→ send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve or send ’ 🎉 + diss ’ to turn away from my muse trying to kiss yours at midnight on New Years Eve. // @aoiinome
❝decided to join me, huh?❞ he flashes a smile in kisara’s direction as she takes a seat in the empty space next to him, shoulders lightly brushing against his own. he has a cup in his hands, the faint trace of liquor on his lips, and he offers the bottle to her—the perfect way to celebrate, if you asked him.
he doesn’t mind the company. when he thinks of it, this is his first time not in awa, surrounded by the pirates and the captain, getting drunk and dancing along to the music that’s filling the air; festivities that often lasted for days on end. it’s quite easy to lose time out here in the mountains, and perhaps the only reason he even remembers it’s the new year is because of the village they had just passed through wishing them good fortune.
there’s no celebration at their camp. only the light sounds of snores around them and the crackle of fire instead of fireworks. but at least he can see a sky full of stars—just as beautiful and breathtaking even after after all these years of staring at the same sky.
❝hm, i’m not even sure if it has hit midnight yet, but—❞ he shifts his attention towards her, discarding the drink and lifting his hand to hook a finger underneath her chin, turning her to face him. pausing, he observes her—admires her for just a moment. she’s brilliant under the moonlight, he realizes; her white hair and the vibrant light emanating from her appears like a halo. he is not so surprised she used to be a goddess.
breath in, he leans forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek, just at the edge of her mouth. then he pulls back a fraction, breathing out the words, ❝happy new year.❞
