I thought I'd write this cause I ship the hell out of Manicure, but I could never really justify why Isuke would ever have a crush on Haruki. It's great that we get canonical stuff handed to us all the time, but I just wanted to give the ship a little structure with my own imagination. Idk if this should go under T or M, but I'm just gonna go ahead and go with T for now.
Also I haven't dropped Twinkle Twinkle, All the Night. I just have no idea how I'm going to get to the end point I have in mind, so it's taking a long while.
Anyway, here I am with more second person garbage that doesn't even hit the 1,000 word mark.
She wasn't what you were expecting. Not in the least.
Her meticulously chiseled body and physical prowess tricked you into thinking she was a general forged by the gods and goddesses; a grandeur appearance coupled with the want – no, need - to conquer. The red mane that cascaded down her back only added to her dominant allure. It was reminiscent of magma, molten rock that engulfed everything in its path, and set ablaze anything that dare stand its ground. Simply put, she was strong.
Better yet, she was power incarnate.
So why was she so gentle?
She had the capability to destroy; destroy and take whatever it was she so pleased. Her arms could have torn down the sky and shattered the earth, bringing forth an era of darkness and destruction, where she ruled what was rightfully hers. So why, then, were they wrapped ever so gently around you, as if you were made of the fragilest glass?
You offered yourself to her, lied bare in front of her, yet she did not claim you. The worthless hounds that you graced with your company never wasted time in spreading your legs and tainting your skin with their filthy lust, so why would somebody finally worthy of your time, not follow suit? She could have pried your legs apart (not that you would have resisted anyway) and taken you to her domain in the high heavens, but she only held you close. You could hear her heart beating; thundering against her rib cage, as if it were too powerful for its confinement.
As if she had the heart of a god, but the body of a mortal.
You looked to her curiously, mulling the thought over. Her eyes widened in response, as she mistook the action for one of discomfort. She quickly let go of you, gaze still locked onto yours, to look for any further signs of disapproval.
A smile threatened to tug at your lips, but you suppressed the urge.
The level of gentleness and care that she showed you was something you've never experienced before in the intimate aspect of your life. Those that you bedded essentially only used you for their personal pleasure, and bragging rights. Of course, there were those that were more extreme; aggressive and forceful, as if they were enraged by your beauty and felt the need to exact revenge against you, by making you feel powerless.
She was the exact opposite.
She held all the world's power in those strong arms of hers, yet made it seem like you were the one who possessed said strength. With a simple change in your facial expression, you could have her off of you in an instant, with no questions asked. The warlord in front of you, with her titanic battle prowess and hair of magma, turned into a mere foot soldier in your presence.
Under normal circumstances, you would have relished in the fact that someone else was giving you so much power over them, but that joy did not reach you. Instead of the sadistic pleasure that usually sunk its talons into your heart, you felt something stir within you. It was a flutter at best, but you knew exactly what it was, and had no intention of denying it.
You had fallen for your beloved, divine general.