"Who is my heart waiting for?"
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"Who is my heart waiting for?"
❝ @valiancie ❞ ┆ CONTINUED.
Long limbs draped under the towel stir with a content grace as the soft fabric pats the moisture from his skin. Craning his neck, Edward closes his eyes, immersing himself in the calming effect of the motions. Occasionally, his grey eyes fall upon his wife and he smiles every time. Her soft touches are welcomed, adding to his post-shower state of relaxation. Dark blond curls stick to the side of his face, his fringe is glued to his forehead by the weight of the water. It’s too long, he mentally notes to himself while Elizabeth continues her quest of drying her husband off.
‘ So thoughtful, that you are taking care of me like this.. ‘
Intently does she concern herself with drying the parts of him that he cannot reach, despite length of limbs for such a tall man. When she caught Edward looking at her, Elizabeth tipped her head forward to press her lips against the nearest patch of dry skin, that was his shoulder.
“ t’is a wife’s duty to take care of her husband is it not?”
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"Kurosaki." Chirped Yoruichi, while she shunpo'd directly behind him folding her arms underneath her bust.