Snow fell blissfully to the ground in white crystalline droplets, brushing against ravenette and blonde locks of hair alike, gentle and chilled and pure as the most innocent of babes … Cheeks were flushed pink and beaten as the wind whipped them with the cold, and pale lips alike were curled up into a crescent, happy, gentle, genial … A lovely winter day, snow swirling in the wind, brushing like powders against two very different beings, two different beings who could not help but to compliment each other. One being ultimate rule, the other willing to take orders as the're given; one gentle and quiet, the other loud and empowered; one ying, one yang not only in personality, but too, in appearance.
The two beings walked beside each other, kimono fluttering against the ground and pulling with it a fine path of crushed snow, and trench coat rustling with every swing of the arm, the two of them twitterpated as butterflies in the spring, walking through the gentle sunlight that bathed everything in gold and made the snow sparkle and shine like millions of dazzling diamonds upon the ground. Days such as these- simple days full of bliss and free of rush, doing simple things such as running to the grocery store … Were always the best- they didn't have to worry about running around, could simply take their time, talking, walking, lavishing in the sole presence of each other- it was a better feeling than being enveloped in hot and sweaty passion of love-making; simply being together … Was pure and utter ecstasy, simply holding each other, was perfection …
Shamisen-trained fingers suddenly presented themselves to Ludwig Beilschmidt, and the German glanced down at the oriental pearl that was his lover, lips partially agape in surprise … Before he chuckled, wrapping a strong hand around a dainty palm, fingers curling around the pallid appendage with warmth, other hands clasping a bag filled to the brim with breads and other foods, things the both of them loved. Feeling the elder male's hand in his own sent a tremble running up the blonde's spine, and he found himself cooing in etter glee before he could stop himself, eliciting a chuckle from the raven-haired beauty before him.
Nothing was said as they walked, all words and emotions conveyed through the gait and nonchalance of their slow steps, through the feeling of each other's palms, the simple demeanor portrayed before each other … Occasionally, Ludwig would squeeze Kiku's hand, or vice versa, as if to remind each other that they were truly there, as if to remind each other that they were real, as real as the snow falling down upon their heads in soft and delicate merriment. Ah, how their hearts pounded and yearned for each other, the organs beating only for each other, calling for each other, loving each other- every time they made love, Kiku could hear it; Ludwig's heart would skip and murmur, would hesitate with every kiss and speed up with every touch, constantly pounding upon his locked tight chambers … And Kiku's too.
"Ich liebe dich." "Aishiteru."
Perhaps a true exclamation of love without the words ever being said- actions speak loudly, after all, and body language is one of the easiest ways to express feeling- how open they are towards each other, how invitational they are for embrace, Ludwig wrapping Kiku up in his strong arms and holding him close, wiping away his tears when he cries, kissing his tired eyelids before bed … True exclamations of utmost affection. Expression only of them, expression only theirs, no matter how many people do the same thing- because it's them, and nothing could ever change it.
Mutually, the two beings glanced at each other, and they smiled, and Kiku laughed quietly as a flake fell upon the blonde's nose- such a beautiful titter of harmonious bells …
Ludwig laughed, too.
