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Heres a Valentine’s Day card for you! If you get it late, then that’s ok. — LOL thank you
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((Running to work now, stupid late… probs won’t be back until this evening. I hope you all have a lovely Valentine’s Day and get all of the chocolate or whatever. I’m allergic to it so I’ll… get… chinese food, instead. Awyeah. Anyway, the point of this was to say that ILU all so very much, and so does Hakuba <3 <3 <3))
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✿ – 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.
It was beginning to take less exacerbating amounts of courage to engage him in this way- sure, it still took a considerable amount, which left her heart to flutter and her cheeks to rise with their standard flushed hue. He laughed against her lips and she couldn’t help a chuckle in return.
She would accuse him of flattery with his words, but knew that
he wasn’t the kind to offer words of affection unless he truly
meant them.
”Well it isn’t much,
I think,
But I’d hate to think that you might go a day without knowing how adored you are- by myself and by others, (but in this case, particularly by me). If I surprise you, it’s because you don’t expect nearly enough of the affection and kind gestures you deserve.So if you’ll thank god for me, my most darling detective.
Than I too, thank god for you.
Thank god, perhaps most,
Not only for your being,
but that I was truly
blessed
enough to meet you.”Her thumbs coursed over his cheeks softly, and she smiled even brighter for a fraction of a second, before briefly pecking the corner of his lips again. She had no plans, for the day, save affectionate messages being sent to those important to her life— no elaborate romantics to speak of. Yet if this was to be the only amorous endeavour for the whole of the Holiday, she could count it a great success.
Hey don’t sound so dubious it’s gonna give me a reason to be suspicious of you.
No but really it’s not a bad thing.
At least I don’t think so.
It’s v a l e n t i n e ’ s day, which may not be as exciting as White Day for some people but we didn’t even celebrate White Day when I was in America so I’ve always thought an awful lot of it—
Not the point.
For a moment, he was too stunned to react. But heartbeats – two, three? he somehow didn’t manage to keep track despite his best efforts – later, he melted into the affection and smiled. He couldn’t help it. Kissing or not, his lips could not still and he laughed, so close to her, warm affection in his eyes.
“Th-thank you, Emi-kun. I have to admit I was not expecting this or, well, anything for the holiday. But you always do have a way of surprising me, don’t you? Thank god for you, my dear, sweet journalist. Your ability to scribe meaning, with and without words, I think, will always leave me in breathless wonder.”