I saw this interesting quote today "I told you I loved you once, if something changes, I'll let you know." And my mind immediately went to Anti-Cosmo. So here is a little thing I wrote today.
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Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda floated aimlessly around Anti-Fairy World. Anti-Cosmo was in a mood and his wife wasn't making him feel any better. Every time they passed a couple cuddling, kissing or holding hands, Anti-Wanda got a silly notion in her head that they should do the same. She quickly reached to place her hand in his.
"Will you stop touching me?" Anti-Cosmo abruptly turned to his wife, with a stern look.
"Aww, but I just love ya." She smiled as she rapidly blinked her lashes at him.
"Well, stop it!" He snatched his hand away.
Anti-Wanda's smile fell. She was the dimmest anti-fairy in existence, but she still had feelings. And sometimes she questioned if her feelings were ever reciprocated. Didn't he love her like she loved him?. She thought she remembered him telling her once that he loved her. But then again, she thought she knew a lot of things that, well, she didn't really know.
Anti-Cosmo ignored the hurt look on his wife's face as they continued to float onward. When they were finally home, he noticed Anti-Wanda was unusually quiet.
"Is something the matter, dear?" He asked as his wife floated quietly over to the sofa and plopped down on it.
"Jus thinkin'" She said, not looking at him.
"Care to elaborate?" He cocked an eyebrow in amusement.
"I jus wanna know somthin'"
"And what would that be?"
"Do ya love me?" She looked up at him hopeful.
Anti-Cosmo looked at her perplexed. Why did she always put him in these awkward situations? She knows he hated being asked such questions. Yet, just by looking at her, he could tell she was troubled.
"Why would you ask such an absurd question?" He floated closer to the couch so he was directly in front of her.
"I jus wanna know. Do ya or don't ya?" Her voice was slightly wavering.
Anti-Cosmo burst into a fit of laughter. He wiped a tear away as he looked at his wife, who didn't understand the humor.
"Oh, forgive me my dear, but you know how much I hate stupid questions." He said between breaths.
Anti-Wanda slumped into the couch and looked away. Her lower lip quivered and tears stung the back of her eyes. When Anti-Cosmo finally caught his breath from his laughing fit, he looked at his wife again and his smile fell. Perhaps she really was serious.
"Oh," he moved so he was sitting next to her on the couch.
When she didn't acknowledge him, he placed a finger under her chin and turned her head to face him.
"You're serious." He stated. She nodded her head in response. "Oh, Anti-Wanda, you already know I do."
"Then how come ya never say it?" She blinked back tears
"I..." he rubbed the back of his neck nervously before looking at her again. "Well, I already told you once. If anything changes, I'll let you know."
He got up to leave but felt something grab his hand. When he looked down, he saw his wife's fingers laced with his. He sneered at their hands interlocked within each others. This wasn't something he was accustomed to. Psysical touch just wasn't his cup of tea. But when he looked into his wife's hurt face, he sighed in defeat. He knew what she wanted and he had to decide if he could give it to her.
It wasn't until several seconds passed and a tear slowly rolled down her face, that he sighed heavily and sat back down on the couch next to her. He hated it when she cried. Almost as much as when she tried to touch him.
"Alright, alright. I..." He looked at her again and noticed he corners of her mouth twitch. "I love-"
"Awww, darlin' I knew it!" She cut him off and threw herself at him. "I love ya too!" She started kissing him all over his face.
He gently pushed her away, their hands still laced together. He leaned back on the couch and pulled her into his side, so she could lay her head on his chest.
"Yes, of course I love you." He said quietly. "I just didn't think I needed to remind you all the time."
She looked up at him with a big, toothy grin.
"Sometimes is nice." She said and laid her head back on his chest.
"I suppose if you really need to hear it, I could say it more often,"
She looked up at him again excitedly.
"But only when we're alone, like this." She nodded "and another thing, don't try to kiss me in public again."
Her smile fell at his chastising tone. He quickly softened at the way she shrank back.
"But for right now," he leaned in close to her face "we're all alone." And he placed a gently, caste kiss on her lips.
And the two anti-fairies sat in silence, cuddled on their couch with their fingers laced together.