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 Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2019 8:06 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2019 4:07 pm
 𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐢◦✺◦𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨
He wasn’t wrong, really, about the commanding grip politics had on him. One could even wonder if their informal union wasn’t just a political move to quietly sweep a wife into the Imperial picture but any fuss on such was certainly a pure waste of brain power. The extent of politics’ sweeping grip may have been as plain as day if one chose to see it. She got a kiss and beamed with all the delight in the world but still went on to whine a sympathetic whimper through the feelings of fluttering affection against the sounds of Shiro’s verbal aches of despair. Unki tried to purse her lips into a pout. She whined and brushed her forefinger down his cheek. ”Poor Shiro-chaaan. Boggled by work and me. You don’t have to sweep me off my feet every five seconds and do something amazing for me.” The little things were always nice gestures but it was said “little things” that could have been lacking between them, at least from Shiro’s perspective, perhaps? ”It’s been so long! I’m gonna’ miss the little things I get to go do in the Cloud if we’re staying here for a while. Clear days, foggy days, and know where the sun is going to come up!” If they were up in the air, moving, where the hell was east? How could someone plot the best windows for sunrises and sunsets? We could go do other NORMAL things, like see what that cute little tea shop is all about or SHOW YOU Toso’s restaurant. Did you know that he has one now? It’s really nice. But there’s no reason to go shopping for new dresses! I’ve got enough.” Eight pieces alone came to mind among the selection of numerous other garments. ”Mitsu-mitsu probably will send something back with the move. Watch!” Maybe a handmade garment that’s fashionably out of season or far from being cold-weather compliant and sent out of spite for leaving suddenly. Higher altitudes are probably suck in the winter months.
Now, if there were any metaphorical distances between them it wasn’t unreasonable to assume the physical distances wedged such between them. Shiro travels. Even Unki travels on occasion. The distance wedge wasn’t easy on either end. Traveling might have not been necessary in some cases but when a “new world order” is being hammered in, someone has to make sure the order is in place. Of course, traveling wasn’t necessary on Unki’s half until a very important day set her up with the responsibilities of the world, it seems. It was an otherworldly wonder as to how her hair was still blonde after approximately five years of Empress-ing.
“A new dress might turn up in the first batch of stuff!” Unki rolled her eyes and skewed her lip into some sort of sprightly pucker. “But ya’ packed up the whole place, huh? My poor kitchen’s gonna miss me.” The kitchen, among other spaces, might miss her too if rooms could talk. The growing list in her head of their worldly possessions was set aside for a moment. One item to make her list would have to wait. “Hmm. Was the need to be here just because you were needing to get away?See, I heard little chatter about Toso cutting us off. I thought it sounded funny and I couldn’t pin what the reason was. Toso doesn’t have a lot to cut us off from except a special operative military. I guess you heard about that?” Shiro never explicitly said how long he’d been snooping around The Storm and such train of thought stirred up a loud gasped when the horrendous recollection of the land itself scaled up into the air. “Oh! You weren’t here for that, were you? Oh Shiro! It was awful!”
“I was on some street, minding my own business, and then what I thought was an ordinary earthquake was really the whole entire ground moving! Lifting!” She lightly drums the top of her hand to his chest. ”Next thing I knew it was like everything was spinning and I dropped right the ground! Didn’t hurt myself but I felt so crazy sick! But you know that all leaves me to wonder how it is you got up here?” Unki’s violet gaze was fixed on him for a time from her spot on his lap. Staring up at him was fun and all, even made her feel a little weak in the knees, but it didn’t grant her the all-access-pass to his face. She missed him! Unki missed her Shiro so much since the very first seconds she started on her way out of the city. A vivid memory of the blue morning hush and dew on sleepy flowers along a garden trail often came to view. The path was one worn and lined neatly with stone. This garden path, in mind, eventually brings all to another path and onto a backdoor to leave the grounds. That’s all in the Cloud, however. Unki could only hope that those little flowers could still be attentively looked after and how long it would be before she could see all her delicate, weaving wisteria bloom again. All that could be built again, right? Flowers could be planted. Saplings could be sown. Could her little flowery world be built again?
Even if her flowery world wouldn’t be the same Unki didn’t need to find a new Shiro. Shiro could be the same. He could be the same somebody to lean against. Unki even, at some point, between his imminent reply had sat up and changed her position on the worn couch. She opt to lean against Shiro’s shoulder instead. The woman wrapped one arm behind his neck as its twin reached across his collar and held her other hand. Her head was free to then recline on Shiro’s shoulder. If only she could sleep again.
Unki was cozy looking torso, head, arms, and skirt with long blonde hair spilling over her sleeves. . Her legs and barefeet were tucked under the blue of her dress. ”Nuzzle me.” One demand, however soft, managed itself through a little noiseless yawn. ”I feel like I haven’t had enough of you in a whole year.”
𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓵𝔂 ✺ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓽
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