[Good thing it's a sentiment he's keeping close to his heart, then, heh.
Even if right now he wouldn't be able to easily tell the tears from the stream of water he's sending down her head and face, watching it gently and carefully soak every inch of skin he can reach. Maybe that's half the reason for showering her in the first place; just in case he makes her cry.]
I thought you might. [His smile is definitely teasing in a semi-serious sort of way - should she ever struggle with his name or remembering who he is, it'd be an intimate gesture like a kiss that'd stir her memories, he's sure. They've done it so much, it's like calling out to her very soul. The only thing comparable might be touching her soul cord, but that's no longer an option.
He watches, brows raised, as she makes her way over towards him - the only gesture being a hand held out to support her should she need it.It takes everything he has not to simply grab her and hug her tight, kiss her for all she's worth.]
Hiyori... [Breathless, it's him that falls prey to the waterworks as his eyes tear up, but he doesn't dare move to wipe them away, hoping she won't notice.] Thank you...
[A shiver runs through him despite the warmth they're steeping in, and finally he surrenders to his desires of the evening, catching her 'round the waist and drawing her up against his chest while his face buries briefly in her hair. A kiss there, but then he moves on to her forehead, cheeks, and finally lips, where he doesn't hold back.
That answers her question, doesn't it?
Leaning back, he stretches out so that she's atop him and they can sink down into the water up to their necks..
...only once he breaks away from their kiss, Yato dips his own head backwards underneath the water for several long moments, soaking his entire head and face before resurfaces with a gasp. No tears. He's not crying, dammit.]
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Even if right now he wouldn't be able to easily tell the tears from the stream of water he's sending down her head and face, watching it gently and carefully soak every inch of skin he can reach. Maybe that's half the reason for showering her in the first place; just in case he makes her cry.]
I thought you might. [His smile is definitely teasing in a semi-serious sort of way - should she ever struggle with his name or remembering who he is, it'd be an intimate gesture like a kiss that'd stir her memories, he's sure. They've done it so much, it's like calling out to her very soul. The only thing comparable might be touching her soul cord, but that's no longer an option.
He watches, brows raised, as she makes her way over towards him - the only gesture being a hand held out to support her should she need it.It takes everything he has not to simply grab her and hug her tight, kiss her for all she's worth.]
Hiyori... [Breathless, it's him that falls prey to the waterworks as his eyes tear up, but he doesn't dare move to wipe them away, hoping she won't notice.] Thank you...
[A shiver runs through him despite the warmth they're steeping in, and finally he surrenders to his desires of the evening, catching her 'round the waist and drawing her up against his chest while his face buries briefly in her hair. A kiss there, but then he moves on to her forehead, cheeks, and finally lips, where he doesn't hold back.
That answers her question, doesn't it?
Leaning back, he stretches out so that she's atop him and they can sink down into the water up to their necks..
...only once he breaks away from their kiss, Yato dips his own head backwards underneath the water for several long moments, soaking his entire head and face before resurfaces with a gasp. No tears. He's not crying, dammit.]