A/N: Last chapter in the marriage "arc".
When You're In Love The World Seems To Be More Colorful
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'My love'
Two simple, common words; but it was my husband who said them to me, so they made me especially happy. The plum haired man made it a habit to call me that.
Takasugi Shinsuke, the one I fell in love with, he's emerald, amethyst and golden to me. His words are honey and mint to my ears, his touch is like fire to my skin, and his kisses are smoke in my throat, he'll turn me to ash over and over again. He covers my wounds with basil, dandelions and chamomile only to drown me in the lime sea foam that inhabits his eye, calling me 'my love, my love' in between kisses and moans. He whispers my name like a precious secret when he holds me, he showers me with pretty canary words, his violet strands caressing my cheeks with soft olive tones of his gaze above me.
'Husband'
How I like that word, to say it and to hear it. Our honeymoon was a side effect to that word. And what a lovely side effect that was.
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'Honey'
A sweet substance from bees and a common word to call a loved one; that's what Kamui decided to call me during our honeymoon. Kamui, the man I married; he was always vermillion, azure and porcelain in my eyes. A snowy pearl covered in padparascha with sapphire orbs. A delicate and strong individual that could destroy a world, and crumble to pieces in my hands. His voice is soft, candied with wine and chiffon dissolving into the air, calling out my name, telling secrets of merlot love. It was maybe his eyes, cerulean pools of determination, which made me fall in love. Perhaps it was the blush on frosted skin, or the smile of ivory teeth. But the point is, whatever the reason, however it was that occurred, he crashed into my life, made a nest in my ribs hungry of warmth, he sang his melodies of sangria with cream, and never left, like a bird who's finally found their home he stayed.
'Married'
I never really thought about it, before I realized, my hands had poured three bits of sake into those cherry lips. And I've never been happier, than when I lay in the mattress next to my husband.
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Crashing waves can be heard in the distance, the sun long gone replaced with the moon and all the stars. Two people dance around in the ocean's edge, one crowned with garnet, the other with mauve, they twist and twirl with the ease of the wind. Oh, how sweet it must feel to have the sand at their feet and the salted sea close to reach. They kiss, they laugh, they hold hands, they dance under moonlight. Soon they'll be a memory long gone for the beach; but the beach's memory won't flee their minds until they're much older. How could they forget? It's the last night of their honeymoon.
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