✿ – something my muse finds very special
Soft tinkles tumble out of an porcelain music box as a minx’s usual playful demeanor tumble off her face, only leaving a gentle smile — no games, no messages, no falsity. Air in G major. If she didn’t know better, Jeanne would’ve suspected he knew she was of the wind.
And if she didn’t know better, the divine wind thief mused, as she traced the filigree of the box with her fingers and the porcelain’s floral design, that he knew her. She simply loved music boxes. Oak, porcelain, with the gears producing melody out of a small box. In fact, she liked most things that could be called antique, but music boxes held a special place in her heart.
The smile didn’t leave when she looked up at the detective. Tiptoeing, Jeanne left a long kiss to his right cheek. Sure that she couldn’t keep a bit of rose creeping into her face, the blushing maiden didn’t move away after the act and moved closer to rest (or hide her face) in the crook of his neck, still holding the music box.
“Happy Valentines, Saguru.”
His name, she said in a whisper. It was the first time, and probably, the thief thought, the only time she’d say it. Jeanne wasn’t sure if she could again, but it did feel natural this time.
.. And if she didn’t know better, she’d think being with him felt natural.
