Elizabeta sighed, running a fair hand through her long dark brown hair. It was definitely a very tedious task to sort all of her husband's many music compositions for the mere reason that he couldn't be bothered to do it himself. She noticed a crinkled piece of paper stuffed carelessly into the back of the bookshelf, and being unable to contain her curiosity, she slowly pulled it out, dusting it off. It appeared to be in terrible condition. Right when she was about to examine the sheet closer, it was snatched out of her hands. Glancing up, Elizabeta's green eyes met with her husband's violet ones.
"I was looking for this everywhere," he mumbled to himself, pushing his wire-rimmed glasses further up his aristocratic nose.
Another sigh left Elizabeta's lips as she rolled her eyes. "Roderich, you are so unorganized."
"Humph," Roderich sniffed, turning his head to one side and appearing to be very chagrined. However, he wasn't truly angry. "I have things to do."
With that being said, he spun on his heels and walked away stiffly, leaving Elizabeta all alone again.
She hung her head, lengthy sienna hair shadowing anguished jade green orbs. iIt's my birthday, and my own husband doesn't spend any time with me…/i she thought dejectedly. It wasn't usually like her to be like that, but she just couldn't help feeling a bit down. Letting a disappointed huff leave her mouth, she picked up a worn broom and resumed cleaning the house.
The moment she began to sweep up the multiple dust bunnies littering the marble tiles, the sound of beautiful piano playing began to drift through the clear air. It was a familiar, nostalgic tune that made Elizabeta's heart clench painfully. She couldn't quite place her finger on where she'd heard that song before. Closing her eyes, she followed her sensitive ears into Roderich's piano room. Without even needing to see, the Hungarian knew exactly where her husband was and stood behind him silently, letting the soothing notes ease her soul.
It came to her in one fleeting moment; the song was a lullaby he had composed for her on their honeymoon. She snapped her eyes open, only to see that he was now facing her, a deep roiling emotion evident in his usually cool violet pools. Sweeping down onto one knee, Roderich pulled out a tiny white box and handed it to her with the teeniest of smiles.
Elizabeta grasped the container with quivering hands, fumbling to open it. Inside was a fairly large brooch made of shiny black onyx that glimmered in the light. The accessory was shaped like an eighth note.
"Happy Birthday, Elizabeta." Roderich murmured, flashing a very rare smile that vanished within mere seconds. "Wear this on your chest."
Tears of joy welled up in the corners of her eyes as she whispered over and over again, "Thank you, Roderich!" Flinging her arms around his neck in an uncharacteristic manner, she kissed him on the cheek.
"By the way, why did you want me to specifically wear this on my chest?" she wanted to know.
"…because you're the music of my heart," he replied quietly. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
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