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[pellucidus]

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excellent c:

[fistpunch]

[ snow accepts her easily, seamlessly, and he draws her into his arms. she's small, so small, from the crown of her head to her shoulders to her feet. but snow knows very well how much weight those shoulders have carried. serah farron--villiers, now--is strong, strong beyond her years and more than people expect.

he gives her a kiss. his wife is beautiful, radiant, and if he could spend the rest of his days with her in his arms, he would.

they have their whole lives ahead of them, though, and snow's looking forward to it. as much confidence as he has, he knows that surely he wouldn't have near as much bravado if it weren't for serah. ]

Hey. [ another kiss, and he threads his fingers through her hair. ] Missed you.

[pellucidus]

[ she is not as soft as she used to be, hardened over the years, but his mere presence still makes her melt, warmth spreading over every inch of her as she slips right into his lap. each kiss is eagerly reciprocated, sweet and lingering. ]

You missed me? [ serah giggles softly, blowing her bangs out of her eyes to beam at him. but instead of pointing out that they were just looking at each other a second ago, she adds, ] I always miss you.

[ cupping his face with both hands, her eyes flick over his features, memorizing them for the millionth time. ] Husband, [ she tests the word out on her tongue, liking how that feels. ]