laography | 'cause somebody stole my car radio

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[ Is Alby a big romantic? Most people wouldn't say he was, and he'd be inclined to agree with them. He isn't unfeeling, of course, because he runs on emotion just as much as he does logic, but he isn't one for grand gestures of romance when the object of his affections knows the extent of said affections. But, sometimes, he goes out of his way to remind her of it.

It's on a whim that he decides to, this time. She leaves for work ahead of him, despite how long it took him to get her to wake up (as per usual), and when he's getting ready to leave, himself, he decides at the very last second to use one of his rarely used sick days to do something special.

A part of him wonders if it's a good thing or not that it takes literally the entire day to set up, but all the same, he does it. Alby goes out and buys flowers, perennials that'll alternate amongst each other-- because amongst the spring and summer stock, he's hidden some plants and flowers that find their bloom in autumn and winter, to maintain that bright color-- and even bouquets from the flower shop for something inside.

By the time he's done, the front yard and the back both have greenery and bright colors woven all throughout the freshly turned soil, and inside there are vases filled with flowers in every room of the house. Alby surveys his work, cleaning his hands of dirt on a rag as he stands on the front porch. Did it cost a great deal of money? Certainly, and it was damn hard work. But he doesn't regret it, not when he knows his Newt so well.

Just one look at her in the morning had told him that she needed something like this, something bright and alive to remind her that her life isn't all darkness. Because he doesn't want to see her as down as she'd been before, when they'd nearly lost her. Alby can't stand the idea of her going through that again. ]

[ sometimes newt wakes up sad.

this is just a fact of her life--there are good days and bad days, sad ones and happy ones. it doesn't matter who she spends time with, or where she goes, it just happened. and that's okay, and she's learned to cope with it mostly, but lately, things have just been going into a downward spiral, and moreso than ever. maybe it's work, feeling like she's stuck in a rut--maybe she's scared of something that might happen, worried she might lose alby for some stupid reason, scared of shucking everything up big time and shutting down to push everything away. she's never been the type to withdraw, but she's done it in the past couple of days, carefully slipping out of bed in the mornings and keeping quiet at night, eating her dinner with her head down and going to bed early. alby must be worried, she knows he is, and maybe he has a right to be, but. newt is unlovable and she's always wondered when he'd just figure that out.

so, today passes in one of those sad days. she comes home on the bus, carrying her heels in her hands and limping down the street towards their little house, when the first thing she spots are the flowers. for a minute, newt thinks she might have the wrong house, but, no, she can see the welcome mat they picked out together a week after they bought the place. it's home, alright, but something's off.

brow furrowing, she opens the front gate and steps inside, and the sight of it honestly takes her breath away. the flowers are beautiful, and everywhere, and newt's honestly so touched she doesn't think she can move as she looks up and stares at alby, waiting on the front porch. she just looks, for a second, like a tiny, lost puppy, her huge brown eyes wide, tears rimming the edges, and it occurs to her that she can't even really speak, so newt swallows the lump in her throat and shakes her head, absolutely amazed. ]

[ Once his hands are cleaned, Alby tilts his wrist a little to look at his watch. Newt should be home shortly, and hopefully the day didn't drag on too long for her. Even for him, it feels like they do when Newt finds herself at a low-- he's always worried for her, even if she promised him she'd never try to take her life again. It's hard to soothe that concern, because he's been there. He's hit the bottom before and he's been stuck there, and he knows what that feeling is like. But she managed to take him out of it, and give him a purpose.

He can only hope he does the same for her. It's why he's planted flowers around the house, turned their yard into a garden and lined the fence with daisies-- with white petals and golden centers and bright yellow petals with deep, black centers alike-- so the first thing she sees when she comes and goes is something bright and warm.

Looking up when he hears the gate open, he reaches and tucks the rag into the back pocket of his jeans, offering her one of his rare but gentle smiles as she takes everything in. That's a much better look for her, rather than the deep sadness that she'd walked out with in the morning. But he understands that place that she finds herself in, even if it still occasionally scares him when she hits rock bottom. Though she'd promised him that she'd never hurt herself again, he still worries, just wants her to be happy.

It's never so easy as a promise, not always. But he tries to help where he can. ] Welcome home.

[ everything's beautiful and newt's almost a little overwhelmed by it all; she runs a hand through her blonde curls, pushing them away from her face, like she needs something to do with her hands in order to process. and she does, really, because this-- this is a lot. alby's not known for large, romantic gestures, and that's fine, she doesn't mind.

but sometimes he surprises her, and that's where she is right now.

she covers her mouth for a second to try and hide her smile--for just a second, it blooms up across her cheeks, enough to crinkle her eyes and newt laughs, just a little, unable to quite keep the joy of the whole moment contained. she drops her heels and takes a couple tentative steps forward towards him, and then, she's running, taking off even with her limp, ascending the three steps onto the porch and basically throwing herself into his arms.

it's beautiful, she thinks to say, but all she can really do is smile, burying it tight in the crook of alby's neck and shoulder and holding onto him tight. ]

[ The moment that Newt drops her shoes on the walk, Alby shifts his stance. It's a subtle adjustment, but he knows what's going to happen when he sees them go down, sees the squint of her smile even as she tries to cover it up. There are tells, little things he'll always be able to pick up - even when she tries to mute them, either in delight or depression. So he shifts a step back, so she can get up the steps without running smack into him, and so that he can take her weight.

Not that Newt weighs much, and not that she ever has. They're practically the same height, which is hilarious to them and their friends, strange to outside observers. (As if biracial couples aren't still given the stinkeye, but Alby just politely gives them his facsimile of a smile that Minho has said looks more like a bear wanting to take someone's head off.)

Wrapping his arms around her middle, he lifts her up off her feet, taking the weight off of her bad leg and what must be aching soles from wearing her heels at work. He tucks his face into her shoulder, rocking her gently while he holders her up, keeps her anchored to his broad chest as he breathes in the soothing scent of her where he tucks his face into her shoulder in return. ]

'cause somebody stole my car radio

absolutely.

c:

No more sads tiny baby.

;u;

oh god I need to sleep now that Lina is out but ONE LAST TAG