This is a story written to @Eseme's prompt to my Valentine-day Prompt Call.
There were things that had rules, rules they had established through the years of their relationship. There were things that were too small for rules, or too mobile, or simply too unpredictable — they had a Rule about neighbors but not one that encompassed the entirety of living next to dragons, for instance. And then there were things that were too big for Rules.
Their Time was one of those. They didn’t call it date night, because more often than not, neither of them wanted to deal with crowds or even quiet, intimate restaurants. They didn’t call it parents’ time, the way some of their friends did, because it was time to not be parents, or a warlock and a witch, but simply Aud and Sage.
Jin had agreed to watch the younger children, as he did most weeks, for a reasonable going rate that meant they didn’t have to try breaking in a new babysitter — a situation always fraught with difficulties when one lived in Smokey Knoll. Aud and Sage took their dinner up into the tallest tower in their house, into a room they saved for times like this; the children were instructed to only interrupt in the direst of emergencies.
Sage lit the candles. Aud poured the wine. They sat together on the divan and looked out over the city, watching the lines of magic flow through the enchanted viewing-glass in their observatory. They held hands, each of them eating one-handed, and smiled, letting their own private magic flow between them.
They didn’t talk much. There was plenty of time for talking, and they had said many of the things they might need to say already. They simply were, and when it was Their Time, that was enough.