“Obi.” Shirayuki’s voice carried like a whisper in the whirl of wind and snow. Her hair blew all over in such a way, Obi could only think of her as the Mistress of Winter.
“Mistress-“ Obi wasn’t sure what to say next. He knew he couldn’t stop her. Not when his mistress had her mind set on something.
“I…” she started, but shook her head. Her green eyes looked watery and the smile on her face broke him into a million pieces because he understood-understood what she was doing. She was saying-
“No, no…” He stumbled back, tripping on the uneven snowy ground.
“Don’t say it.” He closed his eyes. If he willed it enough, maybe this would all disappear. “Please.”
“Fine,” said Shirayuki. “I won’t say it. I’ll just do it.”
His head jerked up, and his eyes shot open just in time for Shirayuki forcefully grab hold of his face, and kissed him with just as much force. It was like the winter air had disappeared and Obi was encased in a summery warmth. Forget Mistress of Winter, his Miss was the Queen of Fire.
And Obi wrapped his hands around her small wrists, and she gasped against his lips and pulled back.
“Obi,” she said, lips swollen and breathless, “I’m not leaving.”
“I’m not leaving,” she said again, a smile blooming on those kissed red lips, “without you.”
Obi places one arm against his chest and bowed. “As you wish, Mistress.”
I drew a thing and posted on the Obiyuki discord then Mizzy magicked a fic out of the blue in what felt like an attempt to end my existence and now… idk, it feels like they belong together. <3 I’m sorry for posting ur writing I just love it so much
AnS © Akizuki Sorata
Art: Me
Fic: Mizzy
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