Send me a “(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)” and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

The twinkle in her eyes, that was what he noticed as he stared at her angelic face. A smile was helplessly plastered on his features but it was nothing like what it usually was. That wide grin was reduced to nothing more than a timid upturn of lips, trust radiating from her form as she allowed for the Ex-SOLDIER to invade her personal bubble. Silently gloves were removed before he offered her his hand, which seemed to perfectly hold that delicate, yet strong, hand. Eye contact was kept as he knelt himself down to press a gentle kiss to it, feeling the softness of pale flesh, from finger tips to the back of her hand.

Slowly, the eyes that tried to stay open began to fall half shut, those infused sky blues hidden behind the rather thick lashes as his lips found their way to her wrist, keeping it more than delicate kiss to wrist. Slowly her arm was lifted and kiss after kiss was given until he was fairly sure her whole arm was covered in the feather light contact. Once reaching her shoulder, his hand released her arm to allow it to fall where it may, his right hand reaching to tilt back the woman’s head. When she gave no objection his mouth fount its way to her throat.

There was an effort taken, not to suck at the tempting flesh as he kissed around to the nape of her neck. There were more he wished to give, but with his nose pressed so close to her, he paused for a moment of simple enjoyment, to indulge in the scent that was more or less assaulting his senses. Any will to keep his eyes open faded, and he could only blindly touch the sides of her faces to find certain features, his face slowly raising from where it had rested. A slow breath was exhaled before a kiss was given to each kiss. Then one was given to her hairline, then his head tilted to give a very quick kiss to her ear.

They were blossoming beautifully. The flowers, that is. Thanks to the mixed climate int eh church with its broken roof and fallen support beams it seemed they were going to blossom all year round. Zack did not have a green thumb in the slightest outside of a few things he learned when he still lived in Gongaga so how he managed to keep them all alive was a mystery indeed. The man began to straighten, holding the watering can in his hand while his other went to rest upon his hip. He had yet to realize another was in the church.

"There you guys go! I think that’ll get’cha through for the day - any more and you might freeze up. I think. Then where would we be? I’d probably get a punch in the face by Tifa or Cloud for not taking care of you!" Not to mention he knew that a certain flower maid would probably scold him if he did something wrong. He was about to turn and make his way to applying a few of the repairs he desired to start before those hands touched his face.

Her scent was what he registered first. So faint, but with the memories associated with it he felt a sudden flurry of petals brushing against his nose, bits of dirt under her nails, and if he ever had to describe the scent of purity, the woman’s name would be the first one uttered without hesitation. Unable to help it his body was mostly rigid as he thought about it, trying to convince himself this was real - as real as his own life. Slowly his hand reached up to touch her smooth hand, a smile breaking onto his face.

you were saying no one you talk to was around but what about me what about our love

i didnt even check to see if anyone was online before i made that point tbh

what do you want of me