( ❤ ) one muse pulls the other into a tight hug. (kaede pulls maki into the hug)
acts of affection / accepting !
she could hear her heartbeat. an insignia of one’s vitality —- she could always hear her target’s vitals pulse in her ears, louder than any footstep, stronger than any battle cry. but this —- this was different. her chest pounded to a ballad of love and purity, they were soft and kind, something that a child would fall into the depths of slumber at the hands of.
this was not a byproduct of her vitality. this was no reaffirmation of her reality. this was a gentle embrace, moreso than the arms that draped her body. she would wrap herself in this sound, this unfinished symphony. and somewhere, sometime, her own heart would leap in reciprocation. and, together, they created the perfect duet.
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