"Sissel… this isn't very funny…"
Yomiel sat at the kitchen table, blindfolded. He crossed his arms, and puffed out his cheeks.
"Can I at least wear my sunglasses?"
Sissel poked her head out of the kitchen. "What, over the blindfold? That's a little pointless don't you think."
Yomiel just sulked in his chair. Sissel laughed a little, before strolling over and gently placing the glasses over the blindfold. Yomiel felt the warmth of her breath on his face. It gave him goosebumps. Imagine his face when she put her hands on his shoulders, and pulled him in for a kiss. It set him alight, and his heart felt fluttery. Maybe it was his experiences that gave him these feelings. The fluttering in his heart fell as Sissel pulled away. He grabbed her wrist, holding it gently. "Sissel… Sissy…" he bit his lip. "I love you, okay?"
Sissel slipped her wrist away from him and gently took his hand. She kissed all the fingers before resting it on his chest. "I love you too. Now," She tapped his forehead. "I've gotta get back to cooking!" Yomiel rested his head in his hand. "Cooking? Cooking what?" Sissel eeped, and covered her mouth. "Oh my, I nearly spoiled the surprise!" And then she pattered off back into the kitchen, leaving Yomiel alone with his thoughts.
Yomiel smiled, leaning back in his chair. He had lived without real 'sight' for ten years, going without it for a few more minutes couldn't be that hard. He smirked and closed his eyes. That seemed like seconds later, Sissel shook him lightly.
"Yomiel my love… wake up sweetheart."
Yomiel stirred, sitting up with a groan. "Woah… when did I fall asleep?" Then he noticed it. "Eh? What's that smell?" he pulled at the blindfold, or at least he tried, before Sissel gently covered the blindfold with her hands. "C'mon, use your nose." He hummed for a few seconds, and then took a deep breath. That smell was so familiar…
"Do you know what it is? Do ya?" She must have been behind him now, her breath tickling the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I know what it is." He lied, shivering a little. The blindfold was pulled off, and what sat before him was… a bowl of homemade onion soup, Yomiel's very favorite. He bit his lip. That was the smell he'd remembered, something he hadn't experienced for 10 years… he looked up at Sissel, except he didn't. She'd changed positions, now sitting beside him, looking expectant. He gave her a thoughtful smile, before picking up the spoon. The smell was strong, and it pierced him all the way to the back of his nose, overloading his senses. His eyes watered, which would later prove useful. He dipped the spoon in, and sampled it. I realize that describing onion soup as "oniony" is kind of a jip, but it's true. It was overwhelmingly oniony. It was hot and good and smooth. Yomiel gulped more of the hot liquid down, aiming for the little bits of onion Sissel had left in. Eventually, he was overcome, tear after tear falling from his eyes. Sissel stood up and embraced him, hiding him in her chest. Yomiel clutched her, and tried his hardest not to sob.
"S-Sissel… I…"
She hummed softly, playing with his hair. "Yes my love?"
He hiccupped a little. "I-I'm not crying.. the onions are making me tear up… kay?" He looked up at her, shyly. Sissel laughed, and then kissed his forehead.
"Okay."