#/ thank you sending FJDKSLJFLDKS christmas ana/kenzou has me reeling

[dernarrleid]

' do you want to share in this holiday dinner with me, kenzou? ' the table is set, candlelit and music plays in the background. in another life, maybe, they are a happy married couple, where she is oh such a proper wife, without extensive murder history. in this life, they are only given few such moments. ana-maria has even prepared her red dress and lipstick! ' i have specifically prepared it for us. i want us to dine, dance, kiss, maybe indulge in one another fully. do you think you want this... for this holy night? ' ( hi... AJSHSHDHDHD )

Kenzou checks his watch, wristband wrapped firmly so it sit upside down. The hands move rather slow, compared to his jumping heartbeat. Ana always did manage to catch him off guard, despite having that particular dangerous vulnerability filed down to detecting mildly abnormal shifts in his environment. He could almost smell hints of perfume, perhaps the candle, from the outside of his door. It never piqued his interest—most dates with women often held the same atmosphere, though after a while it grew acrid and suffocating—until realization struck him. It's the only way to explain why his feet are moving further across the room, travel suitcase forgotten, only briefly taking note of how unkept his appearance was. Long hour at the hospital extended quite a ways from his apartment, so it's understandable, both his absence and the holiday, have Ana waiting.

"Tabun... does this holy night have champagne on the menu? Another one of your stories to compliment it?" Kenzou smiles, exhausted but genuine. He wouldn't shy away from their momentary bubble of normalcy. The more he took her in, the redder her hair appeared, the golden hue of the candlelight almost made it look like fire. Very fitting. He's not surprised to find most of her outfit resembling the same tone. Kenzou admired her consistency, if not envied her for finding her own style that matched the intensity of their shining and darker moments. The hand holding the suitcase handle from before reached out reverently, resting on the crook of her neck shoulder, thumb pressing the side of Ana's cheek. His other hand mirroring the first, leaning further in. "If you don't mind, I might need something to tide me over, incase your famous dinners put me to sleep," Kenzou lips ghost over hers briefly. "Please..." He adds quieter and somewhat unhelpful, given that the words melts between them, deepening the kiss with a flick to the roof of her mouth.