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Ei loves the shade of pink Yae’s hair is, a pleasing and pretty pink that reminds herself of days spent admiring sakura trees. She loves the way Yae seems to take pride in it as well, taking time before bed to comb through it carefully, and on days when she’s more tired, will place the comb between her palms, a silent request with a simple smile. Most of all, unbeknownst to Yae, she loves running her own fingers through it, be it as she helps Yae with her nightly ritual or when Yae playfully curls up in her lap during a shared lazy afternoon.
Tonight, after Yae had passed her the comb with a smile and tired eyes open with a plea, she let the comb run smoothly through the pink locks in a familiar motion. Tonight however, she brings the ends of each lock she’s combed through to her lips, as though in appreciation for every individual hair.
Yae notices but neglects to comment, either due to day’s weariness or because she does not want to disturb the process, remains unknown to Ei. Thus, the Shogun takes her time, kissing every lock as though each kiss would reach Yae’s very soul.
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While their eyes may share the same colour, she loves Yae’s eyes more, for the purple always seems so much more vibrant than her own; how they almost seem to twinkle when Yae is up to some mischief and she likes to believe, the way they seem to light up when Yae sees her approaching.
It is no different today, she observes as Yae’s lips spread into a genuine grin while she saunters towards her. Her eyes curve into crescents briefly as she greets, “Hello, Ei.”
“Miko.” she greets back, a small smile present on her own face at the sight of the shrine maiden.
“What brings you here so soon?” Yae asks, though nonetheless pleased to see her.
Her eyes seem to glimmer and Yae’s grin turns cheeky as another question slips from her lips.
“Could it be that you miss me already? Although we just saw each other yesterday.”
Before Ei can answer, Yae steps closer, tilting her head closer to Ei’s as she continues on.
“My my, how needy of you, Your Excellency.”
There is unbridled mirth brimming in Yae’s eyes and Ei finds that she cannot help herself, swiftly cupping Yae’s cheeks and pulling her face closer for a kiss.
As their lips part and she moves back to give Yae space, she notes, pleased and amused, that the shade of rich purple she’s fond of, is more visible than usual with Yae’s eyes slightly widened.
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Ei loves the warmth Miko gives her. The 500 years spent in the Plane of Euthymia were devoid of any company and as such, any sort of warmth as well.
When she let Yae into the realm for the second time, with just the two of them, the kitsune hurriedly embraced her and Ei was immediately struck with how much she had missed the sensation.
When Yae proceeded to whisper words of endearment into her ear, the sky in the realm shifted to hues of pink and purple, as her own heart trembled with emotion. In that moment alone, Ei swore to herself to never keep Miko out ever again.
In the present, they lay close together after another evening spent in throes of pleasure. Ei cards her fingers through Yae’s hair, the pink haired woman’s face tucked warmly in the crook of her neck.
She gently rubs at certain spots on her scalp, muscle memory working, noting the way Yae’s ears flicker in response. She knows Yae is still awake despite her closed eyes, knows it because the rise and fall of chest hasn’t quite evened out and the way she subtly shifts in her arms.
She softly scratches behind one of her ears and is rewarded with a pleased sigh. The arm around her torso tightens as Yae pulls herself impossibly closer, their bare chests pressed together and their legs become entwined.
The kitsune tilts her head up, speaking softly to her, “Mhmm, I love you, Ei.” before she returns to her previous position, intent to fall asleep in her Archon’s embrace. Through their shared body heat and through the words she receives and whispers back, Ei feels warm all over.