chippedsoul | The Journal [Inbox]

[ Not exactly what she pictured upon coming home, either. It may be a blessing that it didn't happen sooner. Either way, she'll follow his warmth as she always has until they're both sitting on his bed. She's quiet about it, all things considered: just sniffles punctuated by the occasional whimper that she can't stop, though it's clear she's trying.

She tries to even her breath, pulling back, but she can't bring herself to look at Kazuma's face. ] I know.

[ I miss him. The words are right there, at her lips. Perhaps Kazuma would know better than anyone how it feels, yet she can't bring herself to say those simple words either. ]

[He's considering getting them something warm to drink, but that would mean leaving Susato alone and he's definitely not interested in doing that anytime soon. But maybe something to visit once she's had time to calm down.]

Let it all out. You'll feel better afterwards. [He rubs her back, getting the feeling she was trying to stop herself from making more of a scene. But in this home, no one is going to judge her. She's been through a lot, lost someone recently.]

[ Hearing his voice helps. The shakiness in her voice starts to subside, but she's still shaking her head. Her hands start to wander; straightening the collar of his shirt, brushing at the wetness from her tears, however futile that may be.

When she reaches his charm, the bottle feels cold. She runs her thumb against its surface. ]

No, it's alright. [ Her voice hardens, though her shaky breath betrays how fragile it she truly feels. ] It's been weeks, after all. Some nights are just more difficult than others without him.

It's your father. [How long they've been gone doesn't mean anything. He'll lean in close, using the sleeve of his clothes to help wipe a few tears away.]

I don't think anyone would fault you for needing more time. [His hand holds onto the hand that is free.] I don't.

[ Her eyes automatically close at the gesture. She feels better, calmer; the tears wiped away are not as easily replaced with new ones. Once he is done and she feels his hand pulling away from her face, she reaches for it.

Time... There's never enough time. ]

He once told me was proud of me. I suppose it is fortunate that he is not here to change his mind.

He'd still be proud of you. [No. We're not even going to consider traversing that thought.]

He'd probably scold you to be more careful, but I never had the impression he has ever stopped you from doing what's important to you.

[ No, he's right. Even if she had decided to stay in London with Kazuma, father likely wouldn't have objected, but that feels beside the point. Susato seems uncertain, shaking her head. ]

...I don't know.

[ Maybe they'll never know for sure now. Her voice is small, though her lips twitch into a slow-blooming smile, as if being reminded of a pleasant memory. ]

But I do remember something else he said that day.

[They may never know, but he's confident her father wouldn't think so poorly of her that he would be so disappointed. A tilt of his head.]

What else?

He said... [ She trails off, lost in her thoughts. Maybe for a moment, she can taste the sweetness of the fruit sandwiches she packed them for lunch. She remembers swallowing her fear of his reaction; the overwhelming desire to be completely open with him taking over. ]

He said you are a good man.

[He blinks. Whatever he had expected, it was not that. Vaguely he recalls their conversation in the garden. How Mikotoba didn't shun him after what happened that night, when he returned a bloody mess of a beast. And now he's dating her daughter, which seems to be more than enough of an indication that what Susato says is likely true. He chuckles lightly, leaning into her.]

Who is trying to comfort who now?

[ Hearing him chuckle definitely does wonders to brighten her features. She leans into him in return, her head finding her favorite spot at the crook of his neck. She nuzzles lightly, her hair tickling his chin. ]

Your comfort is my comfort. Besides, he's correct. [ Won't rest until he believes it, too. ]

Hm. Perhaps. [He lets out some air, content with holding onto Susato like this. What happened prior is in the past. They are okay now.] Thank you for telling me.

Mmm. [ They're okay, she's okay. There might have been a "you're welcome" mumbled somewhere in there, but it was probably forgotten as soon as it was uttered. It's amazing how quickly the night's events are catching up to her.

She doesn't know what time it is, but she can feel the gentle rays of the sun against her closed eyelids as it slowly rises. ]

Thirsty. [ Another mumble. As it turned out, crying has that effect, though she makes no attempt to get up or free him from their position. Good luck, Kazuma. ]

[Thirsty, huh? Well that would require him to get up, and she doesn't look like she's going to let him go anytime soon.] Hm, all right....

[This is absolutely not what she meant at all, but he's leaning in to give her a kiss on the lips.]

[ No reaction at first. Perhaps she has already dozed off in that moment, but then there's a quiet moan against his lips as she stirs. Her own lips probably feel cracked and dry, but nevertheless, she seems to return the gesture, leaning into the kiss as her eyes flutter open in slow blinks. ]

......

...!

[ There's no hiding the brief shock on her face. Her natural instinct leaves her feeling super embarrassed, vulnerable, though the feeling seems to fade away with her rising alertness. What was she saying...? Did she even say that aloud? ]

I, I suppose that is one way to rectify it......

Hm. [What a devil, this man. But she was getting into it, so...success? He leans in so their foreheads were touching.]

Let me know if you need more. [This devil]

[ Let him know? Why do that when she can just, take it...? There is a tired, yet playful narrowing of her eyes, right before she inches her lips forward to steal another kiss. She closes her eyes, breathing in his scent and his taste, and she can feel every fiber of her being protest when they part.

She is getting used to this... Taking a little more, lingering for a little longer, each time. ]

Does this mean you are no longer angry with me?

[It probably doesn't help when Kazuma isn't doing much to stop the temptation.]

No. [He whispers into her ear.] And I'm sorry.

[ He is truly the least helpful. The whisper sends a shudder throughout her whole body, and truthfully, she can't even hear what was said. She just allows another undignified noise to escape her as she settles in against his warmth, content to stay for as long as they please.

Wild Harvest be damned. ]

The Journal [Inbox]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

1/2

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

🎀