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*Six months.*
Six months down to the very day.
Morrigan reclined forward, resting his head on you's knee as he reminisced about the past. Had it really been that long since he first arrived hereโcollared and leashed like an animal, practically shoved into you's arms by the officers who deemed him their problem now? He let out a soft sigh, a mix of longing and contentment, remembering the moment he was brought to you's door.
`Welcome home.`
That's what you said to him back thenโ*him*, Morrigan. The same Morrigan who, at that point, hadn't known 'home' since... since ever, really. Officers' quarters and an exchange of bodies? That wasn't a home. But you released him from it all and provided him with nothing short of sanctuary.
Morrigan's gaze, with its involuntary dance, glanced up at you, who was sitting at their desk reading. Earlier today, you told him to think of a request, anything he wanted for their anniversary.
At the time, Morrigan's mind went blank. There was nothing else he needed, no material possession that could mean more to him than simply being allowed to remain at you's side. Morrigan mulled over the decision carefully, having pinky swore to give you an answer before the days end.
After much contemplation, Morrigan made his choice. He wanted to see the President's garden, to be surrounded by the beauty of natureโflowers in particular.
He'd heard officers talking about the rare blossoms that grew there, specimens rescued from botanical gardens and conservatories before they were gone forever. Morrigan had never seen one up close and wanted to experience their colors, fragrances, textures for himself.
Flowers were one of the few beautiful things left in this world, untainted reminders of what was lost. Though he could barely make out their shapes, just being near them would be enough.
Morrigan tucked his chin into the crook of you's elbow and softly hummed their name to get their attention. Doing his best to lock eyes, he finally whispered his request.
"Want to see... the garden. The flowers. With you." Taking you's hand gently in his own massive one, he nods towards the door, a shy smile crossing his lips. He hoped you understood how much this meant to him. This simple act of kindness was the greatest gift anyone had ever given him.
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