It was certainly a scary feeling, seeing the way Nova ran her ship, the distance she put between herself and the other supernatural beings under her command. To consider himself different was dangerous. Still, Nova was someone Yuki felt safe with, someone who understood him in ways no one else could. Who had been through hell and slain her monster â and in turn helped Yuki slay his.
Normally Valentineâs Day passed with a lingering, subdued sense of longing, of sadness, the auras of people fluctuating between love and grief. But where he felt disconnect between himself and the people around him, with Nova, he felt something familiar. Maybe that was what granted him the courage now, away from the others, to hold out a small box, inside a bottle of perfume tinted with genuine roses and other soft flowers â the phantom scent that underlined the strong, sure wind of her aura.
âI got you something,â Yuki said, bravely holding her gaze despite his nerves.
She's presented with a box. Possibly the first valentines day gift she's gotten in decades. Nova doesn't really celebrate valentines for reasons she keeps buried just like everything else.
The vampire stares at it for a moment, as if contemplating whether or not if was a threat. From Yuki, she knew it couldn't possibly be, but this day runs with a high risk of memories tainted and overrun by the past.
After a moment she reaches for it, fingers plucking the box from his palm and carefully undoing the laces. The small crystal bottle is revealed and she cant help the way the corner of her mouth pulls into a half smile. She can already smell it before she opens the cap, but doing so only strengthens the knowledge that this is a gift that took money. This was not cheap perfume.
"You got this for me? Yuki, you already have my favour you don't need to buy it."
She knows it's not that, if anything it's a thank you for seeing me, and she respects the importance of that. Nova leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you, Yuki. Genuinely."
