. *ੈ 𓆞 ｡ ﾟ➴ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍 the edge of the Alcor, your legs dangling off the edge, back leaning against a hard wooden pole. Uncomfortable on the spine, but a grounding sense of familiarity with the sea spray coating your skin kept you there — rooted in place, despite the mediocre conditions. Gentle waves washed up against your legs, splashed your clothes, yet no storm would ever be able to dampen your resolve, wither your formidability. None.
A familiar smile was accompanied by a wave - of a hand this time. You gazed up at the crow's nest, the movement catching your sight from the corner of your eye - the first thing you managed to notice, when your gaze flicked to the higher platform, was simply ivory hair framing a smiling expression. A familiar red streaked its way through the pale white, creating a stark, memorable contrast as the owner gently gazed below. "Ah, Kazuha," you said, a half-smile adorning your features as he lowered his waving hand. "How are you?" He asked.
Your response was quick and short-lived, but sweet. You turned your head back out to the sea, and he turned his to the sky.
It's a nice feeling being loved, isn't it?
Well, you wouldn't know. You wouldn't know that you're feeling loved, for you have nothing to compare it to.
