#enrapt

unprompted asks.

she is swept within an instant, taken into the arms of another whose appearance she was not yet able to see. a glorious sunlight peered from over their shoulder, a brilliant beam that near blinded, yet left the ashen beauty in a state of unrelenting awe.

it was only until the others posture shifted did they become familiar, enrapturing copper strands resting on a bed of obsidian, only the finest for our rambunctious soul. slight befuddlement turned into warmth, remaining utterly still in place as she eased into his hold, near nuzzling within grasp.

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❝ yeah … now you do. ❞ 

elation coursed, spurring a sigh of relief. her strife was kept contained, disguised by her typically warm and inviting smile, accompanied by the many occasions of laughter and joy exchanged between one another. musashi did not wish for chuuya to worry, not about her. she wished not for him to know that she had once suffered, that she had once endured sorrow and pain.

but she stood before him with a weakened smile, one soft and small. once struck by fear of being judged for her past, musashi could soon breathe easily. she opened up to him gradually, and her fear was met with reassurance and comfort.

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I guess it was an age-glitch or a chance passing me by or something. I remember the year it was on TV and how my mom and possibly her boyfriend watched it together. I remember some parts around the beginning. 

How have I never... 

This is like... 

Heaven.

I'm enjoying every fucking second of this. 

I'm in love with every fucking second of this.