#zanrnato

  rikku almost misses the words that come from behind the aeon’s mask as she looks through the stolen goods. she’s nestled securely in yojimbo’s lap with his arm around her tightly. sleeve acting more like a blanket than anything else. her eyes shut for a moment as a pink hue flares at her cheeks. she doesn’t initially know what to say, how to react. so she turns, her lips meet the cold surface of his mask. hoping somehow he feels it through the metal, though she doubts it.

  the compliment catches rikku off guard considering his glow. which in her mind, is easily more interesting than spiraled eyes or the shine they may or may not have. she goes from looking at him to resting her head back against his shoulder. safety, it’s an odd feeling she’s not entirely used to. she doesn’t understand the meaning, but in her sleep deprived mind it’s merely an observation.   ❛ yeah well… your’s glow like pyreflies at night. ❜

tell me how your muse is dealing with it.