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~=Hands=~
Touching, gently releasing, stroking, holding. Nose to nose on the cold winter night, embracing by a worn out heater, barely taking any heat from it. No, most of it came from each other.
Just two rooms down, guardian and charge, monk and child, already asleep. Just them tonight, in silence, in snow, in wait.
Words breathed over parted lips, names and endearments, joking, tongue-in-cheek, no cards tonight. Kissing, happy, smiling.
Red hair dancing against cold scars, a green eye seeing without perfect sight, tonight they just sit, protected from the world. They just take comfort in one another's hands… in love.
~=Owari=~