Merry Christmas, Muse! I hope you like this; I took inspiration off of that one drawing Sorata Akiduki made of Zen and Shirayuki. I hope it makes sense, and I hope it's a lovely little ficlet, because it ended up shorter than I'd meant for it to be. I hope you really enjoy this fic, and that it makes you smile. But mostly, I hope you have a great Christmas and a great rest of the year as well as a great New Year's when that rolls around.
Fingers are caught in their own embrace, even if a little messily, they make up for the lack of a full embrace. And she's leaning down, breathless with the rush of a kiss that hasn't happened yet, a moment stretched out delicately. Shirayuki and Zen are here together, not because they have to be, not out of some business like obligation, but because they want to be, and they want to be together.
They chose this moment and a myriad of other little moments that add up to a large tapestry of memories. It's together that they've discovered new parts of themselves and chosen the other time and time again. And even if there is an element of imperfectness to the way they hold hands, they are holding hands together.
And when Zen leans up, Shirayuki leans down. And it isn't a question of who started the kiss or of who is kissing who, but a meeting in the middle, a moment together. And it's another breathless moment, when breath vanishes quickly, in favor of affection and of awe. It's here that Shirayuki and Zen are together, caught up in a moment that feels as weightless as if time will never end, as if one heartbeat is eternal.
It's a moment together, one in which they are still drawn close and together, a moment of love being spoken by action. Words will come later, but right now, is the proof of the words' truth, hidden in tenderness and affection.