✦ (schwarzewaldbat)
Send ✦ for our muses to press their foreheads together!
Quiet moments seemed rare when he was with Atsuko. Probably because she never seemed to mind indulging his hedonism, so they were always on the move, doing, eating, drinking, experiencing.
But he felt perhaps he never realised, despite how delicate she sometimes seemed, how fragile she in reality was. She had a fever and her had her tucked into bed. He was bending down to place a damp cloth on her forehead when she pulled him in close, the press his forehead to hers. After a couple of long moments she whispered, “Thanks for taking care of me, Mannfred.” Finally she released him, letting her arms fall back limply to her sides.








