A date (same as always)

Valentine's Day means nothing to Vyxaria: it simply does not exist in her home world. However, what is dear to her precious and beloved siren becomes special to her as well.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

The afternoon sun streaming through the curtains wrapped itself in Cynthia's blond hair, making her look like a miniature version of the celestial body. The girl was sitting on the edge of the bed; a smile stretched across her face, dotted with tiny freckles and painted with a playful blush.

"It's past noon," Vyxaria said, "And what are you doing in my apartment?"

"You're asking as if you didn't give me the keys to it," Cynthia giggled and, getting out of bed, went to the door, from behind which the alluring smell of a high�"calorie breakfast was trailing, "I'm almost done in the kitchen, come quickly."

Vyxaria stretched like a cat. She returned home at dawn, as usual. Last night was not only damn profitable, but also damn exhausting. Of the six �" which is already quite a lot �" calls, three were massive parties. And how could Vyxaria let herself miss such a thing?

With great funtime comes great responsibility. Vyxaria lazily took a shower, styled her dark hair, applied makeup in languid scarlet tones, put on a charming black dress (very short and very tight, of course), matched it with a perfectly provocative red jacket. Gold jewelry to enhance the look �" and voila! Vyxaria goes into the kitchen to her dear siren like a model; the sound of black louboutins accompanies her.

"I'm ready to conquer the world again!" The succubus announced, full of energy, sitting down at the table. Her gaze immediately latched onto the toast with guacamole and scrambled eggs sitting next to a plate of fried bacon. Vyxaria loves it when Cynthia experiments with recipes found on the Internet, because it is the succubus who gets the honorable role of the taster.

"Of your clients and their parties?"

"What?" The toast stopped halfway to Vyxaria's mouth, "No, I'm conquering the world as a whole, Cynthie," The succubus smiled contentedly, "And there won't be any calls so early."

"Didn't Trexia say there would be more than usual today?" Siren asked, "It's Saint Valentine's Day, no one wants to be alone, and so on and so forth."

"Yes, but," Vyxaria slowly chewed a piece of toast, "I'm not dressed up like this for clients, Cynthie."

"Hmm?" Cynthia raised her eyebrows.

"It's not the clients and their parties who feed me the afternoon breakfast, it's not them who wake me up like the sun," Vyxaria took another bite of toast, "And I don't want us to be - not together - alone today."

There was a pause for a couple of long seconds. Cynthia stared at her girlfriend in surprise until she looked up from her toast.

"Why aren't you eating?" the succubus finally asked, "It turned out delicious, just like in a cafe."

"You've been saying for most of the week what a stupid holiday Valentine's Day is.."

"My opinion hasn't changed," Vyxaria rolled her eyes. She had already finished half of the toast, "We can go on a date any day. You don't need a special day in the calendar for this."

"And you're going to go on one with me today?" Cynthia looked like a little fish with her surprised face.

"No, damn it, with Trexia!" Vyxaria grinned, "With you, of course, with whom else?"

Cynthia got up from the table, ran up to the succubus and hugged her tightly. The egg almost escaped from the toast, Vyxaria quickly and deftly managed to put it in her mouth.

"And we're going to the movies?" Cynthia asked pityingly.

"Yes, even to the theater!" now it's Vyxaria's turn to be surprised.

"And to the aquarium?"

"To look at your distant relatives..?"

"And then to the restaurant!"

"Yeah, to eat a cheesecake.."

Finally, Cynthia pulled away from Vyxaria and giggled back into her seat.

"You're... acting weird."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Cynthia carefully picked up her cold toast, "I just thought we wouldn't be able to spend the day together."

"Nonsense, Cynthie," Vyxaria frowned jokingly, "I can spend every day with you if you wish. Today is the same day as always."

The girls laughed. Today, on Valentine's Day, they are together. They'll be together tomorrow, too. After another day, a week, a month, they'll be laughing over brunch the same way. Together. The same as always.

Fin.

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