#pridespetal

[prideblades]

hisana kisses him. wife has arrived.

❝ I have missed you. I love you so much. Did you enjoy your trip outside? Have you returned with more flowers? Tell me how it was. ❞

[prideblades]

hisana cups his cheeks and brushes her thumbs over his skin while smiling up at him, " you're far more radiant than the sun itself, byakuya-sama. "

Her touch is welcomed, causing him to lean further into it gently. Seeking affection, almost starved for contact despite the fact that he is almost always near her. Yet every time he approached, or she approached him, Byakuya found himself becoming needy. Embarrassingly so the way he instantly melted into her hands at her mere proximity.

It was nothing short of devotion. His eyes turn to look at her. He takes in her words, feeling her touch and reveling in it. The fact that she was the only person to make him feel like this. Surely, she knew the effect, the power she held over him? Often times he felt as if life was a dream. To be granted the ability to go through life with her at his side was something he spent so long fighting for ----- against all the rules.

Here she was at his side, holding him together with her soothing presence ----- his wife. It may have been years, but it still only feels like days. His devotion and love only yet stronger for it.

Hands reach to clasp themselves overs hers.

❝ You are far more beautiful than any flower. You're far grander than any star. You are the world my life revolves around, Hisana . . . dearest. ❞

[prideblades]

" byakuya-sama... " the noblewoman started softly, gently reaching out to take his hand into her own, " i've been informed about a little... situation you're having. "

The moment Hisana took his hand, Byakuya froze just a little bit. This means that Zariya had informed her of the exact incident he so confidently said not to inform her of. Involving his wife felt. . . low. Though she did do exactly what she threatened to do and he can't fault her for that. He's still mildly annoyed at her, but resigned himself with a deep sigh. His hand is clasped between hers and he turned to face her.

❝ I see. ❞ He allowed a second or two to tick by before he spoke again. ❝ Are you disappointed? I did not brandish my sword. I used my words. I have no idea why Zariya decided to insert herself in banter betwen myself and another. ❞

He shifts tactics at this point, head slightly canted to the side with a bat of his eyelashes. Purely relying on his looks and charm to win over. ❝ Can you truly fault me for words said in jest between two friends? And here I thought I was making progress in being sociable and now I am getting tattled on as if we were small children again. ❞