[ before the year is out? sooo a few weeks. that's a tight time crunch, yatogami. hiyori looks intrigued though, eyes narrowing in a challenge. ]
Give it your best shot.
[ but when his arm winds around her, she melts against him. sighing happily and leaning a bit into his head, too. in the peak of summer, as a teenager, she saw yato taking a nap in front of a fan. back then, she couldn't help herself. drawn to his smell and the sight of his peaceful, sleeping face.
she wanted to be close like this, but something always held her back: the fact that he was a god. or that he was yato and a bit of a train wreck. yukine held her back, too when she thought of him. how much tenjin disapproved of her being on the far shore, out of concern for her safety. her mother's conservatism.
the only thing that held her back was herself and, like always, she gets over herself. eventually.
still.
some days, it doesn't feel real. time traveling to a far-off future? kaiju monsters? on top of that, she and yato are dating. dating and talked about marriage and kids. he might be mortal...
she's taken out of her inner thoughts by his voice, calling her beautiful. though she goes flushed in the face, she nudges a knuckle into his side in slight embarrassment. ]
D, don't kiss the ice sculpture now. [ ... ] Or take it home.
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Give it your best shot.
[ but when his arm winds around her, she melts against him. sighing happily and leaning a bit into his head, too. in the peak of summer, as a teenager, she saw yato taking a nap in front of a fan. back then, she couldn't help herself. drawn to his smell and the sight of his peaceful, sleeping face.
she wanted to be close like this, but something always held her back: the fact that he was a god. or that he was yato and a bit of a train wreck. yukine held her back, too when she thought of him. how much tenjin disapproved of her being on the far shore, out of concern for her safety. her mother's conservatism.
the only thing that held her back was herself and, like always, she gets over herself. eventually.
still.
some days, it doesn't feel real. time traveling to a far-off future? kaiju monsters? on top of that, she and yato are dating. dating and talked about marriage and kids. he might be mortal...
she's taken out of her inner thoughts by his voice, calling her beautiful. though she goes flushed in the face, she nudges a knuckle into his side in slight embarrassment. ]
D, don't kiss the ice sculpture now. [ ... ] Or take it home.