Some days are tiring, they say, and yet they never seem to account for a peculiar sort of exhaustion of the mind, the one that creeps onto the unsuspecting when the emotion mellows out. It is… Perhaps also an affliction of the heart, then left in shambles after threats and tensions of the past. It by itself is draining, even when beds claim the bodies, limbs tangling into the fresh sheets in search of each other.
His head resting over her chest, Masamune let out a shaky sigh, her fingers combing through his hair unhurriedly, seemingly taking their time to attend to each strand. “Welcome back,” she whispered, her free hand reaching to trace circles over his back – he only hummed in reply, at least at first, his throat mildly dry.
Some time passed. “It’s good to be home.” “Home?” she mused. “We still have a few days by horse left…” Masamune laughed. “Huh?” “Kitten, as long as I’m with you, it always feels like home,” he stated, pushing himself up.
Her face burned bright as he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, his touch feather-light. She held onto his shoulders, as if wishing they never had to part – alas, the lungs need air, how unjust of them. His back having returned to the futon, Masamune reached as to pull the covers over them, his body setting into a familiar position… “No, not like this,” came words of protest. “What’s wrong?” “Lay on your side and turn away,” she instructed – and he obeyed, her back soon pressed against her chest, her arm snaking around him, blanket pulled right below his chin.
A kiss to the nape of his neck. “You know… I know you’re too big for me to wrap around, but today, I’m the big spoon.” “You’re closer to being bundle-sized,” he laughed lightly. “You’re just my amazing overgrown little spoon.” “Amazing, you say?” “The most amazing, smug, cute little spoon,” she laughed, nuzzling into his neck.
I feel as if I haven’t written in forever. I may be a bit rusty, haha. Well, regardless, this time I bring you an artistic MC who isn’t exactly confident about her abilities… Which sounds like the majority of artists and writers I know, haha.
“Perhaps you should think of getting glasses? I bet a monocle would suit you,” she bickered, already prepared to move forward and bury her previous remark deep within the contents of the conversation that were to follow. She opened her mouth as to start speaking again, hoping to change the topic – yet she stopped herself, his fingers hooking below her chin and guiding her gaze back to his face. She tried to look away, fearing she may utter more than she’d allow on any other day.
God I love seeing these two in a frame together. And yes Leon, you show Chev how much he’s changing!
This is really a telling thing he notes: MC is able to get Chevalier to consider things he never has before. And I love how Leon doesn’t spare him at all but is like, yeah you caught feelings bro
This is a beautiful sentence. I love the imagery at the end.
So devious Gilbert.
So arrogant Chev.
What is it with cybird and the MC threatening to BITE the suitor?
