Complementing colours... [ Akashi repeats the words as he thinks about them. He supposes there's truth in that. What he has, she doesn't. What she has, he doesn't. They learn from each other—they've learned from each other, and there's so much meaning in that.
The air around them grows warmer, but not too warm that it hurts. It's loving, much like the way Akashi strokes Emerald's hair, massaging her scalp ever so subtly. His smile is sunny and bright, but not too bright that it blinds. He's happy because of her. ]
[ She is too, in ways that she doesn't even know how to express. The field around them is starting to pop up with little dandelion puffs before she can even respond verbally. She probably doesn't need to say it, but she does anyway, closing her eyes and smiling at him as she enjoys the warmth. She's pretty sure she could fall asleep on his lap like this.. ]
[ The two of them are supposed to be eating and enjoying snacks together, but this is also just as nice. It's peaceful in their little world, with barely any distractions. Akashi can't even think about the situation they're in now with Mayuzumi. Not that he thinks ill of it, but it's still something he needs to get used to. Especially right now when Emerald is the only person he sees. He's completely forgotten that there's somebody else in the picture. ]
[ Hey, they both had a bite of snacks and some coffee. It counts for the 'tradition' that Emerald's decided is theirs-- for lack of tradition in any other sense of her life, she wants this no matter what form it comes in. Tradition is something with a promise that it will return. The fact that Akashi agreed is like a promise that there will be another year and it means the world to her. What's been done is more than enough. She's happy, content, worn out, affectionate, and the warmth that he's emanating both through his emotions and his general existence in relation to her are enough to actually make Emerald relax. He doesn't give her a verbal response, and if he doesn't interrupt her any time soon, Emerald will fall asleep in his lap, comfortable where she is. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
The air around them grows warmer, but not too warm that it hurts. It's loving, much like the way Akashi strokes Emerald's hair, massaging her scalp ever so subtly. His smile is sunny and bright, but not too bright that it blinds. He's happy because of her. ]
I'm glad I met you, Emerald.
no subject
Me too.
no subject
no subject