10, clio?
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(question source: "F/O Kiss Meme" by self-shipper-snowdrop)
10. Kiss in the rain (553 words)
The skies of Daybreak Town were rarely clouded, but today was one of those days where the weather very much took a turn. As the two Keyblade wielders stepped out of the Lane Between, Clio was first to feel the rainfall, and she could also see how heavily it was coming down.
"Oh, it's hammering it down! We're gonna get soaked!" she laughed, opting to run forwards towards the nearest awning in hopes of waiting out the storm. Aria was still holding her hand, so she got pulled out of the portal behind her, and let out an audible hiss at how much it was raining once it started to fall on her.
"Come on!" Clio continued, only to then be taken by surprise when a rush of black wings sped forth in front of her. And then all of a sudden she was the one being pulled along, hand being held again, and she actually had to pull backwards slightly at the end to stop Aria flying into the shopfront in her haste to get out of the rain.
The falling water had already caused an indent in the fabric of the awning above the pair, but through some luck or another, none of it was leaking through the material yet. Aria was holding Clio close, and had wrapped her wings even closer around herself. Her catlike ears were pinned flat against her head, clearly indicating her disdain for the current conditions - but they relaxed as her feelings changed from annoyance to sheer confusion when she saw that Clio was, somehow, smiling.
"..What's so funny?" she asked, head tilting to the side with a pained expression as she looked up at her girlfriend.
"It's just- Look at it!"
Clio pointed out at the rain, which was now somehow coming down even more violently than before.
"When the weather's this awful, it's almost laughable, huh? Absolutely nothing is going to keep you dry when you're out in it - umbrellas, raincoats, anything. They'll help, but you'll still get pretty wet regardless. And it's so loud, too!"
She was certainly not wrong, as even at such a close distance, she still felt the need to raise her voice slightly to be heard over the thundering noise of the rain bouncing off the ground and the roof tiles. Aria looked out at it for a short time, before turning her head to look back up at Clio again, this time with a smile of her own.
"..This is one small part of why I love you, clover." she mumbled.
"Huh?" Despite her slight bewilderment, Clio was already blushing.
"You can find something to smile about in any situation." she explained, before rising up onto her tiptoes. Clio smiled in return, and happily bent down to receive a loving kiss from her girlfriend. Her cheeks were cold, and felt damp to the touch from the spray off the rainfall, but both of them still happily shared a cute moment together under the awning.
..A very tiny tearing sound was suddenly heard above the pair.
And in an instant, they were running through the rain again, holding hands as they raced, desperately fleeing from the flood that poured down as the fabric of the awning split, and very narrowly avoiding getting catastrophically soaked in the process.
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Matt Smith as Philip,Duke of Edinburgh in The Crown (2016- ) Wolferton Splash
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In 1947 Prince Philip of Greece renounces his foreign titles to marry Princess Elizabeth, elder daughter of George VI. Her mother and Grandmother are less than complimentary about his family whilst the appearance of Shadow leader Winston Churchill at the lavish wedding sets his rivals whispering that it is a show of politics. Following a general election Churchill is prime minister once more - to the delight of the king, who confides in him that he has lung cancer, but urges him to keep it a secret and Christmas passes without the family being informed. However George asks Elizabeth to represent him on an upcoming Commonwealth tour, whilst Elizabeth is asked to keep another secret by her sister Margaret, who is in love with commoner Peter Townsend.
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nobody understands how you did it.
how you managed to swept him off his feet, breaking the walls he had built pieces by pieces, how the fuck did you get him to be comfortable with you? to be open with you? and only with you.
‘never seen him this happy or loose in a long time, lass. what’s your trick, eh?’ the captain pulls a joke, making the rest of the team laugh. ‘i think I speak for everyone when i say, he never brings a girl out. let alone introducing her to us.’
that one is true. years of being friends with ghost, the captain nor his closest friend ‘soap’ has ever seen him out on a date. they encouraged him though, since there have been so many women tried their ways to get close with the big guy, yet none of them succeed.
the masked men would often just shrug them off and give one hard cold answer. they would back away immediately
“guess i just have my ways” is what you always say. even soap couldn’t register how it happened. he couldn’t figure it out himself, he knows the lad way longer than you do.
they don’t believe you. because there is no way in hell that all you did was to bat your lashes, show him your adorable giggle and he was in. there’s gotta be more to it.
so what is it about you that draws him close? what is it about you that makes ghost’s eyes light up each time you step into the room? what is it about you that makes ghost’s heart skip a beat every time he talks to you?
certainly not because how you’re so patient in getting to know with him, right? not because how you trace his scars ever so lightly and call them pretty every single time he’s doubtful about himself. not because how you console him with ‘I’ve got you, baby’ each night a nightmare comes back to haunt him while rubbing his back soothingly. not because how you shower him with soft, gentle kisses to remind him that your love for him is bigger than anyone could have offered. not because how you understand why he can’t say the three letter words to you, just yet. still, you stick around.
definitely not, right? there’s no way. he’s simon ghost riley. no one or nothing could ever be good enough to make this man come out of his shell. it’s impossible, right? you’ll need a miracle for that.
“love?” you hear a voice calls, along with the sound of keys being tossed into a ceramic bowl. heavy boots thumping against the marble floor,
you step out of the kitchen. long hair tied up into a messy updo, clear frame glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. dressed in one of his favorite sleeping gown as your eyes locked with his brown ones. the balaclava still attached to mask his handsome face.
scarred lips stretch into a smile the moment his beautiful fiancé emerges from the kitchen.
he drops his bag onto the floor, pulling the mask off of him slowly. revealing his disheveled blond hair as he takes slow steps towards you.
“hi, baby” your voice brings him home. no soul could ever take away from him. he longs for that angelic tone each time he gets deployed. three or six months without listening to you speak to him is just insanity.
he’d rather lose his hearing entirely than not having to hear you at all.
he’s quick to embrace you in his arms. your face hiding in the crook of his neck, inhaling that signature scent of his that you had missed, dearly.
“what are you making?” he mumbles into the crown of your hair, giving it a peck before pulling away slightly to take a good look at you. “it smells good”
“your favorite” you kiss his chin, causing his cheeks to redden at the affection. “i even bought those lumpias down the 112th street. i know how much you love them. pretzels bites from the deli for snacks aaand, black pepper beef with rice for your dinner. sounds good?”
simon leans against the doorway as he watches you plate everything. rambling about everything. his smile widens even more at your domestic antics. the way you talk with your hands as you mention another annoying co-worker that keeps bugging you and the way you roll your eyes when a splash of gravy spill from the plate.
truly is a sight.
“why are you looking at me like that?” your lips raise into a curious smile, finger moving a dark lock that sticks into your forehead,
he gives you a small shrug. gaze not leaving you neither does his smile.
“you’re just so beautiful”
something so simple yet it makes your stomach fills with butterflies.
you chew on your lower lip to prevent you from smiling too much, but a hint of blush is dusting your cheeks betrays you.
“come, papi… don’t want the food to get cold now, do we?” you change the subject while you nod your head towards the empty seat across. “eat with me”
the two of you sit there while making a small talk. stealing glances every second. feeding each other’s food. soft laughs fall upon both of your mouths when one make a terrible joke.
something you’d see when two people are in love. c
so yes, the answer to that question. it is possible. because you made it possible. you made it possible for him to love again. even if he had to start all over. you made it possible for him to be vulnerable. you gave him a purpose the moment he thought things were looking bad for him.
he found a solace within your existence.
only you made it possible to bring the simon in him.
vbecause you. are his home
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