It's like passing someone in a hallway, and a note being slipped from one hand to the other in the split-second you pass each other by. It's a little snippet of information, enough to form a blurry image of what went on while Tenma was in control. Not memories so much as blurry videos through a television screen. There was a fight. Tenma encountered Gilgamesh too, not the Caster she knows, but another Gilgamesh, cold and mighty, the absolute king of the world.
She knows that Lucy was saved, if not by Tenma's hand then by someone else, and that is all that matters when she sees the Edgerunner across the apartment, safe and herself again. But when Lucy begins crossing towards her, expression unreadable and steps purposeful, her smile fades just a bit. She knows she broke her promise, and that having to interact with Tenma was probably not a pleasant experience for her, but Musashi only wanted to ensure that she'd be safe, and the city wouldn't be facing down another King of Heroes, or whatever twisted version of her Phantom Cipher might have turned her into.
But she's determined to let Lucy say whatever it is she needs to say, do whatever it is she needs to do. They can go from there. A slap? A hug? A slap and a hug?
She's not expecting Lucy to grab her by the kimono, pull her forward with a hungry desperation...and kiss her, reaching up to grab her hair with her hand, as though trying to ensure Musashi won't just disappear or turn back, just keep her here in this moment.
Musashi does what she can to help with that, wrapping her arms around Lucy's waist and pulling her closer, so their bodies can be in direct contact with each other, so Lucy can feel her, her heat, her presence, her...her love. To reassure her that she's here, she's staying, she's not going to go away.
Musashi's never actually done this before. Tenma could certainly appreciate a beautiful maiden or handsome warrior, even take enjoyment of the view, but she never viewed pursuit of anything but the mastery of the twin swords important, or a necessity. She had lived the pure life of one devoted solely to mastering her art, and through that art, enlightenment. It wasn't until the first time her Spirit Core changed and she became herself that the idea of sharing a life, a passionate romance like the old epics, started to have any appeal, and the Waxing Moon Ritual allowed no time for that. And that experience had been all too brief, until Magisteria, when she had truly, finally become Musashi for good, separate and whole from Tenma and not just a facet of her.
So if Lucy is all teeth and desperation, Musashi is earnest and inexperienced. She deepens the kiss in return, as best she can, and leans back, lifting Lucy up off her feet and turning slowly because they've both waited so long for this moment, they deserve for it to be everything they want it to be, and Lucy deserves to be up among the clouds. She deserves to fly.
When the kiss breaks apart, Musashi does not pull back much. Her lips are electric, buzzing in a way she never knew they could, and still thrumming with the taste of Lucy upon them, and violet, electric eyes.
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She knows that Lucy was saved, if not by Tenma's hand then by someone else, and that is all that matters when she sees the Edgerunner across the apartment, safe and herself again. But when Lucy begins crossing towards her, expression unreadable and steps purposeful, her smile fades just a bit. She knows she broke her promise, and that having to interact with Tenma was probably not a pleasant experience for her, but Musashi only wanted to ensure that she'd be safe, and the city wouldn't be facing down another King of Heroes, or whatever twisted version of her Phantom Cipher might have turned her into.
But she's determined to let Lucy say whatever it is she needs to say, do whatever it is she needs to do. They can go from there. A slap? A hug? A slap and a hug?
She's not expecting Lucy to grab her by the kimono, pull her forward with a hungry desperation...and kiss her, reaching up to grab her hair with her hand, as though trying to ensure Musashi won't just disappear or turn back, just keep her here in this moment.
Musashi does what she can to help with that, wrapping her arms around Lucy's waist and pulling her closer, so their bodies can be in direct contact with each other, so Lucy can feel her, her heat, her presence, her...her love. To reassure her that she's here, she's staying, she's not going to go away.
Musashi's never actually done this before. Tenma could certainly appreciate a beautiful maiden or handsome warrior, even take enjoyment of the view, but she never viewed pursuit of anything but the mastery of the twin swords important, or a necessity. She had lived the pure life of one devoted solely to mastering her art, and through that art, enlightenment. It wasn't until the first time her Spirit Core changed and she became herself that the idea of sharing a life, a passionate romance like the old epics, started to have any appeal, and the Waxing Moon Ritual allowed no time for that. And that experience had been all too brief, until Magisteria, when she had truly, finally become Musashi for good, separate and whole from Tenma and not just a facet of her.
So if Lucy is all teeth and desperation, Musashi is earnest and inexperienced. She deepens the kiss in return, as best she can, and leans back, lifting Lucy up off her feet and turning slowly because they've both waited so long for this moment, they deserve for it to be everything they want it to be, and Lucy deserves to be up among the clouds. She deserves to fly.
When the kiss breaks apart, Musashi does not pull back much. Her lips are electric, buzzing in a way she never knew they could, and still thrumming with the taste of Lucy upon them, and violet, electric eyes.
"Hey."