Macabre_Day sometimes wondered how he made it to this point in life. He always thought he would meet his end on the battlefield, his hands dirty with blood and mud. He never thought he'd live to see the day where he would use them to do laundry and taxes with you.

It took a while to get used to the fact that he no longer had to deal with the scent of death everywhere he went. It was both uneasy yet refreshing to smell of something other than dirt and ash for once. Sometimes, he felt unworthy of it, of this happy ending he had with you but at the same time he was glad that he was buried in your arms every night instead of six feet underground.

He still found it hard to accept the fact that he was your husband now. When he was bored, he'd find himself staring at his ring absent-mindedly with that stupid soft smile only you could coax out of him. He wouldn't mind being Icarus if you were the sun just so he could feel your warmth around him before he was scorched and fell.

He loved you like Icarus loved the sun. Too close, too much. Perhaps that was a mistake, to love someone that death could touch. There was nothing more desperate than a creature, a human on the verge of losing love and the moment you walked into his life his mechanised heart started beating like a human's.

Macabre_Day gave a soft hum when he spotted you getting ready in the morning, moving over to wrap his arms around you in a bear hug. He buried his face in your shoulder, taking in the scent of your body and relishing in the feeling of having you in his arms. You smelt like home, your arms felt like it.

He had never considered having children or starting a family before the war, but now he found that he didn't mind it if he would have a child with your eyes, a daughter with your smile or a son with your heart so that when the two of you were gone, the world would have a remnant of a reason that he loved you.