#「 r. love comes in one color — pink ( himari ; kiwa ) 」

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⟬ meme / @lovedlace ⟭

❝ Want me to make mean faces at them? ❞ / for himari!

She was silent, preoccupied with her own thoughts and the sinking feeling in her stomach. Anxiety burned white-hot all the way down, leaving a gaping pit that filled with bile and self-loathing.

Kiwa's supportive quip was muffled in her ears, but delayed processing meant realization dawned on her a minute later. Eyelashes fluttered, color returned to her face, but there was a distinct lack of light in her eyes when she focused on her girlfriend.

"Uh? I guess, yeah. . . Go for it. Just don't get too carried away."

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⟬ @kissespink ⟭

hands reach out to gently cup Himari’s cheeks— and then a quick peck is placed to her lips. “I think you’re very much so girlfriend material, Himari~ I have tons of fun with ya!”

Something must be on my face, she assumed. How kind of her to help me.

Heart warm and grateful, Himari leaned into Kiwa's hands. Her assumption still stood, and she made to give preemptive thanks to prove how appreciative she was, but the moment her lips parted, she felt something soft seal them shut again.

It was quick and wholly unexpected, the gesture leaving her slack-jawed and stunned. Half of a whole minute passed before a sound escaped her, but it was nothing more than a faint wheeze.

"Y—You kissed me." Another three second passed, and the claims Kiwa shamelessly made finally sunk in. "Wait, you think I'd be an okay girlfriend? I mean, you think I'd make an okay girlfriend for you? I have fun with you too, I just — I didn't think you liked me that way."

The quick breaths that began to have at her chest weren't spurned on by anxiety, but excitement and naïve eagerness. "Can we do that again? I wasn't really paying attention last time."

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⟬ meme / @kissespink ⟭

Suggest romantic candidates for my muse// Himariii… how would you feel about dating a certain tall pink lady for real? i know she’s taken you on a date or two, but.. for realsies? 👀

"You mean. . . ?" She wasn't adverse to saying the name because it was clear who the description belonged to, but her tongue became dry and knotted when the thought solidified itself in her mind.

Dating someone as kind and wild and carefree as Kiwa felt like a dream far out of reach. She was too fantastic a person, too gorgeous and fun. Himari knew that she was the opposite, and that meant she was guaranteed to slow Kiwa down.

"I don't think she would want to date me. We've gone out, but it's always been something slow and boring — for her, I mean. I always like spending time with her. She's so. . ." Her thoughts trailed off, and a daydream began to manifest. ". . . amazing. I just wouldn't want to disappoint her."

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⟬ meme / @kissespink ⟭

❝  you’re even beautifuler at two in the morning.  sorry,  i had to speak my mind.  ❞ / AND FOR HIMARI …!!!!

"I don't think that's a word." She attempted to sidestep the compliment because it couldn't possibly be true. Her hair was a tangled mess, her face looked heavier without her glasses, and she shuffled like a woman in her seventies.

How any of that could be attractive to someone like Kiwa was beyond her, but it did tickle her. The most delicate of fluttering filled her stomach as she leaned over the back of the sofa, arms folded and chin resting on her elbow.

"But thank you. I just came in to check on you. I hope the couch isn't too uncomfortable."

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⟬ @kissespink ⟭

Kiwa’s gently taking Himari’s hand within hers, a quick kiss pressed to her knuckles. “you’re very cute~”

It had taken patience and vast amounts of reassurance, but the gloves had eventually come off. Having her hands bare around Kiwa felt strange and incited the smallest thrum of habitual panic in her chest, but she didn't want to backtrack after claiming aloud that she trusted the woman in front of her.

"W—Wait, uhm. . ." The feeling of skin against skin was almost too much right away. She couldn't remember the last time someone had held her hand like this, but she knew that the lack of touch meant the nerves along her hands would betray her now that they were getting a small sample of what she had missed since her high school days.

The kiss only lasted a second, but it pulled a light, airy gasp from the empath. Her fingers flexed and twitched, and her heart did a mighty front flip inside her chest.

"O—Oh, thank you. You're sweet to say that, but. . ." She tried not to let it melt her, but she craved more. She lifted her hand, but it trembled as it rested light in Kiwa's.

Himari knew it would make her look pathetic to beg, but it didn't occur to her until now that she desperately wanted to be touched and to touch in return — even if if was something as pure and soft as kisses to her knuckles. "Another one, please?"