SNK Week 2k17 || AnimeTrashLord-007

Day Six;; Growth||Ymir x Historia

    “Ymir! Guess what!” Historia exclaimed as she bounded across the dining room, over to where her best friend was looking out the window.

    Ymir sighed, averting her gaze from the sparring outside, “What?”

    “I've gotten taller! I'm still growing! I'll be taller than you one day, I know it.”

    “Oh really?” The brunette smirked at her much smaller companion, standing straight to emphasise her own height. She towered over the blonde. “I must have gotten taller as well then, because you're still as short as ever to me.”

    Historia huffed, “Don't joke! I'm being serious here.”

    “So am I.”

    “It's fine, say what you will. We’ll see who is laughing when I'm right and you're the short one,” Historia mumbled as she fell into one of the lounge chairs.

    “Why does it matter to you anyway? You're an adorable munchkin. Why change?”

    “Munchkin?!”

    “Sorry, I meant gremlin.”

    “Rude!” Historia cried, throwing her hands in the air. She pouted at the brunette, her large, blue eyes glimmering as rays of sunlight hit them. Historia knew it was Ymir’s roundabout way of showing affection, but she still played along and pretended to be offended. It was an odd relationship they had, with all the teasing on Ymir’s part and the chiding on Historia’s. Though Historia hadn't quite figured out her own feelings yet, she knew Ymir loved her.

    “Cheer up, buttercup. Since no one has noticed or cares that we’re not training, why don't we go to the dorms and do a little one-on-one sparring. I've got some moves I'd love to show you.”

    Historia’s eye sparkled as she sat up straight in her seat. She grinned at Ymir, oblivious to the other woman’s real intentions. Ymir slinked across the room, her hands resting on the back of the lounge chair as she observed the person she cared about more than anything else in this world. She was a goddess and Ymir adored her. Historia was kind, smart, loving and passionate. If anyone was capable of bringing light and peace back to this gloomy, devastated world, it was Historia. Ymir was more than content to stay by her side and protect her for as long as the blonde wanted.

    “I'd love to learn something new! It never hurts to keep your arsenal fresh. That'll keep them on their toes!”

    “The technique I'm going to show you isn't one you use in the field...” Ymir hovered over the blonde, her fingers tracing the curve of her jawline. “It's one you use in the bedroom, between thighs with an expert tongue.”

    Historia’s face turned beet red, her voice a high-pitched squeal, “Ymir!”