Amelia ☾ [L. Ackerman X OC]

Sixty

There was an innate warmth in his touch, her spine leisurely meeting to his torso. With each inhale she took, the familiar lavender scent would enter her nostrils in a gratifying manner, though the aroma also had a new hint of freshness too. Judging by the abundant plain, it was inevitable that she'd assume the exquisite mixture came from the flowers scattered around them. The petals were painted contradicting hues, thus creating an idiosyncratic, yet auspiciously gorgeous array of color, almost like that of vivid painting.

How could a place as beautiful as this exist?

She peeked up at his inherently elegant features, the bottom of his black hair lightly swaying from the slight breeze. His narrow grey irises were gentle and kind, sapphire pools highlighted in the cool hue of the moon. His muscles were relaxed while he rested against the brown bark of the tree behind, emerald leaves meeting the green grass as a result of the sudden gust of wind.

There had even been a large, yet crystal clear azure pond, the darkness almost the same shade of the lingering blue tint in Levi's eyes.

She loved it.

"Amelia?" He tenderly whispered her name, the heat of his breath tickling her ear in the most pleasing fashion.

"Yes?"

"Do you ever think about the future?" His affectionate kisses left a trail down to her exposed shoulder, the action sending goosebumps down her arms.

"I used to, in the underground ironically. The thought of having 'The Teahouse' with you is what kept me going for a long time. Then after Isabel and Farlan died, when we didn't get along, I just stopped. I guess I didn't see a point since I didn't really have any liabilities."

What is this?

Why am I watching Levi and I?

Is this a dream?

"And now?" He urged her to continue, not wanting the moment to cease.

She happily smiled, "yeah, I've started thinking about it- for the first time in six years."