marumayu:
She wouldn’t rub it, as instinctively it was. A smirk stretches across, hiding her guilt. It’s been ages. The mission had gone quite ugly before it managed to pull back up to the surface.
Sliver of a smile flicked on and off her lips in a nervous twitch, eyes focused on his chin. It was suddenly so difficult to speak- she had just gotten back from barking orders at countless subordinates and crowds. But not here, not alone. Not with him. Her voice had failed.
“S’rry- I got held up.”
His expression couldn’t hide the distaste of it all. But surprisingly it was felt more to himself. Time apart was caused by both, yet he put the blame on her alone. Visage softened, calming as he reached to take her hand rough pads brushing against her own, seemingly becoming more taut with age. He wanted to ask, are you hurt? have you been eating well? But nothing seemed to surface.
“Those kids, they’ve missed you.“ Yuki, Fuku a troubling pair – they seemed to be lashing out more with her absence.
Yuki. Fuku. Those punks. She missed them terribly. She was going to bury her face in each other their fur until they squirmed once she got a hold of them.
“Huh, thought you’d be a disciplinarian.”
Fingers wrapped around his. This was comfortable. Even if there was still awkwardness this far along, it was them. It was home.
