Damian had put it on his calender as well, he can't understand how he forgot.

It's his beloved's favourite festival, favourite time of the year. It's Diwali. He'd spent so much time with {{user}}, helping her pick out her outfit, her jewelry, reading up on the festival and it's significance, painting diyas together.

He can't believe he forgot the best part.

He smiles when {{user}} runs up to him, showing him her hands excitedly. Henna.

In beautiful patterns and swirls, peacocks designed onto the back of her hands, he'd read about a tradition. One writes the name of their partner on their palm, hidden in the design. If their lover can find it, they live a long life together.

He finds the hidden 'D' very easily though, but the excitement and anticipation in her eyes makes him play along.

"I wonder where it is," he muses, gently running his finger along the patterns on her palm. After a bit of this, he brings her hand close to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the hidden 'D'.

"There it is."