She smiled at the gentle pitter patter of the rain and pressed closer, almost like a delicate flower yet he knew better.
Elizaveta Héderváry was no dainty flower; she ruled as strong as any of the strongest soldiers of the world and did not at all appear all that feminine and that could be why he fell for her in the first place.
Eli as he'd affectionately called her for a long time now was everything that he'd ever longed for yet never realized that he desired; she was wild and reckless yet she could be the most thoughtful person that Shigure had ever met.
She loved with all her heart, but never did she show that love off like a priceless gem simply resting on a finger; she loved the people in her life quietly.
Shigure couldn't help but try to shower her in affection that she always tried to weasle out from; she hadn't grown up in a very affectionate family after all.
Eli dressed like a man and wasn'f afraid to show it, and she never seemed to dress anything like Shigure did probably because she was from overseas and had that enticing though very interesting accent of hers.
She claimed to be Hungarian and was exotic without seeming to be exotic; she's a very real and genuine person. Elizaveta doesn't claim to be anything that she isn't and doesn't at all feel like the odd one in town; she fit in better than a lot of people that had lived here their whole lives.
The woman that he'd fallen in love with is smiling right now, making his heart feel as if it's rattling an old, dusty cage, and drawing his steady attention to everything that she is.
He sees in her something worth fighting for and someone who won't judge him for his flaws; she had plenty of them, herself, and yet that made him love her all the more.
Shigure can't help but intertwine their fingers and wondered if she could feel the way his love for her danced within his veins and made him giddy off of every single moment together with her.
He leaned closer, breathing a nearly breathless, "I love you," on her neck as his nose skidded along it, making her roll her eyes at him and suddenly become more of herself.
"Shigure, you know that I love you." It isn't much, but it feels like a victory especially when she leans closer and kisses the old pain of past regrets away under her gentle yet chapped lips, and the way the world sinks and turns around her as if she's in control or at the very least, in control of this little house in Japan.
Shigure smiles as he cuddles her closer before she shies away from his overly affectionate self as he knows that she'll want to pull away for a moment of peace eventually.