It was moments like this. This was exactly the type of moment that people wished they could live in forever. It was one of those lazy afternoons where the artificial sunlight beamed through the lace curtains and the smell of the air was crisp and warm. The spring always brought in beautiful light from the massive window in Iori's room.
Itami and Iori had been switching back and forth between rooms, depending on who decided to fall asleep first. They didn't always sleep in the same bed, especially since the accident, and Itami's slight reluctance due to her newfound awkwardness, but it was a tender moment when they did. Today, however, was not the average sleeping day. Awoken from an afternoon nap that they had lazily taken, the two were simply laying side by side, wrapped up in each others arms because...well...they wanted to.
Itami's dainty fingers traced through his red hair as she laid partially on top of him, her head on his chest and her leg around his waist as she twirled and twisted his hair between her fingers. Her emerald green eyes watching intently as though she was amazed by the blissful color his hair had.
"Such a magnificent color." Her voice would coo, breaking the romantic silence between them. "Is it your mother or father's color?" The curiosity that Itami carried was very innocent and simply nosey, but with a tender edge to it. She didn't ask questions for the sake of asking--she asked questions because she really truly cared. "You've never told me about them, you know." She'd say suddenly, turning her head so her chin rested on his chest and her eyes would look into his. "What are they like? Are they both from the same country that your accent hails from?"
Itami and Iori had been switching back and forth between rooms, depending on who decided to fall asleep first. They didn't always sleep in the same bed, especially since the accident, and Itami's slight reluctance due to her newfound awkwardness, but it was a tender moment when they did. Today, however, was not the average sleeping day. Awoken from an afternoon nap that they had lazily taken, the two were simply laying side by side, wrapped up in each others arms because...well...they wanted to.
Itami's dainty fingers traced through his red hair as she laid partially on top of him, her head on his chest and her leg around his waist as she twirled and twisted his hair between her fingers. Her emerald green eyes watching intently as though she was amazed by the blissful color his hair had.
"Such a magnificent color." Her voice would coo, breaking the romantic silence between them. "Is it your mother or father's color?" The curiosity that Itami carried was very innocent and simply nosey, but with a tender edge to it. She didn't ask questions for the sake of asking--she asked questions because she really truly cared. "You've never told me about them, you know." She'd say suddenly, turning her head so her chin rested on his chest and her eyes would look into his. "What are they like? Are they both from the same country that your accent hails from?"