#lieusami

Lieutenant/Asami

Oh look! It's one that's safe for work. And I get to indulge my favorite hobby of drawing fictional characters in outfits from random time periods and cultures that have absolutely no bearing on their universe. My thanks goes out to the lovely Savagelee for making me think about this ship!

Summary: Asami and the Lieutenant visit a graveyard.

Rating: T for insinuated violence

Pairing: Lieusami

Word count: good enough

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In the early winter, they visit his wife's grave. A light film of snow blankets the cemetery. Asami holds his hand, her fingers relaxed. It's a casual gesture, confirming their status with only one action. When they have verbal quarrels, when their disagreements transcend daily issues, they keep apart. It's a significant flaw in their relationship; the past betrayals in their lives have crippled them, no matter their aplomb. They should discuss their insecurities, be open with each other, but their pasts only bring about more hesitation. As if they should only cross enough common ground before stopping--so this won't be another wooden chip falling into the river. Funnily enough, they're only so intimate in their happiest and saddest moments. Without breaking the contact with the calloused grip of his fingers, Asami sets down a bouquet of red poinsettias on top of the grave. He bought them and showed them to her. Her lips curved into a fond smile, the petals brushing her nose, commenting on how her mother liked lotuses. "What was she like?"