The way he treasured her hands as something; gold and diamonds were nothing compared to it, to her. Nothing could shine as her own presence again. Sighs deeply as his chest moves; his eyes stared at hers knowing he could not let her go again. He doesn't want to —She's been asking me for you this whole time. She has your smile, the way she laughs —could not help it but smiles—, even the way she fights for something she care for. It was joyful but painful to see. How does that make any sense? —

Looking at her was like a dream itself. If it was a dream he wanted to never been wake up, ever. Touching her hands, he held them enough to let him get close to her, looking down 'cause of height differences. He really missed that.

nodding at the question , breath caught in her throat . seems she couldn't find the words to say in that moment , && it was evident in the way her plump lips would part , but no sound would come out . she's watching him , taking in his body language . trying to read him , an eyebrow is raised in a serious way .

the hairs on her arms stand as he speaks , both brows now raised . nobody had ever said anything like that to her before , ever . she lets him kiss her knuckles , hot tears bubbling in fiery eyes . — I . . was . I never stopped thinking of you , of hanku . ever . —

That voice... So sharp as the way she speak, couldn't blame her after all —It's been a while, doesn't it? —stupid question, maybe necessary at some point— I was wondering if you were going to be able to talk to me —frowns a little bit, looking away for a couple seconds but he couldn't do it so long; his glance was coming back to hers once again—.

—I've been asking the stars if I could see you once again; I asked the ground if they could feel your steps, so they can tell me where you were. I asked the wind if I could feel you somewhere —handed firmly her fingers and bare hand, exposing the knucles as it's was leading to his face, kissing them softly, whispering —I wonder if you was there feeling the same. All the time.

she acknowledges his first words
with a soft — hmm . — , her back turned to him . she couldn't dare to look at him , not after being apart for so long; after what happened . she was still angry , very much so . but she couldn't lie , hearing his voice made her tear up for a quick second , but she quickly blinked those away .

turning her head so she can look at him finally , gaze immediately on his , eyes similar to the colors of a sunset glowing sharply . Hanku . . Oh how she missed her deeply , more than anything . — you have a lot of nerve coming here , but - . . we can talk . — her voice is quiet , hand unmoving as he reaches for it . she's letting him . yunoia can't help to admire him as well , he was still as handsome as ever .

—Seeing your platinum hair got me back in time —said as he got close enough, trying to not invade her personal space. He didn't know if she was still angry ar him ay this point, maybe he'd deserve a kick in the face at this point but taking risks is what he lives for.

—Can we talk? —questioning in a softly adoring way as his eyes sees deeply through hers, admiring —I know what happened shouldn't happen ever again, it should not —lifts his right hand as it get close to take hers —It is hard for us, I know that truly. And I want you to see that everything I have I want give it to you, to Hanku.