Serenity looked at Kira as she laid at his side in his bunk, nothing happened as they were just cuddling, he was breathtaking it caused her to lean forward pressing a kiss to his forehead gently and whispered. " I'll always protect you Kira, that is my promise." / :)
For a long while, his bunk had represented many things that werenāt positive. Constant remembrance of loneliness, an eternal absence of a bedroom he previously has, a reminder about how previous comfort he lost and might not finding again, complete lack of hobbies he could done in whole intimacy ā¦ Once, he has counted the days, forget how many nights he passed crying, how many times he isolated himself. There were also associated with memories he didnāt want to think about at all. This place always turned out somewhere mean for sleeping, without any kind of associated happiness attached. This place for so long merely has been another reminder, which was dramatically the single location of entire ship in which he could be himself, but in which there was no more reminders of his past life before he started fighting ā¦ He wasnāt handling much loneliness inside it, but it was coming from another issue. His whole mental exploded once he was alone, once there was no more pretending, once he could let away the sadness. There werenāt no many things he could do in middle of night when there were no tools, nothing in which he could randomly anchoring himself (without rising questions) outside losing himself to sleep or self-reflect.
With Serenity, there was a slight sensation of home that can returning, as amusing, as dramatic it might sound. Pretending it was another teenager room in middle of a ship, pretending there was normality about everything around him, pretending there was nothing eating him inside. Instead to losing himself to sleep, as much there was the flaw to be naturally sleepy once he was coming back into that place, he could lose himself within affections. It was nice. It was appeasing. Regardless his best mental attempts, there was that habit to merely clinging towards her presence, and relaxing completely as he sensed her affections. A hint of happiness showed in his face as he heard her whisper. Promises holding suffering within them. However, as much himself promised sometimes in which he committed himself to handle it until the end, there was no desire to bring around same pressure inside each corner of his breathing existence. ā I trust you. ā It was his own manner to be sorry instead, as he needed to feeling protected. Feeling he wasnāt alone inside the whole mess who was outside circumstances and his mind. He returned the affection temporary on her forehand with a smile, in which purple eyes pleaded for this promise not to break, before passing around into her lips, touching them quietly but wanting an agreement for an kiss. He wanted to stay with her forever. Not something he could be greedy about, right?
