Sitting on the couch with Minnie leaned against his chest, Bril stretched his arms out wide, making sure to give head scritches to Femi and Ishi, who were curled up together on the back of the couch. Dregg was sitting at their feet. Kesh was somewhere else, likely in his perch.
They were watching another film on their flat-screen, one about two lovers fighting for their love even no one else would.
“You know, if we somehow got separated through time and space, I’d move mountains to get back to you, too.”
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Minnie turned her head up to kiss her Zabrak under his chin, at the corner of his jaw, smile evident in her voice. “I know you would, Kitty. And I’d do the same.”
She huffed as she looked back to the screen.
“Dunno how with some magic, but I’d find a way.”
The kiss earned a smile from him, him holding and cherishing not just the sensation of her soft lips pressed against his skin, but also what the gesture represented – vulnerability, trust, affection. Something so simple that conveyed his utter peace in her presence.
“You don’t need magic, pur'ka,” he said, leaning down to kiss her in kind, lips planting a tender one atop her head, “only the strength of your love and more than a little daring.”
The patter of nascent rain came from outside, all around them. Without missing a beat, Bril scooched off the couch and up to his feet, earning a whine of protest from the sleepy anooba at their feet. After pulling Minnie to her feet, he stepped toward the door, beckoning her to follow him out into the rain with a look caught somewhere between mischievousness and fancy. “Like this.”
A charmed smile curled Minnie’s lips, even as she murmured an apology to their pets for daring to disturb their peace. Her small headtails curled at the ends in anticipation of getting wet, and a quick check of both their outfits being safe for the rain was all the pause she took before following her Zabrak towards and out the door.
It had taken her a long time, not to hesitate, much like with her scars. Showing him this, sharing it, was making herself completely vulnerable to what he felt– even if it was her home, her natural state. She was a daughter of the ocean. That her mother and brother had been stolen from it and her returned to it was a tragedy and a heroic tale all at once.
Still she was biting her cheek as they stepped off the porch, Selen’s warm rains pottering over them.
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