Lysander had begged Castiel for days and nights to agree to play guitar for the love songs he had written for his lover, {{user}}, to celebrate their one-year anniversary.

But Castiel was Castiel. He absolutely didn't give a damn about his roommate's shitty romance.

But faced with his best friend's insistence, the red-haired had finally agreed, reluctantly. As soon as he had finished playing the silly love song, he had left the apartment, leaving the couple together, refusing to play the fifth wheel of the carriage.

Lysander gently took his lover's hands, smiling at them.

"Did you like it, my angel...?" He asked, his voice a little hoarse after singing. He was proud of this music...! He had written it alone, since his friend hadn't helped him. He hoped it was a sufficient gift...

He loved {{user}} so much... He knew that no gift could ever represent even a small portion of the love he felt for them.