[ If she could, she'd probably trace the very ends of her fingertips across every inch of Mei's skin, just exploring her and learning everything that she's missed over all this time. Kazuha missed her, missed them, even when this was an unattainable daydream and they only curled together because of familiarity and a different kind of love. Now there's a whole different context to them, and the years that they lost to a trade gone wrong.
She wonders if their old creek is still there. If the hidey hole behind her father's shop is still there, full of trinkets they'd collected. Did Mei take them? Did she leave them there?
All she knows is that Mei smells the same, soft and sweet, a sunny summer day. Kazuha turns her nose into her shoulder for a little longer, until she frees her hair, and it's just a beautiful cascade of curls that has her sitting upright to look at them. Because Mei's hair has grown into something beautiful, unbutchered by her brothers' meanspirited affection, and she combs through it, gentle, loving, like it alone is a treasure. Might as well be - it looks like spun gold. ]
As you wish. [ The three words come easily, and she starts to separate locks of hair, more intricate than a simple braid. Because it means more contact, more intimacy, and they both need it right now. Especially with the way her strands of gold brush over her bruised knuckles. ]
[ "as you wish" is a phrase mei's heard a hundred times, almost always sarcastically or simpering. everyone always said that mei acted like a little princess in their village, and that's because she'd always seen herself that way. the spoiled baby girl of her family, she wanted for nothing--except a title, and a crown.
(and she got one, occasionally, like a little crown kazuha made out of sticks and stuck on her head when they were playing knight and princess, a trinket mei took with her years and years later.)
she settles back easily as kazuha's fingers move into her hair. the gesture is so tender and sweet it's making her heart swell up in her chest, in ways she'd never felt with anyone before this moment; mei closes her eyes and exhales.
she doesn't speak for a while, just lets kazuha braid her hair. she could sleep like this, but she doesn't want to miss a moment of spending time with her--not after they'd been separated for half of their lives. ] If you keep saying it like that, I'll have to believe that you always mean it, you know.
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She wonders if their old creek is still there. If the hidey hole behind her father's shop is still there, full of trinkets they'd collected. Did Mei take them? Did she leave them there?
All she knows is that Mei smells the same, soft and sweet, a sunny summer day. Kazuha turns her nose into her shoulder for a little longer, until she frees her hair, and it's just a beautiful cascade of curls that has her sitting upright to look at them. Because Mei's hair has grown into something beautiful, unbutchered by her brothers' meanspirited affection, and she combs through it, gentle, loving, like it alone is a treasure. Might as well be - it looks like spun gold. ]
As you wish. [ The three words come easily, and she starts to separate locks of hair, more intricate than a simple braid. Because it means more contact, more intimacy, and they both need it right now. Especially with the way her strands of gold brush over her bruised knuckles. ]
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(and she got one, occasionally, like a little crown kazuha made out of sticks and stuck on her head when they were playing knight and princess, a trinket mei took with her years and years later.)
she settles back easily as kazuha's fingers move into her hair. the gesture is so tender and sweet it's making her heart swell up in her chest, in ways she'd never felt with anyone before this moment; mei closes her eyes and exhales.
she doesn't speak for a while, just lets kazuha braid her hair. she could sleep like this, but she doesn't want to miss a moment of spending time with her--not after they'd been separated for half of their lives. ] If you keep saying it like that, I'll have to believe that you always mean it, you know.