The writing blog of ks_claw

A quick drabble based on a kiss meme on tumblr.

fifty ways to kiss someone. send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

3. …goodbye.

Whenever he has to leave, it is never without a kiss.

It doesn’t matter how things might have been the night before. Whether they might have argued (it happens more often these days than she cares to think), or they might have had a moment of peace (rarer these days with how the Tsar keeps hounding them both, in the name of Duty.)

All of that does not matter. All that matters in the end, is that she lets him know that he has something to come back to.

Sera has just given him the silver locket she made for him. It was a collaboration effort, with her mother having made the portrait of Sera inside. He adores it, and promises on his soul to come back.

When he stands and looks to her, his gaze is heavy with sorrow and regret (and deeper still, a resentment towards the Tsar. Not the Constellations, they can’t help its rulers decisions.)

“I have to go.” He tells her quietly.

“I know.” Is all she says. Then she steps forward, and he wraps his arms around her. They feel warm because of his coat, and hard because of the armor it hides, and her mouth is on his with no hesitation. Their lips speak with this action what words can not say.

I love you. I miss you already. Don’t be too long. Come home safe. I love you, I love you, I love you…

When they part, they do so reluctantly. His hands linger, one brushing across her cheek, the other through Sera’s hair, before he forces himself to turn away and head towards his waiting ship.

Little do they know, that this is the last they will see of one another.