As it was (Abel Heilon)

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Sitting in front of a pond in a flowery field was a woman with (eye color) iris which was set on the canvas she was currently painting, her (hair color) iris tied into a simple low pony tail and even though there was already an umbrella that protected her from the sun, she still wore a white hat that matches her white dress.

She sat there in her own seat in her own world as she casually painted as if she had all the time in the world, because she does have. Then for a moment, she halted.

She halted and set down the pain brush she was currently holding as if she already knew what was coming.

Because she does know, hearing the footsteps across the field, she didn't even need to turn around as she was already warped in his arms from behind.

"Did you wait too long?"

It was a familiar deep voice that made her smile, her hand reaching out to hold the hands that were resting around her stomach.

"Hmmm, if I said I did. What would do to make up for my lost time?"

She said with a chuckle, obviously teasing him as she gave him a glance

"Well you could have gone ahead but you choose to wait for me, it's your fault too."

The white haired man spoke behind her, burying his face into her neck as she was almost tickled by his breath.

He missed this.

Damn it all, he missed you.

Just like that she chuckle, removing his hands around her, carefully standing up at turning around to face her lover properly.

"You're right. I was partly at fault too"

She smiled at him

Then her (eye color) iris met his pair of gray ones that was staring at her lovingly and longingly.

"But you're here now, so I suppose you're forgiven."

She spoke and then open up her arms

And he took that as in invitation to invade her space and hug her tight. Pulling his close in his arms as he breath on into her scent, and to get unconsciously tear up as he pull her face into his neck as his other hand warped around her waist as he put his chin on her shoulder.

Fuck, you're really here right behind him, back in his arms, alive and breathing.

"You waited."

He laugh, tears unconsciously roll down his cheek in happiness.

"For you, I would."

She laugh, patting him on his shoulder in some from of comfort.

"Did you live well?"

She asked, fingers running though his short white hair, looking when they were eighteen.

"I did, I suppose I did."

He smiled, kissing her shoulder

"Hmm? Really? Why do you sound unsure thought?"