“ 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.
She pressed a kiss against his forehead— the inebriated birthday
boy now securely tucked into his bed, with some of her aid, and fits
of giggles all the way. It was good that he seemed to have a good
time, even if the means had not lent themself to the perfect moment
in which she could present her gift.Maybeit’s for the best. Something to ease the displeasure of a hangover.
The thought made her smile, glancing at his dormant face, and
giggling quietly, slipping her hand into her pocket, and setting the
trinket on his nightstand, before placing the note which went with
it, to it’s left.It read:
My dearest Saguru.
I was aided in crafting this by some of the
locals I met in my travels. Bolivian rosewood,
I believe it is. And antelope antler.
I approximated your size—
but It should at least fit one of your fingers.
Happy Birthday, my darling.
And just as she said she might, she grabbed the sham off the edge of his bed, and climbed into the highback chair in the room’s corner, huddling down, and drifting to sleep.
snowman(mun and muse) =D
SNOWMAN: Do you like accents?
“That depends entirely on the accent, but generally speaking, yes. I feel that I should mention, however, that there is a remarkable difference between the warm, sweet tones of a Georgian purr and the coarse, harsh screeching of a certain Osakan’s kansai-ben…"
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come.
Clementine von Radics (via desenchantee)
I’ve seen the Paths that Your Eyes wander Down — Coffee Shop AU
Inspired by the song “Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop” by Landon Pigg.
for whiteknighthakuba
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