Iceland sighs as he walks into the house, his meeting ran longer then he expected and his nerves were fried. Even in his place politicians sometimes ran circles around each other and frustrated him to no end.
squawked at him and Iceland was in no mood for it. They ended up fighting for a few minutes when Mr. Puffin pretended to be the bigger man and flew off. The puffin would be back in a few hours but Iceland was thankful for the peace.
He rubs his forehead and walks around, it's when he notices the luggage in his bedroom that he remembers that Liechtenstein was there. He had forgotten.
He feels like a heel.
He hadn't seen her anywhere yet though. He starts to hear the sound of the shower running. He has a small smile on his face. He could knock and she's sputter something and rush, might even break or knock something over and she'd apologize over and over. Instead he sits outside the bathroom door, crosses his legs and sits his head against the wall.
"Ave Maria
Gratia plena…"
He listens to her, her voice, normally like a quiet chirp turns into the wind, it shifts the notes and dances along the air. It's a force to be accepted and listened to. Respected.
He feels the days stress slowly slip from his shoulders. When she hits high notes he gets goose bumps and his heart speeds up slightly. He's utterly under the call of her voice.
And she has no idea.
She'll stop singing when she gets dressed and he'll slink away from the door and he'll pretend he doesn't listen. That he's utterly bewitched and that her voice moves him. For these few minutes when she showers he becomes soothed.
He knows if she were caught singing she might not do it anymore and that simply was not a world he wanted. So this was his secret gift.
He hears the shower stop and he morns the end of this moment.