It's a hand entwined with another, the way the rings glint from the light coming in from the window, any window will do. The way he pulls her close sometimes, just to feel her warmth, her body heat emanating off of her, and to feel her close at hand, like a steady reminder that they are together and that they are close together.
It's the way he smiles sometimes at her, that feels like a whispered secret, a gentle way of staying in touch, the sheer light and warmth of it all. The way she pulls close sometimes, when all Kiki wants to do is close the gap between them, an arm slung around his waist, just pulling Mitsuhide close, the way she reaches out, gentle touch and all to keep him at her side.
The way she feels pressed, back to back with him, when all habits die hard, or the way it feels when they choose a new beginning, a way of drawing close to each other, to feel the warmth of the other, the warmth of the love between them, and the proximity that draws them close, the way they curl up at each other's side, when night makes its slow shift to morning.
And Kiki hasn't known a warmth like this before; it feels almost like sunlight, but brighter somehow.
It's the way he laughs sometimes, that bright vibrancy, that beautiful joy, that echoes off of the spaces in her heart and leaves her smiling softly or laughing a little with him, that kind of affection, warm and sweet, gentle and sincere.
It seems to grow by the day, though sometimes there are little moments when it doesn't feel bright and warm, but those moments are tackled and faced, and they move back to their steady warmth, the warmth of love, of choosing the other and loving each other through everything that could get in their way.
Love truly is beautiful, isn't it? A little messy, a little bit of a stumble sometimes, but truly beautiful as they hold to each other past each stumbling or even wilting step, choosing love and warmth over selfishness and pride, choosing to fight together not each other, and getting through every rough patch.
The warmth found even after the worst of things, the worst of feelings, is truly beautiful and well placed.