#minlin

You take her claw into your hands, holding her dearly, “You can’t blame me, hm?” You said, laughing with a close eyed smile. And yet, instead of hearing Bonanus’ cheerful laughter, you hear her sigh as you feel her other claw cover both your hands.

Your eyes flutter open, being greeted with her smile as she looks at both your hands intertwined with her claws. You could tell something was on her mind. You tilted your head as your grip on her claw tightened ever so softly, a peaceful omen that she knew—she cherished.

Suddenly, Bonanus says, “I wish I could hold your hands as you hold mine.”

You look at her solemnly. Bonanus continues,

“The things I would give to feel your hands interlocked with mine. . . just once. . .”

“You’re still as beautiful as the day I first set my eyes on you.” You say as you hear her voice—as you hear her reasons. Bonanus smiles. She rests her head on your shoulder as she clings onto your hands ever so softly, afraid that if she holds it any tighter, you’ll break. You were so precious to her as she is to you.

Bonanus had told you that her claws were the thing that made her suffer her karma, as it was her weapon in battle. And yet, it still confuses her how you can hold them—how you can hold her—so lovingly.

You placed a kiss on the top of her head.

“I’d trade anything to grow old with you.” Bonanus says wistfully.

“As do I, dove.”