“I feel like an angel baby swaddled in a cocoon of cloud candy.” ( i can't remember if i sent this before or not whoops )
mmmmmm!→ no more memes pls ☆ @futureheld
Chibiusa has this enormous bathroom, sparkly white and neatly organized. The fluffiest towels he’s ever seen stacked on a shelf; actual flowers set out in a small vase on the double sink next to a vanity tray; fairy lights around the ceiling baseboards. Cloud may have stashed his own toothbrush in a drawer the last time he was here, but she obviously found it and moved it to sit next to hers in a little holder cup, topped with a bunny-shaped cover. He clicks it off and sets it carefully next to a box of tissues, mouth quirking upward and feeling only mildly abashed at just moving in without asking, even if it’s only a toothbrush and maybe a few sweaters. He’s still a little wary of being in her home
From the mirror, he watches Chibs lean her head back against a folded up towel, stretching a long, slim leg out of her bathwater, toes curled and eyes closed. She has so many soaps, and he can’t imagine what all went into her tub to make so many bubbles. She’d dropped a crystalline ball of something into it while watching it fill up just before Cloud had commandeered her shower; confused, he hadn’t bothered seeing what exactly it did, just left her to her own devices.
She’s pretty and relaxed, hair up in a complicated topknot to keep from getting wet, cheeks pink from the heat; Cloud’s own bangs are still dripping water into his face. When he lifts his head from rinsing out his mouth, his eyes meet hers in the mirror, and he smiles.
“Y’got enough bubbles, you think?” He swipes his bangs to the side and turns toward her.
She sighs, an exaggerated aaah of luxuriated relaxation, and splashes some water around, sitting up and drawing her knees to her chest. “I feel like an angel baby swaddled in a cocoon of cloud candy.”
Cloud presses his lips together, head canting to the side, brows up near his hairline in mock incredulity. “Really,” he deadpans. Cloud candy, huh? He taps his chin and then walks forward to kiss her forehead. “Maybe just the angel part,” he leers, mostly joking. She splutters and he laughs, just a few soft huffs of breath, eyes sparkling. Or maybe it’s just the steam and the lights.
“C’mon, move up. I’ll join you.”
