“ You’re sure it’s alright? I don’t
want to impose myself on anyone… “
“Oh don’t be silly. Of course
it’s alright. You know my mother
adores you.”Goodness, and she thought she had a hand for decorations. Hakuba’s home was trimmed from wall to wall with holly, silver and gold, extravagance to a point of initial overwhelming, but not in a fashion unattractive. It was tasteful, beautiful, and at least somewhat reflective of the family’s wealth. In the back of her mind, Emi couldn’t help but worry that Marian had gone aside herself to make it especially exceptional because of her stay, but the thought was easy enough to cast aside. Nobody, she reckoned, would go to such extravagance for her…
Right?
Oh goodness.Saguru hardly had to give her a full tour for practical purposes, as it wasn’t her first time in the mansion, but he ended up walking with her through all the halls anyways, as she fluttered around in a fit of glee and admiration. There was some extra staff for the holidays it seemed, but most of the slim supporting cast was familiar to the Osakan. They greeted her with smiles and warm welcomes which were reciprocated with even more loving fervor.
By the time they had reached the room where she would be staying,
the umber-eyed detective couldn’t help but laugh, leaning against the door
while Emi (distractedly) placed her bags, and fell on the bed with a sigh of
content.“I could barely keep up with you,
and this is my house– you weren’t
kidding when you said you had a
holiday spirit to reckon with. “She most certainly wasn’t. An empathetic soul, (and mind), by
nature, the massive outpour of compassion and kindness every year
which greeted the ‘Christmas season’, appealed to her on the greatest
level. Giving and gathering were some of her most profound joys,❝ I’m just so happy, Saguru-kun.
Thank you. For having me. And
for bearing with me as I dragged
you through the whole house. ❞She barely noticed his grin.
”Not the whole house. You haven’t seen the tree. “
For the first time in the evening, she let him lead the way, traipsing
back through the hall, down the stairs, and into the house’s main den. And
Hakuba was probably well-and-proud of himself at the even greater sound
of joy which escaped the lips of his compact companion. Contrary to the
organized and themed nature of the rest of the house’s decorations, those
on the tree were a myriad of colours. Hand-blown glass and other clearly
vintage ornaments lined the branches, and a faintly-glowing (yet still very
beautiful) angel capped the douglas fir.The rest of the room followed suit, with primarily wooden and
hand painted decorations, subtle, and warm. Familial and sweet, just as
any proper room for gift exchange ought to be.❝ Oh- Saguru- it’s… wonderful. ❞
” Mmmhm. Nearly perfect. Just one thing left to add. “
She followed his hand as it slipped into his pocket, then opened to
show what he’d gathered.
With nothing particularly good to say, she just blinked between the small
bundle of dark leaves and white berries and up to his softly smiling eyes,
before he lifted the bushel above them. He bent at the waist, and she held
loosely on the edges of his jaw, closing the space between her lips and his.” Merry Christmas, Honemi. “
❝ Merry Christmas, Sugaru. ❞
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One hand hip, the other hand waist~
[x]Oh is that so?
part of her begged to ask,
but was, thankfully, silent.
Cheeks ran red as she pulled some hair aside—
funny, she thought, that her heart still raced after all this time.
But then, perhaps it would be more strange if that fluttering beat
were to be any different, considering Emi could hardly recall a
time when the detective hadn’t had such an affect on her. It was
surely different, before they met, but nonetheless, t’was there.Hesitation,
before she leaned in slightly closer
and reached up slender fingers,
first resting lightly, softly on his chin,
and second, drifting over to hold his cheek.There was nothing she could say to better express reciprocation,
but her second hand fell, too, at his waist.
Still silent, still gentle, he traced the hand from her hip up over her stomach, movements slow and deliberate, and stopped over her left breast. He let his fingers rest there, feeling for her heartbeat, then looked to her eyes with a small smile.
❝ ..…I asked you how the weather is
all the way up there..….Apparently the sound dissipated
Y’know. It had a long way to travel. ❞
“Don’t you worry, my Honemi… Conan-kun will always be shorter than you.”
“…”
this is a friendly reminder that Emi isn’t even 5’2” and even though I can’t find the perfect fc she’s littered with freckles and her skin is slightly tan and I love her and she is my perfect baby
Break me
Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Hakuba hefted a sigh, chin supported by his hand, elbow on the window ledge. Emi was gone. They’d done everything to save her. Everything. Risking life and limb to rescue her, tapping out all of their resources and contacts, exhausting every avenue, but they’d been too late. She was dead. Completely, utterly, inescapably lifeless and broken.
It was hard for the detective, trying to hold back the tears and the emotions that broiled in his heart, but he had to. Akira was left having to deal with that silence, now, and though he didn’t entirely understand all of the complicated implications of this, he knew that she was hurting. He could feel that much. It was why he couldn’t even bring himself to look at her. God, it hurt.
