chapter warning: sometimes these will be serious but today I want to give a reminder that everyone is OOC in this fic
They fucked.
It's not fucking. Not really. Never has been. He doesn't know what to call it.
Bliss.
Or the closest he'll ever get, if it's even real.
She's ethereal and pokes at his patched jacket asking for a kiss before she's off to find fabric for whatever her and his sister have planned. She ignores their project pile taking up half the room they've dedicated to their arts. He ignores all his contributions to said pile.
"Do you still love me?"
He stumbled through saying the perfectly well known feelings he had before abandoning her for over a year of suffering alone against something she's screaming she shouldn't have faced without him. He has had to severe the loudness of her mind everyday, every interaction since returning. If he doesn't, he looks towards the snowcaps. Towards silence.
He wonders if she really has forgiven him or if it was all loneliness and grief that let him back in. It's what brought him here in the first place.
Telling her the first time made him run. Maybe a second time wouldn't end so terribly. There's hope rubbing off on him.
She once called him as beautiful as the night sky. Milky ways flowing, freckled with distant light, dark clouds making way for his radiance. Someplace he belongs, supposedly.
A sunflake.
He's learned from humans that the stars are also suns.
He could at least admit in a more aesthetic way, he was closer to the night.
He wants to return her own words she has given freely, but does he deserve to state such matters?
He can't let her bare anymore of his silence. Something less and more will have to do for now.
"Hiei, it's oka-"
"What is the night sky without the moon?"