”Osamu…”
She breathed in the samurai’s scent as they embraced, inhaling within the nape of his neck as if starved of oxygen for too long, her forearms wrapped around his shoulders tightly. Tears streamed the fine bones of her features, mixed in with soft laughter. Sorrow and relief fought for dominance within her chest – the sorrow of not returning to him sooner, and the relief of finally seeing him again. ”銀の月よ、愛しい人よ。ついに、また私の前に立つのですね……” the empress said breathlessly within the warmth of his furs.
--and she didn’t know when it started, either, but she’d begin kissing him.
Showering the samurai with soft, gentle kisses. Beneath his chin, against his cheek, his forehead. Self preservation be damned, she no longer cared. Izumi had burned for this man for far too long, and she’d realized too little too late before fate had plans to tear her away from her home and second time. If the gods had plans to take her away from Osamu once more, she did not wish to die before he knew how she felt. A pleasant shiver ran along her spine as his words blew gentle baritones against the lobe of her ears, and a faint chuckle reached her maw as he brought her back to reality.
”I am here….I am here….”
And she would never leave his side again….

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