Brushstrokes
by SMYGO4EVA
Souma no longer felt the need to keep her guard up at all times. She was a ninja, yes, and it was her duty to protect those who she served, but it didn't mean to forget her heart. She wasn't eschewing her honor for allowing herself the love of another woman, not anymore.
Amaterasu was her Empress, her master, and she was her equal. She held herself in the face of danger quite well, and she taught her sister Tomoyo quite well. She had the kindest and most generous heart of anyone that Souma had ever known. There was no way that such an honorable and pure soul would be condemned to the pits of hate.
As Souma's hands held Amaterasu's own, soft, clean, and warm, her spirits lifted. The Empress's lips soon descended on the warrior's own, and she knew her intentions were true.
