#drinkingtherain

No answer. Since her phrase had been decoded, she felt the need to give some clarification. Though, her nose wrinkled at the word "fate", having high doubts of it. PuuLuka was feeling too open somehow, even if she believed the words the other was saying. "It's been wild lately, Urusei." Saying his first name was still foreign to her tongue, but she was getting the hang of it, "I ...Thank you." Those weren't the words she wanted to say. She had said them before, just a few minutes prior. 

That warm embrace and a tight one for sure, utterly appeased PuuLuka. It was if she could spend her lifetime resting in that same hug, right in the other's arms. The presence of the other's touch on her neck was enticing and brought security forth once more. Her smile lessened as surprise took over her face. At those words, the soldier's heart seemed to freeze. PuuLuka's hues opened up and under that tan, her complexion must have gone pasty white. An ache pressed in her chest as the woman could barely part her lips to speak in return to the remarkable words.

A reply crept into her throat as a familiar grin curved up her lips. With a dash of romantic guile churning inside of her, PuuLuka leaned forward and up to the male's ear. Her voice was in a hushed whisper, as if telling him a secret that no other ear could hear.

In a tight squeeze she refused to let go of, PuuLuka sighed a bit contentedly, letting herself relax completely. Her eyes fluttered shut and a broad beam was spread across her lips. The woman's heart skipped a beat as the other's words resounded so abruptly in her ear, shivers cascading down her spine. The touch of Teppannov's hands around her helped continue those goosebumps and shivers rush across her entire skin.

Luka's grip grew tighter around the other's neck as her voice succumbed to a whisper. For a moment, she felt as if she was going to break down in tears, the swell of emotions becoming too grand and all. However, the whisper hampered those waterworks for the time being.

Those words pierced through the hardness on her face, leaving her eyes to widen in a bit of surprise.

Would I run away?

She hadn't much she could say, for she felt a knot between vulnerability and blithe, or anticipation in the very least. The synthetic blonde's complexion showed a hard star as she parted her lips to speak. "Run away ... with you?" She felt her lips quaver, the words unbearable to hold back. Her head shook once before she dropped her pistol and loosened her arms. She pushed the gun out her face, her face still as grave as always.

Although ...

In a moment, PuuLuka couldn't refrain from letting a jubilant come onto her semblance, totally different from her blankness from before, throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly in a hug. It seemed almost out of character, from what most would expect from the woman, however she couldn't tie back what was spinning wildly in her mind. The soldier hid her face in his shoulder, feeling her cheeks heat up even past the tanned skin. A grin appeared on her face as her mind rushed with so many different thoughts, draining the woes and worries right away. For that moment, she felt as if everything was perfect. The woman mentally repeated three words in her mind that she had never been able to wholeheartedly sputter out.

The soldier instinctively accumulated all of the current events in her life, creating a movie rewinding in her mind. Overbearing thoughts still lingered on Irina before her eyelids grew a bit heavier, wishing to shut. PuuLuka deemed it was all over and that she had lost everything she had before. Expecting a bullet to pierce through her skull, the woman waited, but nothing was ever delivered. Instead, she opened her hues wider to catch what was being displayed in front of her.

A rose?