Title: Sense Of Smell
Prompt: 02 - sense of smell [11_reasons]
"He knows her scent by heart."
He knows her scent by heart. He doesn't need to open his eyes to see who enters his hut at night; his nose has already informed him of her. When he is outside gathering firewood, he can tell by her scent that she is around, even before she lands heavily on his back, tackling him to the snow, her tail wagging merrily.
He isn’t quite sure how to describe her scent. She smells different from every beast he has ever known. She smells of fields and wild flowers. She smells of lazy days spent lying outdoors. She smells of sunlight.
She knows his scent by heart. It takes no effort at all for her to locate him in the darkness of the hut when she comes in at night; his scent guides her to his bedding, where she flops down next to him to sleep. When they are outdoors and she is play-hunting him, his scent tells her exactly where among all those trees he is, and sneaking up on him is easy.
She knows exactly what his scent is like. He smells of snow and icy winds. He smells of burning wood and pine needles. He smells of wilderness.
Prompt: 10 - hair [11_reasons]
"His hair fascinates her."
His hair fascinates her. It's the wildest she has ever seen, and she could spend an eternity just watching Kamui's harsh winds toss it this way and that. The brightly colored strands whip around his head, sometimes trailing in front of his face, until it appears as though his hair is a living being of fire and ice.
Even bound, his hair is wild and out of control. She has seen him practicing with his sword, his hair bundled up to the nape of his neck to keep it out of his way, with wisps of it already escaping and sticking in every direction. Like he himself, his hair dislikes being controlled.
Sometimes, when she is sleeping next to him, she buries her face in his hair. The silky strands smell of fire and ice, just like him, and she wonders how something so wild and untamed can be so soft and silky. She knows he dislikes it when she burrows into his hair, but she can't help herself.
She loves his hair.
Prompt: 15 - apprehension [11_reasons]
"She finds him sitting near the water's edge, just staring into the distance."
She finds him sitting near the water's edge, just staring into the distance. The cold wind ruffles his hair and clothing, but he doesn't seem to notice. It seems he has the whole world on his shoulders.
She has seen him like this on a couple of occasions. Despite his tough exterior, he is actually prone to bouts of anxiety and worry. He tries so hard to live up to his own expectations.
Quietly she slinks next to him, leans against his side and with a small whine, nudges his shoulder with her nose. When he turns his head to look at her, she takes the opportunity to quickly lick the side of his face. She can't see it, but she knows there's a smile on his lips as he lets out a small "hmph", wraps an arm around her and scratches her side.
And that's the way she likes it.
Prompt: 16 - mischievous [11_reasons]
Notes: I don't know if Kamui actually has a snowless summer, but because it suited my purposes, I decided that it did. It's called artistic licence. So there.
"He is napping on a grassy hill, the sun warm on his face, the slight breeze ruffling his hair, when he suddenly feels a shadow block out the sun."
He is napping on a grassy hill, the sun warm on his face, the slight breeze ruffling his hair, when he suddenly feels a shadow block out the sun.
He doesn't even have to open his eyes to know who it is. He knows her by her scent and the way she looms silently over him. Lazily he shifts and crosses his arms more comfortably behind his head. He can feel her on eyes on him as she regards him with obvious amusement.
Suddenly his peace is broken as a cold, wet nose dives under his shirt and plants itself against his stomach. Before he can stop himself, he lets out a scream that sounds altogether too high-pitched and girly in his own ears, his hands flailing madly as he tries to get her out of his shirt.
When he finally uncurls from his fetal position, she is sitting innocently next to him. Her coat is ruffled and her eyes shine with merriment, her whole face one giant grin. She doesn't look the least bit apologetic.
Silently he makes a mental note to never leave his stomach so unprotected in her presence again as he playfully shoves her. She just grins and he knows he is already doomed.
Title: Favourite Pastime
Prompt: 31 - favourite pastime [11_reasons]
"He blinks as something white and red bumps solidly into his side."
He blinks as something white and red bumps solidly into his side. His steps falter as he swerves to the side, almost falling over. He has only a second to register her practically flying past him; he could swear she’s grinning at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Almost growling to himself, he regains his balance and dashes after her. She is a flurry of snow just ahead of him, darting between the trees and bushes as if she knows the forest like the back of her paws. Her tongue is lolling out of her mouth and her whole being seems to glow with excitement. She looks beautiful.
Increasing his pace, he closes the distance between them and collides with her, using his bigger size to his advantage. They both crash to the ground, a tangle of fur and paws, sending snow flying everywhere.
When the snow finally settles, they are lying side by side on the ground, chests heaving. Clumps of snow and earth cling to their coats.
She is on her feet first. Her eyes shine with merriment as she nudges the side of his face with her nose, her tail wagging. He grins at her, and with a bark, she takes off again, bouncing down the trail.
Still grinning, he scrambles to his feet and chases after her.
Title: Favourite Season
Prompt: 33 - favourite season [11_reasons]
"He is sitting under a giant cherry tree, leaning his back against the rough bark."
He is sitting under a giant cherry tree, leaning his back against the rough bark. The air is fragrant with flowers and fresh leaves that sway in the warm, gentle breeze. If he closes his eyes and concentrates, he can almost catch her scent among all the flowers.
As if summoned by his thoughts, she comes pounding down the trail towards him, her eyes shining and a grin on her face. He can only guess at what she has been doing, but she looks like she has been enjoying herself immensely.
