#sisjuu

(I’ll post some of the other drabbles as I get to them, sorry for the wait!)

“Hello again, Mister Samurai.”

Juurouta jumped and nearly fell off of the roof. He whirled around and saw Sisley standing in the shadows behind him, looking far too smug for his own good.

“I wasn’t aware that you were in the area,” said Juurouta, trying to calm his engine down.

“We were in the area,” said Sisley. “And I thought that I could stop by to see my favorite sparring partner.” He walked forward, sure of his footing. The roof was probably nothing compared to walking across the deck of his ship when it was moving.

“You’ve seen me,” said Juurouta, raising an eyebrow. “Satisfied?”

“Is your sense of humor usually this dry?” Sisley’s lips lifted in what could technically be called a smirk, but it was too fond for the description to be entirely accurate.

“Would you prefer it to be less so?” Juurouta leveled his gaze at Sisley.

“Of course not.” Sisley chuckled. “I like you as you are, your biting wit included.”

Juurouta considered pointing out that his sense of humor was hardly ‘biting wit’, but Sisley closed the distance between them, and Juurouta was distracted by Sisley’s arms draping around his waist.

“It’s nice to be with you again.” Sisley slid his visor up, exposing his eyes. The lights glowed softly in the dark, and Juurouta couldn’t help but think how much his eyes had changed. Sisley had been angry when they’d first met. His eyes had been harsh and unrelenting before, with not trace of mercy. Now, there were still hints of that, of course, but now it was tempered with something warmer. Something kinder.

Sisley tilted his head slightly, studying Juurouta. Juurouta half sighed, half chuckled, and rested his helm against Sisley’s. They clunked together softly, and Juurouta exhaled.

“Tired?” asked Sisley. “Not quite.” Juurouta wrapped his arms around Sisley. “Just happy you’re here with me.”

“Ah.” Sisley smiled softly. “As am I.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Juurouta’s cheek. Juurouta froze, and he felt his face heating up. Sisley felt it too, if his chuckling was anything to go by.

“You’re too much sometimes.” Juurouta looked away, trying to save some of his dignity.

A bunch more sketches from twitter