Requested by le car- thank you
Hanatarou x Lilynette
Traits
He had traits that made her want to hit him, sometimes. His self-depreciation and complete and utter lack of a backbone was enough to drive anyone into fathoms of irritation, particularly when they were joined with those damn eyes- so pathetic looking, like a kicked animal.
She had traits that, on occasion, made him wish he had never met her. When she yelled at him loud enough to make his ears hurt or make him flinch, or when she made him so late for things that he couldn't get all of his work done unless he worked through without taking a break, so that he ended the day exhausted.
He had traits that made her miss her old life. Sometimes he was just too complicated- she didn't understand why he had to do things when no one was holding a blade to his throat- she couldn't contemplate this notion he had of 'satisfaction in a job well done'- what was the point, if no one was dead?
She had traits that made him want to run and hide for cover. Like when she was annoyed at him for whatever reason, and he knew that she would only yell even more; a tempting thought, then, was often to slip away into some little-known alleyway or sewer, where she could not chase him, waving her hands to make her point.
He had traits that made her want to hug him hard enough that she would be unable to let go. Like the way that he would blink at her when she kissed him, and then smile, as if he was the luckiest person in the world to be receiving her undivided attention, as if she were the greatest thing in creation.
She had traits that made him so happy that he thought he might die. She slept curled up next to him, her forehead pressed against his abdomen, and sometimes, if he was awake and the night was quiet, he could hear her mutter his name, and would be able to see the smile that would steal across her face.