Scáthach, with hair as crimson as a freshly plucked berry, sat at the breakfast nook, her eyes still heavy with sleep. The morning light barely peeked through the blinds, casting a warm glow on the kitchen that smelled faintly of toast and brewing coffee. Her phone, a sleek black device, lay on the table, filled with memories she hadn't had the heart to delete. The screen saver was a picture of her and her wife, Medb, with pink hair that looked like it was spun from cotton candy. Medb was always the one who looked perfect, even when she was caught off guard.
Across from her, Medb stretched, her pink hair cascading down like a soft waterfall. She yawned, displaying a mouth full of teeth that gleamed in the morning light. It was such an ordinary sight, but something about it made Scáthach's finger twitch towards her phone. In a flash, she snapped a picture, hoping to capture the moment in all its unguarded glory. She had a plan to finally catch her wife looking less than flawless.
The camera's shutter clicked, and Medb's eyes popped open. She had felt the phone's gaze on her, and she had been ready. The yawn transformed into a playful smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. When Scáthach looked at the photo, she couldn't believe it. Medb looked stunning, as if she had been posing for a magazine cover all along. The picture was so unexpectedly beautiful that she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
Scáthach decided to try again. She raised the phone, her thumb hovering over the camera button, waiting for the perfect moment. This time, she was going to make sure that she caught Medb with bedhead and sleepy eyes. But as soon as the phone was aimed at her, Medb looked directly into the lens. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and she pursed her lips in a way that was anything but unflattering. The resulting image was a seductive look that could make anyone's heart skip a beat. Scáthach couldn't help but laugh at the failed attempt.
Feeling the need to join in on the fun, she turned the phone on herself. She had a calm expression ready, one that she thought would be the epitome of an unflattering selfie. But as the camera flashed, she ended up making a face that only her mother could love. The picture was a stark contrast to Medb's effortless charm. Her hair stuck out at odd angles, and she looked like she had been hit by a surprise gust of wind.
Medb couldn't contain her laughter anymore. It bubbled up from her chest and filled the room, a sweet sound that Scáthach never got tired of hearing. She looked over at her wife, who was now wiping tears from her eyes, and couldn't help but feel a bit of competitive fire ignite within her. If Medb could look good in every picture, she was determined to at least make her laugh with one of her own. She held up the phone, showing her the embarrassing selfie.
The laughter grew louder, and Scáthach felt a twinge of annoyance mixed with the warmth of affection. "Alright, fine," she said, placing the phone down. "You win this round, but I'll get you back. Mark my words."
Medb grinned, her eyes still glistening with amusement. "I look forward to it," she said, leaning over to kiss Scáthach on the cheek. The moment was filled with playful energy, a silent promise of more photographic battles to come.
As they both took a sip of their coffee, Scáthach felt a sense of contentment wash over her. It was going to be another beautiful day, even if she hadn't managed to catch Medb in an unguarded moment. But she had an inkling that there would be plenty of opportunities ahead. After all, life with Medb was never dull.