It hurt, it hurt, and he wondered if his heart would ever mend. He wondered if he even wanted it to. How could someone like her integrate herself into their lives only to leave? Did she know that it would tear through them with such violence? That it would do so much damage?
He put his arm around Akira, pulling her close in an attempt to quell those little choking sobs that she was trying so hard to hold in. They still had a lot of work to do. So much to hide. So much to talk about and sort through and deal with, but neither of them wanted to move. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. It’s not as though any of them were particularly new to death, even, but… but the pain had never been this personal, this fresh before.
It didn’t feel real.
When she responded to his touch, curling into him instead of away, Hakuba turned to her, too. He wrapped his other arm around her and rested his chin on the top of her head, like he always did with Emi, eyes closing to shut out the sterile hallway in front of the coroner’s office.
“…what are we going to do?” he asked, voice breaking through his hoarse whisper.
”Ahahah a h a ahshdfkladk
We c a n ne v er kn ow wh atthe future holds”
Said the clairvoyant.
“You know what they say~ que sera, sera, Emi-kun. But the future doesn’t mold itself!”
“Mum, please stop torturing my friends.”
“…I’m not torturing, I’m helping~”
”Hh-hmm. Indeed!
That was a turn of fortune
I won’t soon forget.I’d like to believe we’ve both helped
the other shape into a better person
since our rather unconventional initiation.”
“I still have hopes that you’ll turn out to be the daughter-in-law I’ve always wanted, you know!”
Trick or Treat!
4. A pie in the Face (delightful)
Showering the detective with a bevy of baked goods had quickly
become a great source of joy for the journalist, who was glad for
a willing taste-tester to give feedback on new recipes or flavor
variants. However there was also the inherently childish piece of
her personality, which could not be muffled enough to silence a
particularly cartoonish idea which happened upon her mind, come
the beginning of the tricks-and-treats, season.And the cartoons did not exaggerate the joy
one finds when watching someone open an
unassuming box, which sends a coconut cream
pie directly at an unprepared set of features.Nailed it.
DEFEATED BY PIE ONCE AGAIN!
”And you can always take heart in the fact
that even if he is a bit of an ass;
He’s a lovable ass.”
“You see? I KNEW there was a reason I set you two up~!”
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“And you trust me enough to, perhaps, be your privy? You really are well-versed in the art of making a girl like me blush, Hakuba-sama, on top of all else.” Her cheeks would be rosy the whole day, no doubt, but at least, by the moment they were entering, she had settled into a very contented comfort in his presence— fluttering heart just calmed enough to better enjoy the whole of their excursion. (If he didn’t think she would notice his paying for both of their respective fees to enter, he was quite mistaken- she would simply take note of it for later and pay him back indirectly— absolutely dreadful at accepting gifts, she was).
“Literary in the fairy tale sense?— Consider my interest thoroughly piqued!”
Was he a writer?
It wouldn’t surprise her in the slightest to find out that he was- he seemed like a man well-lent to poetry and prose, especially the more beautiful crafts of it. He’d probably studied Yates, and Frost; could be quizzed on Poe to more than relative success…
His gesture and cheer brought a grin to pull at her cheeks even as her thoughts meandered. A chuckle hummed past soft, painted lips. "Tragically, the dinosaurs are a branch of the museum I have failed to frequent as of late- I hope you’ll be able to share with me all of your favorite facts, Hakuba-sama.”
To say that she was enjoying this luck-of-the-draw-date would be an incredible understatement.
Honestly, were it not for detective work and the promise of raising horses in retirement, Hakuba really might have looked more seriously into writing for his career. He did enjoy journalism, as may have been evident by the continued ruse throughout their date, and the company he kept among writers was certainly some of his most cherished. Emi, of course, being included in that.
“Well, to be honest,” he said, flashing another broad grin with teeth, brows lifting in mock humility. “I don’t know nearly as much about dinosaurs as I do about making beautiful ladies blush, but I do think that they rather resemble something else that I am… or at least was… quite knowledgeable in.”
He led her through the hall, past display and diorama of various species; skeletons and paintings all meticulously maintained and positioned to recreate their supposed environments. And, just before the giant t-rex, he swept his arm out in a grand gesture.
“Tyrannosaurus Rex…. one of my personal favorites. They say that they evolved into various species of bird over time, as I’m sure you’re aware, and may have actually had feathers themselves…” Hakuba then pointed over a group of life-sized model raptors. “Such as those. But my personal theory… and bare with me here, Himura-san…"
Hakuba leaned in close to her, holding a hand up to keep what he whispered next between them. "I believe that at least a small portion of them, perhaps several, evolved into the dragons of the world.”
Then he held his breath, watching her oh-so-closely for her reaction.