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[word prompts compilation][run: for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair]
– his eyes closed, he rests on the edge of a rough, black leather sofa. elbows sit on separated knees and provide support to a torso leaning gently forward. ken looses a breath of air. debating the next moves, taking a moment’s rest, remembering the issues of the day and the days to come and enjoying the comfort of home. the strongest ghoul in the world, they dub him, and his services come rendered often, to deal with the troublemakers that still roam.
he feels a gentle breeze in front of him, and a warmth with it. at the gentle feeling of fingers at the edge of his hair, his eyes open, meeting hers, now sitting on her knees looking up at him. the edge of his lips curve up and an immediate sparkle applies itself to his expression.
at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair, ken lets his eyes close again. a luxury, filling his entire being with raw happiness. he slides off the sofa onto his knees and wraps his scarred arms around her, resting his chin in the crook of her neck.
“ i missed you. “
