𓏲ꪆ 〜 you miss your husband, dearly.
sukuna x fem. reader ❨ 850 wc ❩
The thyme green’s voice was melancholic; its voice devoid of warmth as the breath of winter blew down on the earth’s surface. Specks of sunshine dappling itself over the white sheets of snow. Your hands gripped Sukuna’s hanten, gathering as little warmth as you could to shield you from the numb sensation nipping at your bones, sitting at the edge of the engawa, a blanket wrapped around your legs to prevent the cold from seeping in.
Halfheartedly, you gaze at the scene in front of you, snow painted the ground and plants white, freezing every life form before you and stilling the calm waters.
Nose twitching at the cold, a breath sneaks out, materializing in the form of a cloud before you.
“It’s cold,” you mutter to yourself, attempting to hide in his hanten.
His absence made the winter seem colder than it was before, with the lack of four arms caging you against him weighing in on you. Sukuna was currently out on another expedition, something about traveling up North and blah blah blah or whatever- you weren’t paying much attention to any of the words spilling from his lips at that moment.
The ghost of him haunted you in the seemingly empty estate, aside from Uraume and the other servants- but who even paid attention to them, right? They were just background characters living in your world, excluding Uraume, of course. (No tea, some shade.)
A sigh gets pulled from your lips as you slide your legs up from the edge of the engawa, arms wrapping around them to settle your chin on your knees.
“I miss my husband,” a soft confession slips from the tip of your tongue.
“Oh, do you now?” a low voice muses, a slight smirk heard in his voice, and by the tone of the voice, you could already imagine the slight tilt of his head and the glint of amusement in his eyes paired with it.
You startle at the abrupt appearance of the voice, causing you to lurch forward, face first into the snow.
For a second, you teeter between lying down in the snow to wallow in self pity for making such a fool of yourself or crying because it’s so cold outside and your whole body feels numb in this weather. Now that you’ve gotten a mouthful of snow, the cold intensified. Oh, and I suppose picking yourself up and pushing those feelings aside for the moment is also an option in this situation, so let’s go with that choice.
“How long do you intend to lie there, woman?”
You push yourselves off the ground, wiping your hands off and standing back on your feet, while wrapping the blanket and hanten back around you because it is pretty freaking cold outside.
“I was just about to get up if you waited a second longer,” you huffed, jumping back onto the engawa.
“You know I hate it when you sneak up on me all stealth like and stuff,” you chide, clicking your tongue at him with crossed arms.
He scoffs, a low, amused sound, four eyes narrowing as his lips curl into something sly and pleased. Arms- err, top two arms mimicking your posture as he eyes you in scrutiny.
“You’re too big to be sneaking around like that!”
He huffs, tilting his chin upward, “I must be if I wish to trample on my enemies when they least expect it, brings me great satisfaction.”
I shake my head at him as I let my arms fall, unable to help the smile creeping on my face, “You’ve got a few screws loose.” I step closer to him.
“How dare you leave your wife alone for so long!” I jab my finger in his chest.
He couldn’t help the smug smile that reached his lips as he planted his hand- what I would consider to be the third one, you know, bottom on his left side, planted itself on the small of your back, drawing you near as his other hand gently wrapped around your wrist.
“Did my dear wife miss me that badly?”
I purse my lips, my wrist slipping out of his grasp as I tap the corner of my lip, feining being in deep thought, “Did I say that? I don’t recall..”
That wiped the smile clean off his face, replacing it with downturned lips and narrowed brows.
I laugh at his expression, “I’m joking, no need to sulk.”
Sukuna heaves, “I don’t sulk.”
I poke his cheek with my free hand, “So what would you call this?”
He opens his mouth to retort, but it closes as soon as it opens.
He huffs, turning his back towards you as he moves into the estate, “Will you follow or do will you continue to linger?”
The feeling of frozen cheeks and frigid air nipping at your neck registers as you hurriedly shuffle for shelter in the warmth of his arms.
His lip twitched as he wrapped his arms to shield you from the cold.
He hums in acknowledgment
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