âme noire.

I’ve always preferred hand writing my thoughts or stories. It makes everything more intimate and sentimental. That, and I think it’s pretty cool how everyone has their own font, you know? {/Her carmine colored lips curled into a grin and she nudged her cheek against his wrist lightly.} Really? I was being bold again. {/She chuckled and coursed her fingers through his own smooth locks.} But thank you.

You are welcome... {`taking the time to let her do the same, he finds himself closing his eyes in a moment like this, slowly letting it pass as he enjoys something as simple as this; it isn't until several minutes have passes that he opens his eyes and looks down at her once more, a slow smile spreading his features.} Let's get out of here, hm? Anywhere you want to go, and we will leave.

Ah…That is understandable. {/She used her thumb in attempt to wipe off all of the smudges and smears across his face, though it seemed like he didn’t mind.} Have you been using the journal I gave to you? It would be a shame to see such a beautiful gift go to waste, don’t you think? {/Her tone was nothing but playful and the moment he pressed his forehead to hers, her smile relaxed and she closed her eyes.} You better have. {/Sunmi grumbled lightly.} 

Of course, dear one. I've opted from the computer, to using the journal, instead. Especially helps with frequent flying, and when I get an idea somewhere a computer is not helpful. Once again, I thank you for something so thoughtful. {`noting her tone, he only smiles and lingers for a few seconds longer before pulling back, a light hand coming up to run through vivid cerise tresses, gently tucking a few strands behind her ear as he does.} I quite like this colour.... it suits you.

Yes you, idiot. {/She huffed softly, peppering his face with a million smooches, her lipstick staining his skin.} Where have you been?

I... {`is all he manages through the kisses, a gentle chuckle taking him as he trains his eyes on the figure before him, lightly clearing his throat as he speaks.} I am afraid that I have never been a holiday person, so I removed myself for a little while to think. And, to write, but that's neither here nor there. {`he smiles then, and gentle moves to lean his forehead against her own, sighing softly.} I have missed you.