It had been makeup of all things that had originally brought them together, neither of them really knowing how to act around the other or talk to one another despite their shared past. Then there had been the day they had got caught in the rain, and Macbeth had wound up with his makeup streaking down his face and no way to fix it. It was a foolish concern really, but he had found himself getting worked up all the same, feeling vulnerable with his mask damaged by the rain and Sorano’s expression had softened when she’d realised what had happened. There hadn’t been any words exchanged when she’d gently sat him down under the tree where they had taken shelter to wait out the rain, kneeling in front of him and rooting through her bag for her own makeup. Her hands had been gentle as she’d cleaned his face, before reapplying what she could and no matter how hard he had searched he hadn’t been able to find any hint of judgement in her gaze and when she was done and she’d held out a hand to help him up, he took it without hesitation, fingers lingering a moment too long.
“Thank you…”
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Fairytail Drabbles
AcakA collection of 5 Sentence Drabbles - a mix of fluff, angst, romance and everything in-between. The Ships/characters involved are written in the chapter titles.
