Enma, Homura
She/Her
Twenty-Seven
may 27
Ecruteak City
demisexual
hitman
Elite
Tell me what exactly are you thinking, right now - Do you still love me? Or is it that you hate me?
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AYAME FUJIWARA
for the memories [m][ac]
POSTED ON May 25, 2022 20:56:29 GMT
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how long has it been? she's asked herself that so many times, she's starting to sound like a broken record. [break][break]
but, genuinely. she doesn't know how they got here, but the warmth of the sun's rays and the warmth of him beside her, resting his head between her hands brings a smile to her face as she keeps a gentle grasp. she doesn't want to let go, does she? no, she won't, so she awaits for the butterfly pokemon to take a picture with her phone (carefully, they don't want the picture to turn out blurry). [break][break]
months, almost a few years ago, he would have doubtlessly looked at her in exasperation and refused to hold his head where it was. he would have refused to do something so silly out in public, and the idea or notion would have been absurd, wouldn't it? she'd feel the same, and she'd be repulsed at the idea of touching a man - let alone it be of her own free will. yet here she is, glad, content, that they're here again. that they're together again. what she would give. [break][break]
"mm.. asahiko?" she hums, opening her eyes a tad to glance up at the man after the snap of the camera goes off. her hands lower slowly, with the intention to slip between his fingers, her knuckles resting between and against the sides of his. with a warm smile, she leans closer, resting her forehead against his to hum a soft "i love you~"
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