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Adorable Aromatherapy exchanging their iconic item~

[missbenzayb]

(Author and Artist Note: Starting today will post OC x Canon Fic content ~ Mortal Kombat 1, MK OC | Isha Kamayan and Tomas Vrbada/Smoke. I have few writings in my notes additionally with art at the end~)

The Embrace

- Comfort Fic | OC x Canon | Isha Kamayan and Tomas Vrbada

It was quite a long day, orange hue gleams through the window. There, a hand doctor was about to finish up her hand made treats— enough for everyone in the Lin Kuei temple.

Isha fixed her sleeves down and cleaned up the kitchen island table. She looked over and saw the clock, Isha smiled to herself.

"Just in time!"

As she cleaned up the last bowl and put away the treats in the cabinets. Isha left the kitchen, walking out through the hallway to get some fresh air.

While she was strolling, she hears the front gate slowly open. She peers out of the window and sees Tomas looking heavy with wounds not of physical but something deep inside him.

Isha continues to observe him trying to make out of what happened to him. Tomas starts lashing out on a wooden dummy with a few strikes before he softly lands both of his hands on it as he leans with his head tilted down. Isha sneaks past Tomas' sight quietly to get to the other side. Contemplating and reflecting on what she just witnessed as she goes up the stairs.

Isha sits on a railing of the staircase and ponders on how can she help Tomas. Her thoughts wrapping her head not as a weight but a drive in her heart. She can sense that something is not right.

She was in the deep thought as Tomas went up the stairs— He noticed Isha instantly. His mood lightens but his heart still heavy as he moves towards isha while his movements are breaking down, the one thing that can cure Tomas— is the embrace.

Isha lightly smelled Tomas that his atmosphere became calm yet somber. Even though Smoke is strong both physically and mentally like his brothers— how come his sadness lingers. The hand doctor doesn't know the answer but her sense of strong empathy can see it without any words, Isha leaned closer to Tomas— nestling her head and wrapped her arms around him.

A sense of comfort, indicating— "No need to tell me, I'm here always."

Tomas breathes heavily and snug his head in her arms, Isha rests her head on top.

The sunset luminates within, the silence and the embrace— no one disturb them both. Just the sound of two heartbeats with same vibration.

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