I'm - um," Glitch blinked, eyes glazing as he searched his half a brain for the right number. When it remained elusive, he blushed and bit the side of his lip. "I don't know, actually. I can't remember."
Arms tightening around Glitch's waist, Cain leaned forward and kissed his nape. "Don't worry about it, we can find out."
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Figuring the most likely person to know the answer to his question was the Queen, as she was Glitch's oldest friend, Cain searched her out. He found her reading quietly in her office, fortunately alone. "Majesty, may I have a moment of your time?"
"Certainly, Mr. Cain," she smiled warmly at him, setting down her papers.
"Can you tell me how old Glitch is?"
The monarch considered for a moment. "Ambrose was always ten annuals older than my Azkadellia. I suppose that would mean he was born thirty-seven annuals ago. In fact, if I remember correctly after all this time, the occasion of his birth is only half a lunar cycle away on 0619."
"Thank you, Majesty, I'm much obliged for your help," Cain gave a short bow of his head before turning away. He still had fourteen days to plan his gift.
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Cain kept his short meeting with the Queen a secret. When the anniversary of Glitch's birth arrived, the Tin Man woke early and went down the the kitchen to pick up the items he had arranged ahead of time.
Glitch woke that morning to find Wyatt sitting on the bed next to him, a small tray resting between them. Looking up curiously, Glitch asked, "What's going on?"
Leaning forward to capture sleepy lips in a tender kiss, Wyatt answered, "Today is your birthday, sweetheart." He nudged the tray closer. "One piece of chocolate for every one of your annuals."
Grinning gleefully, Glitch sat up and looked at his gift. "There's an awful lot of them, Wyatt."
"Well, there's thirty-eight for your annuals and a heck of a lot more for the annuals I plan to spend in your company."
Even though it was Glitch's birthday, it was Cain who received the best gift that day.
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