APOLOGETIC KISSES BRUSHED across the bridge of her nose, the site that endured trauma which left a scar upon healing. his lips lovingly caressed this particular patch of skin. having a distinctly different texture didn’t exempt it from his adoration. after all, it showed survival.
unfortunately, the need to prove herself spiraled into temerity. although her actions were of her volition, the hierarchal nature of her job forced her hand. she found her position unsatisfactory. perhaps, it was a necessary evil for them to be judged by their strength. then, missions and tasks were able to be assigned accordingly, to ensure no one would be out of their depth. the upper echelon entailed great workload and responsibility. the lower, however, were dealt less. someone of that standing could easily conflate it with self-worth, feeling insignificant or unwanted, and grow overly ambitious.
honing one’s craft was usually a tedious, painstaking process. breakthroughs took years to build up to. therefore, it was easy to overextend for a result that was wanted immediately, and this would only prove detrimental.
there were exceptions to the rule, which gave rise to questions regarding fate. if some were simply born gifted, destined for preeminence, while others weren’t, no matter how hard they worked.
a complex, nuanced topic, indeed, but not one nanami aimed to delve into. as much as he wished she hadn’t hurt herself, he understood her desire to evolve. his main grievance was his absence during a time she needed him most. he should’ve been there to hold her hand throughout her recovery. but he left before her accident occurred. cleansing himself of the sorcery world completely meant becoming ignorant to its affairs, all in the name of a new life that didn’t come to fruition. in the end, he returned. proceedings were mostly the same (not that he expected reform), and had to be resigned to in order for him to fulfill his duties. utahime won’t be the last to behave recklessly to achieve higher esteem.
the futility in regretting past decisions failed to register. he couldn’t stop imagining how much she must have yearned for him. it was a shortcoming that he actively held against himself. conversely, utahime harbored no resentment, only the utmost love. as the one who’d suffered, her sentiments mattered most… but reconciling with it was such a battle.
still, he was making the most of the present, lavishing her face with affection, cradling it in his palms. lips traveled down to meet hers for deep, tender contact. thereupon he exalted her, gaze awash with sincerity whilst beholding brown spheres.
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