Fumi bubbie as a child :(
-shall write the back story to this later-
Fumi bubbie as a child :(
-shall write the back story to this later-
She hummed idly, her footsteps light as the material of her dress swept at the fallen petals of the cherry blossoms laying dormant against the grasses reach. ”Kirei da ne?” she murmured, a smile at her lips.
(Source: antiquesweets)
She had been content with his return home. Her strength returning, she knew well within her that even if it had taken two months to return by her side, he did so immediately. She was strong, and capable of handling her own. This, she knew, was one of the main reasons why he had adored her so. She had made a fine Queen, finally learning the ways of his kingdom, their political aspects and their bordering neighbours and countries. Tiresome at times, she knew it was within this kingdom’s best interest. She was determined to show that even a woman with angels blood to what they protested immensely, could lead.
”Hi everyone..” she peeked out shyly from the corner of the sliding door.
miss-fumiko started following you
“Who the plain fuck are ya?”
”Fumiko Chiyo.” she smirked, gazing at the man before her in defiance, unafraid. ”You?”
(Source: cursed-shadow-eater)
To have become what I am has been both sacrifice and gain. To love unto love and to hold what can be held, it all happened before my exile. A story untold, a face shadowed in its cold, bloodshed marking its walls. To hear such a tale, has never been heard, or seen nor touched or told. It is one, until she seeks, the courage she is in need, then she will voice the unsaid.
(Source: darkmetalxtreme1)
She blinked and looked around for the voice she heard, sighing lowly. ”Do I even have a right to such a title?” she asked in a quiet tone.
Gin wandered back, smiling sheepishly. ” Gomenasai my love….” He took her from behind, kissing her neck. ” I’ve been busy with the politics….I have very much dismiss the fact of my beautiful wife…..” He breathed against her skin, opening his eyes slightly and had turned her around to face him, his hands lifted, taking hold of her face, kissing her lips ever so softly.
The strong hold of his arms, the softness of his lips, the bare whisper reaching her ears. She had closed her eyes, simply taking in all her husband was. She did not fight, nor did she feel any other emotion aside from the tingling she felt at his hold. He was home. And as he turned her, she returned his gentle kiss, her arms limply at her side. ”Okairi… Gin.” she murmured quietly.
She blinked and looked around for the voice she heard, sighing lowly. ”Do I even have a right to such a title?” she asked in a quiet tone.
