⋆˙⟡ @crimestruck ✦ continued from here
The moment he lifts her, her arms find their place around him, embracing him with the same certainty he offers her. Never once does she try to pull away, nor does fear find any place within her heart. She wraps herself around him as readily as he gathers her into his arms, remaining there without hesitation when he sinks to his knees before settling atop her, close enough that scarcely any space separates them. The warmth of him and the solidness of his weight coaxes a contented sigh from her, her fingers drifting through dark strands with absent tenderness as though each touch were another way of saying 'I love you'.
❝ It's okay. You're home now, the day is done. ❞ The words fall scarcely above a whisper, accompanied by a smile gentle enough to soften every syllable. Her hand drifts through his hair before tracing slow, comforting paths along his back, each caress carrying a promise: she is here, and she is not going anywhere.
Silence lingers between them, wrapped beneath an evening sun that serves as their blanket while the grass cushions her as softly as any pillow could. She loses herself in the rhythm of loving devotion until a thought blossoms too brightly within her chest to remain unspoken.
❝ Ichiro... let's get married. ❞ Her smile blooms with the confession, warm enough to brighten her entire expression. ❝ We could have a big celebration later but right now we would only need two witnesses. I'm sure Kana and Aoki would help us. We'd sign the paperwork, return it, and that would be all, we'd be married. ❞ Every detail leaves her lips with soothing certainty, revealing a familiarity that could only come from hours spent researching the process long before this moment ever arrived. She has thought countless times about marrying him.
She waits until sea-and-sky meets ruby. ❝ ...If I'm married to you, then I'm yours in every way the world understands. ❞ The admission is little more than a breath, meant for him alone. She has already given herself to him in every way her heart knows how, but perhaps something tangible, a signature, a document, a promise recognized beyond themselves, might quiet fears that love alone has not.
Only now does she stir, making it so that she may brush fingertips along his jaw. ❝ And... if that still isn't enough, maybe you could put a tracker on me. Or in me, though I'm not sure it would stay... ❞ Thoughtfulness briefly steals across her features as she considers it in earnest. Considering her body rejected brandings of ink, it would be hard to imagine a device would withstand.
Fondness unfurls across her face as naturally as sunrise, impossible to conceal and offered to him without reservation. ❝ If it gave you peace of mind, I'd do it without a second thought— besides it would help when I got lost.❞ A far too common occurrence when it comes to her and wandering.
