Though an awful shudder runs through Lucy at the mention of Smasher's name, she can't look away from Musashi fierce gaze, the shape of her lips as she's sounding out promises that sound sweet and determined and impossible. This close, their foreheads pressed together, Lucy imagines she can almost hear Musashi's heartbeat, the sound of air rushing in and out of her lungs, a biological signature from the same body but a different mind. The urge to shake her and yell at her and futilely beat her fists against Musashi's chest is slowly fading.
"I'm gonna hold you to that, you know." Her voice is shaking, but she can't help the warmth in her eyes, a spark of affection amidst the howling void of almost-loss.
She eases down to stand on her own two feet, hands easing down from cradling Musashi's skull to her spine, to the small of her back, clutching at her kimono. This past week has been a lot -- Smasher, and the corruption in the city, getting corrupted herself, and not to mention that Smasher is still out there somewhere, still haunting Lucy's every thought -- but here she can find some measure of solace. In Musashi's arms, it's so easy to feel safe.
Just to double-check, she cradles Musashi's cheek in her palm, drawing back to study her eyes.
"Fuck." It's only then that the tears spill over, leaving streaks of red eyeliner down her cheeks. Lucy breathes out a wobbly laugh. "Shit, I can't believe you came back. You're really here. I was sure-- I guess I shouldn't have doubted you."
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"I'm gonna hold you to that, you know." Her voice is shaking, but she can't help the warmth in her eyes, a spark of affection amidst the howling void of almost-loss.
She eases down to stand on her own two feet, hands easing down from cradling Musashi's skull to her spine, to the small of her back, clutching at her kimono. This past week has been a lot -- Smasher, and the corruption in the city, getting corrupted herself, and not to mention that Smasher is still out there somewhere, still haunting Lucy's every thought -- but here she can find some measure of solace. In Musashi's arms, it's so easy to feel safe.
Just to double-check, she cradles Musashi's cheek in her palm, drawing back to study her eyes.
"Fuck." It's only then that the tears spill over, leaving streaks of red eyeliner down her cheeks. Lucy breathes out a wobbly laugh. "Shit, I can't believe you came back. You're really here. I was sure-- I guess I shouldn't have doubted you."