#need sleep.

“I love you, so much, my dear,” Seth whispered between kisses against her neck.

“I know, my love,” Simone replied, with one hand dug into his long, snow white hair. “But something is bothering you.”

The former arch-demon of lust smiled against his beloved’s skin, before spinning her around to hold her in a tight embrace. He held her close to his chest, as if he was afraid of losing her within the blink of an eye. “I’m sorry, Simone, I have too much on my mind. I feel that I don’t cherish you enough.”

“But you do, my darling,” she replied as she lifted her eyes to stare into his and cupped his cheek. “You have been working harder than usual lately, which gives us little time for each other, but that’s the point of living this life we chose. You and I will still live forever, so please, don’t stop doing what you love just because of me.”

Seth gently wrapped his fingers around Simone’s wrist to pull it away from his face, and plant kisses against the palm of her hand. She is right, he thought. But he can’t help how he feels. “I’m sorry, my sweet,” he said in an apologetic tone. “Once I finish crafting up clothes for the upcoming show, you and I will go on vacation! It has been years since we last stroll down the beaches of Rios, didn’t we?”

“It has...” Simone replied, then shut her eyes to meditate. “To get tickets for the cruise will be expensive, because the Drifting City is growing closer to our region. Not many ships will go straight to Rios from here.”

“How unfortunate...” Seth let out a sad sigh, then shrugged with a smile. “But no price is too high when it comes to spending time with you!”

“Then you better get the tickets soon, Seth.” Simone then opened her eyes to give her husband a warm smile. “But you do know that no matter where we go, just being with you is enough.”

“And so do you.” He ran his fingers through her platinum blond hair, and brushed his thumb against her tanned cheeks. “I love you,” he said.

“I know,” she replied. “I love you too.”

She knew she was far from a great singer, but Capricious enjoyed it, as well as running her hands through Racter's silver hair. He laid comfortably on the bed, with his head on her lap, thinking -- planning -- about concepts and blueprints. His thoughts got interrupted when he felt his hair get caught between the leader's cybernetic hand.

He immediately told her to stay calm, given that panicking would make the situation worse, especially with Koschei already ready to attack. Capricious took deep breaths as she slowly bent her fingers to try to release the strands of his hair from it. Once they made sure that he was freed from her accidental grip, Racter sat up and took her arm to examine the fingers.

He ran his calloused hands over the metal, taking in every detail he had crafted into it. While the Russian was proud of his work, he had to admit there are flaws in the current design. When he offered Capricious to replace it, she agreed to idea, hoping that this incident wouldn't happen again.

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            He’d bet any money that Ichigo was now regretting the decision of volunteering for this assignment. They had been up for close to three days – of course, they’d switch off taking naps, but they’d never last more than an hour or so. Being a lookout for some lowlife scum wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be.