An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

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Another day another sweet morning to greet her eyes with its cool welcoming embrace as the wind gently slipped in through the cracks of the windows an into the comfy and warm interior, cooling former passions yet never taking away the pride they bore.

Elongated ears perking and flapping from time to time at the tunes the birds voiced over the cups of their homes, her lips quirking upwards at the soothing scent of flowers blooming as the sun was slowly releasing itself from its ghastly prison under the previous heavy curtain of clouds cutting the skies, leaving the breach grow larger and larger as blue consumed grey and the light of the star bathed the fields with its golden light.

A beautiful sight to wake into...and one Yukime would never mind to witness time and time again as she finished folding the sheets of her bed after having clean and polished them.

Except that there was something, or in this case...someone missing from the picture.

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Where was Gettan....?

Where was her black haired mate indeed...?

Those were some of the recurrent thoughts in the young fox Theariantropes mind. Poking at her from time to time, like a needle in her shoe, or just a small itch at the edge of her fingertips after a particular cold shower when you decided for some reason to stick your hand up into a current of icy air.

Still, if she was honest with herself it was no biggie. Nowadays Yukime was already used to wake up alone in her home, her mother was the only strong enough to hunt and given her desire to leave for her hunting trips before the sun rose. Sometimes finding her arrive just as she herself was leaving her house after what surely should have been hours in the wilderness.

So there was nothing strange in that. None whatsoever.

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However, now that she was married should it not be different? No?

Her eyes roamed once more the empty room as if she were about to find the answer that avoided her...only to return with no hidden and unabated displeasure at the emptiness that oozed from such a cozy and warm place that was her bedroom.., briefly disrupting her upbeat mood.

Sighing, she closed her eyes, a hand rose to hold and rub against her forehead. The warmth of her shared hearth had been sorely missing these last few days. No, that was...not quite it. Something had changed..

At first it was the little things, a moment of pause here and there, a longer silence than usual between brooding and playful banter. Nothing really worth paying any heed or whatsoever.

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Then it had developed into something else. His eyes sometimes refusing to met hers at times, his body flinching more often than not when she made her presence known, or just that strange and tired look in his eyes and that....pale taste of copper in the air too.

Yukime could not help but frown at that particular detail. Did something happen..? She was not entirely sure, but perhaps it was related with the way he had gone out of his way to punch a tree....he had looked a bit weird that day.

It would be quite the tale if in the end it was all in her head and the unease she felt was born out of the calm and peace both her mother and Gettan were having for now without arguments or fights...