Hey everyone, Twiz here! This fic, as it stands right now, is a bunch of ficlets about one of my favorite Magi ships that I think deserves more love than it gets. Feel free to request any prompts if you have a burning desire to :D Hope you guys enjoy! More to come soon!
Eternity:
Eternity.
It wasn't something that they had, and the possibility of its existence for them could be suddenly ripped away at any conceivable moment. The rug could be pulled out from under their temporary happiness at any point in time. The time they had was finite and subject to change on a whim, but they were going to ride it out for as long as they could. With her devotion to her country slowly draining her life force, and war threatening to destroy either of them at any time, the swordsman and magician were left to enjoy any peaceful moment together they could salvage.
Mornings in Sindria were probably the calmest moments you would ever find within the oceanside kingdom. Everything was peaceful and quiet for a time, the only sounds being the rolling of the ocean and the distant sounds of birds calling for each other out in the distance. Most of the residents of the kingdom were either sleeping, nursing off their hangovers from the prior night, or, like their ever composed King, both. It was a peaceful time, when there were no pressing issues to dwell on and the day ahead was shrouded in a thin veil of hope.
Mornings were the most perfect times Sharrkan could think of. His only concern in the mornings was the teal haired love of his life lying in his arms. He blinked hard a few times to wake up, eyes adjusting slowly to the sunlight streaming through the open curtains. He was cautious not to shift around too much and accidentally wake the sleeping magician resting in his arms. Yam's hands were fisted in his shirt, his arms encircling her waist. He looked down at her, peaceful and breathing steadily in his embrace, all he could ever ask for. There was something utterly tranquil about Yamuraiha when she was sleeping, Sharrkan had come to notice. Whether it was the lack of her trying to stab him with his own sword or not was yet to be determined. Moving so her head was resting under his chin, Sharrkan kissed her lightly on the forehead before pulling her in closer to his chest. He took a moment to enjoy the simplicity of the embrace, no pretense, just the two of them, solid and warm against each other.
Yamuraiha smiled contentedly to herself, she had woken at the feel of Sharrkan's lips against her forehead, but refused to make herself known yet. Instead she enjoyed the feel of his body against hers, letting herself drink in every last details of him while they were like this, while things were peaceful. His chest and arms were hard and lined with muscle from years upon years of sword training against her body. Yet he was also warm and inviting, letting himself soften in moments like this, just for her. She let herself relish in the natural feeling of his arms around her waist, as if that is where they belonged all along. She felt her fingers tangled in his shirt and let her grip tighten a bit, knowing with certainty he wouldn't try to leave. With her face pressed to his chest she could hear the sound of his heart beating, steady and strong. She counted to 21 beats of his heart before she decided to "wake up".
"Are you trying to suffocate me?" quietly interrupted Sharrkan's reverie, followed by a whispered "idiot swordsman" as Yamuraiha drew her head away from his chest. She smiled up at him sleepily, her ocean eyes alive and glimmering. She looked like the horizon at dawn, filled with color and life and everything beautiful the world had to offer. "Not intentionally, no" he admitted with a tinge of sarcasm, exhaling contentedly as he returned her grin. "Goodmorning" Yamuraiha stated cheerfully, sliding her hand up to Sharrkan's tanned cheek as she kissed him awake, both of them grinning against each other's lips.
Yamuraiha loved mornings too, for as the dawn broke again and again each day, those golden eyes that rivaled the sun itself would always gleam at her. His eyes always seemed to widen the first time she looked at him each morning, his breath caught in his throat, as if he were momentarily surprised that here she was. She was here and safe in his arms for yet another day, just where she wanted to be. That same smile that wasn't joking or trying to make a pass at some other girl, the genuine one that was just for her, always greeted her as her eyes cracked open. And an early morning kiss was stronger than any spell she could use to make herself alert and awake, sending a buzz through her veins. It was a wonderful thing to wake up to in the morning to the smell of the ocean and the face of someone you love.
No, they couldn't be afforded an eternity. But maybe, just maybe, this right here could be enough.