December 21st – Candle
Whenever they met during nighttime, Su always brought candles.
'Won't your family ever notice their candles keep vanishing into thin air?' Kuvira had asked one day, as Su was carefully lighting each wick.
'I'm supposed to be reading in the library at this time,' she had answered with a soft smile. 'Besides, your face looks far too stunning in this light for me not to indulge.'
All of a sudden, Kuvira's ears were burning. They had been sharing this relationship for a couple years now, yet it felt as if she would never grow used to Su's unforeseen compliments.
Reaching for the candle closest to her, Kuvira began poking the flame with the tip of her little finger, sitting just so she would catch Su's gentle expression with the corner of her eye.
She had never felt as peaceful as she did in these quiet moments they shared.