She sits down next to him and leans affectionately against his shoulder. He reaches up to ruffle the hair between her ears, raising an eyebrow at the numerous flower petals that cling to her head and back. She looks every bit the Sun Goddess here, bathed in sunlight and flowers.
Yawning, she flops down on the grassy ground, her head in his lap. Smiling tenderly, he pets her coat, warm from the sun, as he leans his head back against the tree and closes his eyes.
At the moment, he doesn't miss winter at all.
Prompt: 41 - hope [11_reasons]
"He watches her as she sleeps, her head lying comfortably on his lap."
He watches her as she sleeps, her head lying comfortably on his lap. Her chest rises and falls with her steady, slow breaths, a small gust of warm air ghosting over his thigh every time she exhales. An amused smile forms on his lips as she occasionally yips in her sleep, her whole body twitching.
He smiles fondly as he strokes her brilliant white coat, his heart threatening to overflow with all the feeling he harbors for her. He wants to hold onto her forever. He wants to lie down at night with her warmth against his side, wants to wake up to a heavy weight bouncing on him in the morning, asking him to play even though the sun is barely over the horizon.
He bends down and hugs her fiercely, squeezing like he never wants to let go.
And he doesn’t. She is his sun.
Prompt: 42 - pride [11_reasons]
"They are standing, side by side, atop the shrine, watching the Twin Demons disintegrate in a flood of flower petals."
They are standing, side by side, atop the shrine, watching the Twin Demons disintegrate in a flood of flower petals. Adrenaline is still coursing through their veins, their hearts still hammering in their chests in the aftermath of the battle.
He is keenly aware of her presence next to him. Her side is pressed warmly against his and he can see her pleased smile from the corner of his eye. He knows the smile is mirrored on his own face.
His heart flutters pleasantly in his chest when he looks at her, and he knows it's not just because of the thrill of the battle. She fills him with awe. Never before has been left standing with his mouth open when watching someone else fight. Never before has he seen someone hold their own against demons the way she did.
Yet he could never feel upstaged. He could never begrudge her for being his equal as a warrior.
He leans his head down to nudge the side of her face gently and smiles warmly and encouragingly at her. His heart melts at the answering smile on her face, and as she nuzzles her face against his, he knows that when it comes to her, there's only room for pride and adoration in his heart.
Prompt: 51 - stare [11_reasons]
"She is bouncing merrily down the snowy path, when she suddenly stops dead in her tracks."
She is bouncing merrily down the snowy path, when she suddenly stops dead in her tracks.
He is wading in the river, oblivious to the cold as the icy water laps around his hips. He has discarded his shirt and laid it on the riverbank, along with his boots, and her eyes are helplessly drawn to his naked back. His skin is pale and fine, stretched taut over planes of muscle and bone. The muscles of his back are toned and well defined from daily training, and her ears do a happy flick as she watches them ripple as he moves. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she notices a large, intricate tattoo of the sun on his hip, barely visible above the waterline.
Quick as a lightning, he suddenly dives under the water. The water splashes briefly, and then he's back, holding a fish securely in his hands. Her mouth drops open as she looks at him. His soaked hair is cascading down his back, wet strands clinging to his skin and sticking out in every direction. Droplets of water are traveling tantalizingly down his torso, and as a chilly gust of wind breezes past him, his wet skin breaks out in goose bumps.
He finally notices her as he turns and starts wading towards the shore. For a while he looks like a rabbit spotted by a predator, his whole posture stiff and caught off guard. Then, as if awaking from a trance, he shakes his head and lets out an incredulous huff of air while wading briskly out of the water. Her eyes light up with amusement when his soaked slacks threaten to slide off his slim hips and he has to hastily grab onto them, a faint dusting of pink spreading along his neck and ears.
She could get used to seeing him like this.
Prompt: 54 - cuddle [11_reasons]
"They are sitting side by side by the fire, under the black winter night sky."
They are sitting side by side by the fire, under the black winter night sky. His arm is wrapped loosely around her, idly scratching her side and ears as she presses comfortably against his side for more warmth.
Silently he regards her from the corner of his eye. The fire casts a golden light on her coat, making it glow. Her eyes reflect the light of the fire until it seems there's a fire burning inside her. At that moment, more than ever, she reminds him of the sun.
She notices him looking at her, and tilts her head at him in silent question. Smiling, he shakes his head and tightens his hold around her, pulling her closer against him. She leans into him, nuzzling her head on his shoulder.
Around them, the snow keeps falling gently.
Title: Music & Water
Prompt: 69 - music ; water [11_reasons]
"The sun is barely over the horizon when she comes upon him sitting on the riverbank, his bare feet dangling lazily in the clear, cool water."
The sun is barely over the horizon when she comes upon him sitting on the riverbank, his bare feet dangling lazily in the clear, cool water. On his lap he holds a skillfully crafted, stringed instrument, and as she watches, he runs his fingers deftly over the strings. The melody is soft and wistful, of love and longing, and it reminds her of all the times she has spent cuddled up against him, basking in his warmth and love.
Her heart aching, she walks up to him and leans affectionately against his side. Surprised, his fingers pause on the strings, the melody fading away as he turns to look at her inquiringly. With a small whine, she snuggles closer to him, pressing her forehead in the crook of his neck. Almost instantly his arms come up around her, pulling her into a tight embrace as he leans his head down on top of hers.
They sit like that for a long moment, enjoying the closeness, until he finally pulls away. She can sense the tender smile on his face as he ruffles her coat, his finger gently massaging her back, before picking up his instrument again.
This time the tune is airy and lighthearted; it makes her smile as she continues to lean against his shoulder.