Lion Head Mesa akuma

satsu fell in place to his side, sinking softly, taking care not to lean on him. she didn't know why she wanted to touch him so badly - it wasn't like they had been without one-another for weeks, the war was behind them, they had dined and bathed and spoken daily since his return.
and yet.

i haven't gone so far as the borders. a walk would be nice. she nods and puts aside any thought of the strange creature beneath her pillow until the night, when she'll find it once more, and wonder.