Title: Of Ocean Storms and Philosophy
A/N: A drabble.
She still balances the books, and runs the house. Gods gather their own and eventually, all crash down on the shore. Shigure is nearby when she murmurs it out loud. He raises an eyebrow, and she is on guard.
"What are you laughing at?" She hisses, more harshly than she may have meant it to be. He hastily makes excuses, smiling here and charming there. She supposes some women find this attractive, but she has never considered herself a woman, and here is this man –
"We are all prone to be philosophical." She says, and turns the corner ready to leave.
"Stop." He catches her arm.
"I was only surprised at … the tone of your voice." He says, painfully tailoring his words for her. She snorts.
"Shigure, you're such an author." She said it plainly, but he took it like whiplash.
"No, Akito-san. For a moment, you sounded like a woman." He cocks a grin, and catches her arm as she lashes out to punch him. Damn him, she thinks, since when do dogs fight back? He holds her fist with a hold light enough for her to wrench out it out and really use force. He brings it to his lips and brushes them gently across the knuckles.
"My apologies." And then a rumble in his voice, one so deep and strong, one that she never acquired even after all these years, and she watched as he walked towards the room.
.fin.