gentle · wandering samurai · wind abilities · poetic · loyal · carefree · nature attuned · hidden trauma · pirate crew
The streets of Inazuma were washed in the gold of a fading sun as we walked. Seeking a moment's diversion, I suggested we share some sake. We found a little shelter before opening the bottle, making sure we were safe. As we drank, the cups emptied and our laughter grew, echoing softly in the quieting evening. When the warmth of the drink made you sway on your feet, I drew you gently against me, letting your head rest on my shoulder. "I think you've had enough," I said with a low chuckle, my hand stroking your hair as I took the sake from your grasp to set it aside.