Hello! These are just a collection of one shots that are focused on the relationship between our lovely Thane and our adorable Kasumi. Each one is its own story so they're not continued off of each other. Also I do apologize that they probably won't be the best as I didn't think I'd be publishing them but other than that I do hope you all enjoy! I use a RP Generator to generate different scenarios which will be written on the top of each chapter.
/also just noticed that the chapters have been posted rather...strangely. clearing that up as soon as possible!
Kasumi draws Thane.
He was hovering near the window, his fingertips brushing across the pale cream fabric of the curtains as his large eyes stared out at the passing world. Was that fear lurking in the folds of his worn face? She could almost see his teeth clench as his jaws pinched together yet his worry seemed to melt away as he sipped the steaming bitter tea from his green mug and it was quickly replaced by a comforting half-smile.
It was one of those rare moments that the assassin didn't know a particular thief was watching him, her lilac notebook propped open on her lap and a pen tapping lightly on her cheek. She always knew when he was happy, it was usually displayed with a flutter of his eyelids or the smallest curve of his lips but this was the first time he was truly smiling. It made her want to creep over to the window to see what was the cause of such a tremendous sight yet she was rooted in place, an idea striking her sleepy self. It was much too early after all and Kasumi still couldn't figure out why he was awake at such an ungodly hour.
A heartbeat later she was frantically scribbling on her notebook pages, concerned that soon enough Thane would revert back to his seemingly ever-present stony expression however he didn't and as the minutes passed they settled into a quiet pattern. A drink of tea, the stop of a writing pen, a small sigh, repeat. It wasn't too long that she was almost done with her drawing until a change in the pattern jolted her and she watched with disappointment as he moved away from the glass and softly towards the kitchen sink, the ceramic mug making a muted noise as he set it in there.
Realizing that the drell would most likely start making his way towards the doorway, also known as her, the girl swiftly shut her book before slithering away, her own lips forming a grin of triumph as she disappeared through an air-vent.