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She knew that look. It was as though she had seen it a thousand times before, and many millenniums ago she had. Beautiful, cerulean hues sparkling like the shallow depths of the sea, an illusion to keep her peers away from the deep end, but Haruka was no ordinary exception to this. She had become one with the waves, and was perfectly in tune with all of their movements, carrying them safely to the shore with her otherwise strong winds, minimizing them to a calm, serene breeze, if only just to suit her.
“Always lost in your own world.” She uttered thoughtfully for the other to hear, a small smile present, as though to welcome the warm and familiar presence that was the sky senshi into the room. “Yet not a single invitation was sent my way.” What the sea maiden was thinking, it was always a little hard to tell. Neverthless, Haruka enjoyed the comfort of her company, even on the days they chose the silence of the room over words of sentiment or conversation. The quality time they spent together felt weightless, like the wind itself. It didn’t take very much effort out of either of them to steer them both in the same direction.
Pretending then to be offended, a playful summon, she brushed her lithe, athletic frame along the arm of the couch, gently leaning down into her partner, where the white fabric of her blouse was evident against the back of her delicate shoulders, pianist fingers playing through her slightly curled bangs as her hand brushed them from her unearthly eyes, resting a chaste kiss over the fair skin of her forehead from behind her. “I wonder, perhaps, if it’s a lack of company that’s caused you to daydream.” Words carrying their usual charm, Haruka was never far from Michiru’s sight.
