Merry Christmas, Gabrod! I know we've only talked a few times, but I've enjoyed every conversation. I hope that you have a very lovely day today, and an even better week! That every day this week is incredible for you. Happy New Year! Merry Christmas!
It's as if the world decided to take a break today, as if there isn't likely paperwork hiding out somewhere, or something to do in the pharmacy, or anything like that. It wasn't a planned break or something more thought out, but with Zen's arm wrapped around her waist, and with him walking so closely by her side, that she can feel the warmth and a hint of a spark, the world may have stopped spinning.
Shirayuki always thought that after a while, the spark may go faint or vanish, but it has stayed despite everything. She just thought that after a while, it would become normal to be around Zen, that the normalcy of it would become the driving force of the relationship, the little joy of it. Yet, the spark remained, and every moment by his side was still as incredible as the first time she realized that what she felt for Zen wasn't mere friendship, a strong one at that, but something a little more unexpected.
Finally, they step out into the gardens, away from the ebb and flow of those still inside the castle, and it's always hard to define this feeling that comes up whenever it is just her and Zen. It's content, peaceful, homely, beautiful, and that spark still resides within it. Like normalcy has gained an extra spark, and Shirayuki couldn't wipe the smile off of her face, even if she tried with all of her might.
As she looks up at Zen, the world seems to do a curtsy, as he leans down and meets her right where she stands. Zen had been her first kiss, and she knows without a doubt that even if he hadn't been, Zen's kiss would be special. Like warm waves brushing against her, like sunshine after a storm, like a joy that had only been hidden in her pocket, until her fingers come across it one day and suddenly she remembers that very joy that she'd stored there just for occasions like this.
With Zen, it's easy too. Like breathing. She doesn't worry as her lips mold to his, as they follow the path that he sets out on, and somewhere along the way, it becomes their journey too. It's no longer Zen leading, and she doesn't take over leading, but it's them working together.
Each brush of his lips against hers sends sparks all through her body, and instead of eventually numbing her to the sensation, it electrifies her. It's as if time only makes each kiss taste and feel better. Her eyes are closed, but she feels so, so close to Zen.
When he pulls away, she's left with flushed cheeks, wide eyes, a dazed grin, and a lovestruck look. His expression is almost identical to hers, and it leaves her somehow even warmer than the kiss had made her. In a moment with Zen, she already feels so loved and heard that it's impossible to find the right words to describe it.
Each long awaited breath fills her lungs up slowly, as she now notices the sparks from Zen's hand on her waist once more, so steady and gentle, she'd almost forgotten them. Even without her breathing evening back out until it touches the normal pace, she leans up and captures a kiss this time.
Waits for the moment when leading becomes instead a unity, and when she pulls away and opens her eyes up, this time Zen is even redder than she is. It's still a shock that she can turn someone red like this, that she can fluster Zen, a shock that still sends a steady warmth and awe right through her.
Shirayuki loves Zen more than she could articulate, and yet every moment together, that love flows from her to him, just as his love for her flows right over to her, from every word, every touch, every kiss, every moment spent together. Yet, she wishes there was a human way to tell him just how much she loves him, and yet neither words or actions seem to speak as deeply as possible to how much love she feels for him, all of the time.