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@darkbootsofblood​​ asked :: “ Violet hues chase after Calera, darting back and forth across the room as she bustled around to gather her things “ But, you just returned, Cal. Your injuries haven’t fully healed yet. ” Brows pinch together as she marches over, hand, gently resting over her friend’s own to prevent her from heaving more supplies into the backpack. “ Please, wait. ” ”

Jostled at the touch of her friend, she forced her hand to still. A silent prayer given to God that her wounds would not be so painful as to betray her the moment she let herself stop. Nothing grave, nothing dangerous. Yet she feared Lena might have already clued into the way one of her shoulders was sitting lamer than the other. Torn, popped from its socket - she could not tell and the order had not cared to learn which. It was minor considering the grave state so many soldiers had returned in as of late, it wasn’t for her to concern herself with. 

     I don’t want you to worry about me as well. 

A few breaths taken to calm her nerves before she turned to a soldier - a friend - who had gone to war in far worse of a state than she. And she smiled. Pulling her hand away from the other’s touch only long enough to place the loaded pack of medical supplies in a flap filled to the brim, yet organized to the point where she might be able to pull anything out she needed within a second’s notice ( if she managed to have that much time to react ). Letting the satchel drop with a thud onto the sheets of her bed as she reached out to clasp her hand in Lenalee’s. Gripping it tight - even as her smile betrayed the hint of a wince from her shoulder’s strain. 

“There’s nothing to wait for, Lena!” Warmth made the bulk of her voice. Strong .. yet tinted with a sliver of resignation. For as much as the finder might try to show confidence - her friend wasn’t the only one concerned. “ I’ll - I’ll be just fine. If the nurses thought it best to release me for an assignment, then I should be good to go, right? ”

     Was it really the nurses that gave their assent? 

Her better arm reached over to pick up her pack. Setting the strap over her neck with practiced ease - fighting back a muted yelp the moment the weight tugged at her shoulder. Rocking her head back as if to ride the momentary wave of pain before she shook her head, reaching up to wipe aside strewn about locks of chestnut as she looked to Lenalee with a chuckle. 

“ I’ll be home before you know it. I’ll even give you a message over my golem when I get there, if you’re really that worried. ”

@darkbootsofblood  said: Slender digits enclose around the sides of his cheek from behind, gently tilting his head up to meet her violet hues. " Why must you insist on eating alone? " She chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead before sliding onto the bench beside him, " I know I was out on a mission, but I didn't forget. So even though I know you don't care for it much and its a little late ... happy birthday, Kanda. "

❖┋(  HAPPY ( late ) FUCKING WHATEVER, KANDA! ┋  ———   ┋ ♡  Lenalee   )  ！

Sweet  (  and  perhaps  embarrassing  )  pleasure  extends  from  the  skin  touched  to  the  base  of  the  skull,  delivering  shivers  to  his  spine.  Solid  body,  in  turn,  goes  numb  so  as  to  offer  little  or  no  resistance  just  as  soon  as  the  pleasant  and  so  intimately  familiar  voice  reaches  his  ears.  He  leans  backwards,  sharp  features  adorned  by  a  countenance  of  apparent  indifference,  although  overflowing  tenderness  filled  that  creature  little  given  to  demonstrations  of  intimacy.  At  that  point,  after  so  many  years  of  seemingly  peaceful  coexistence  and  mutual  companionship,  there  should  be  no  longer  anything  worthy  of  surprise  between  the  two.

Eyes  dare  to  close  to  appreciate  this  candid  moment  of  momentary  peace,  little  there  is  space  for  worry  about  possible  and  inevitable  glances  thrown  in  their  direction.  Some  full  of  envy,  others  infected  by  the  tenderness  of  the  scene,  but  none  capable  of  moving  the  phoenix  gaze  framing  the  blue  irises  away  from  his  object  of  affection.   ❛❛ You  know  that  missions  are  our  top  priority, ❜❜    That’s  what  he  says,  or  rather,  desperately  convinces  himself  of.  Serene  tone  remains,  almost  incompatible  with  the  image  of  insensible  and  hysterical  man  built  for  anyone  else  in  that  madhouse  of  headquarters,  except,  perhaps,  only  for  her.    ❛❛ I  can’t  care  less  about  one  day  or  another. ❜❜    He  pauses  while  calmly  and  perhaps  even  unconsciously  the  body  leans  towards  his  companion,  before  the  words  almost  absent-mindedly  slip  past  the  thin  lips:    ❛❛ Your  words  are  enough. ❜❜

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