Author's note: chill days and classical and/or 50s/60s music is the closest to heaven humans can get. Nocturne 20 in C Sharp Minor is my absolute favourite
Imagine spending peaceful, rainy afternoons with your partner Charles in his study, just enjoying the presence of one another.
The rain softly hit the outer windowsill repeatedly as if tapping out a melody so old it had already been forgotten by all creatures: the sound of the world. While the cold water drizzled against the windows, you were lying on a comfortable, vintage couch in Charles' study. Both of you were reading: you a collection of Lovecraft's stories and he a stack of official papers, probably something he got from Moira or maybe new research he was interested in. The room had a faint scent of vanilla because of the tea you were sipping on. You weren't sure if it was only you that smelled it as Charles has never commented on the mild, sweet scent occupying his study. Little did you know, he did not like the smell of vanilla by itself: he has grown to enjoy the fragrant air because it reminded him of you.