You Make Me Feel So Young (Alcina x Older!Reader)
Alcina’s golden eyes open slowly as the early morning sun shone through the curtains. She looks down at you, cradled against the curve of her body, your head tucked comfortably under her chin. She smiles to herself. This is the way the two of you have woken up every morning for decades, and yet Alcina can never seem to get tired of it.
You shift in her embrace as you wake, blinking your eyes slowly as they adjust to the morning light. Alcina holds her breath for a moment. Lately your memory had not been as clear as it once was and Alcina hoped, no she needed you to remember what day it was.
Alcina runs a hand through your thin graying hair. “Good morning, draga mea,” she says, placing a kiss on your forehead.
You smile back at your wife. Even after all these years, the sight of Alcina waking up next to you never failed to take your breath away. Her face is clear of her makeup, her wrinkles that were usually hidden by her pale foundation made more prominent. Her eyes crinkle in the corners as she smiles at you, her laugh lines like little accent marks indenting her cheeks.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. “And also...happy anniversary.”
Tears begin to well up in Alcina’s eyes. “Darling, you remembered!” she says, swiftly kissing your cheek in her excitement.
“Yes!” you say as you hold her close, running a thumb along her shoulder. “The doctor said I would have some days of clarity, when I would be more lucid. I’m glad today is one of those days.”
“As am I,” Alcina said, wiping tears furiously from her eyes. She gives you a watery smile. “Well, shall I help you get ready?”
You nod and Alcina gets out of bed and heads over to your side in a flash. She holds out her hand to you and you take it, wobbling slightly as you try to find your balance. Your center of gravity isn’t as stable as it once was. Alcina’s hand is on your back holding you steady, however. You hold her hand as she gently guides you to the vanity.
She sets you in front of the vanity, takes out a silver-back brush and begins to brush out your hair. As Alcina brushes your hair, you look around at the pictures that you have placed at the edge of the mirror. There is one that Alcina had taken of you when you were first courting. The two of you had been on a picnic. It was a particularly windy day and you were trying to brush the hair away from your eyes. You see your younger face break out in a sheepish grin as you realize that Aclina had taken that opportunity to capture the moment.
Another picture is of you and Alcina on your wedding day. The two of you are face to face holding one another’s hands. You are standing on the pedestal that Heisenberg had made himself so you could truly look into your wife’s aureate eyes as you made your vows. You can make out the glisten of joyful tears in Alcina’s eyes, her beautiful raven hair swept up into an elegant chignon.
Then there is the most recent picture of you and your family. Alcina is sitting in the chair and you stand behind her, one hand on her shoulder, the other on your cane, leaning against the chair for support. Bela and Cassandra had behaved remarkably well during the shoot, but Daniela couldn’t resist making the peace sign, much to Alcina’s chagrin.
“Looking at all these pictures of us really melts the years away, doesn’t it?’ you say, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
Alcina doesn’t smile back. Her brow is furrowed and her golden eyes look pensive. “Do you ever-” she begins to ask, but then she snaps her mouth shut as if thinking better of it.
You gently take the brush out of her hand, setting it on the vanity and turn to face her. “Do I ever what, darling?” you ask, kissing her knuckles.
“Do you ever...regret not taking the Cadou?”
You look at her, smiling sadly. “Dearest, we’ve been over this so many times.”
“I know, I know,” Alcina says impatiently. “But...have you?” Alcina begins to sign her hands nervously.
You take her hand and run circles over her wrist with your thumb as you collect your thoughts. “I know you would rather I did, but like I’ve told you before, I want to experience life in all its stages. All the good and the bad.”
“But your memory,” she says, her voice cracking. “It could fix your memory. Don’t you want that?”
“Of course I do,” you say gently. “But I also want my life to take its natural course. You can understand that, can't you?”
Alcina nods, tears falling on the top of her nightgown. You take your trembling hand and gently wipe her tears away from her cheeks with your handkerchief. “I understand,” she says, her voice thick. “I do, and I know I’m just being selfish. But I’m simply not ready to know a world without you in it. I don’t think I ever will be.”
You suddenly pull your wife in a hug, tucking your chin under her shoulder. “Let’s not worry about that today, darling,” you soothe, stroking her ebony hair. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have together, hmm?” You pull away, but hold her alabaster face in your hands. “Besides, it’s not often that 50th wedding anniversaries come around, do they?”
Alcina’s face breaks out into a wide grin. “It’s unbelievable,” she breathes. “It seems like almost yesterday.”
You run a finger along her cheekbone and she leans into your touch. “I still remember sitting at that table in the cabaret. I could hardly believe my shock when I realized that the gorgeous lounge singer was also my employer!”
Alcina’s eyes glitter with mischief. “Oh, but I knew who you were the whole time, pet,” she says, smirking.
“I know you did,” you laugh. “And to make matters worse you sang to me the whole time. I was practically another stage light with how much I was blushing!”
Alcina chuckled. “I couldn’t resist, especially when I saw how lovely you looked with all the color rushing to your face.” She takes your chin in her hand. “The way it looks right now.”
When you chance a look at your reflection in the mirror, you find your face is indeed as red as it was on that day over half a century ago. You are amazed that no matter how many years passed, Alcina still had the ability to make you feel like a young woman again.
Alcina brings your chin forward and briefly brushes her lips against yours. You press your lips to her cheeks, her laugh lines, her chin. “I love you,” you say, leaning your forehead against hers. “Always know that.”
“I love you, too,” Alcina presses a kiss to your brow before tucking her chin under your gray curls. “Happy Anniversary, draga mea.”