#𝐃𝐘𝐍. / fujihill. ( mystsins )

[hatefueled]

@mystsins asked: her hands are meticulous as they drag along the smooth planes of warming metal. " you know if you let me, we could very well level the entire playing field with our intimacy, jericho. " a laugh escapes her, as one always does when her husband gives her a look of flustered, dazed confusion - she had her ways of making it happen. but surprises would make it all the better once she puts her plan in motion; however, for now, fuji will keep to the many intimate touches jericho has felt before. leaning down, pressed against him, so that all the familiar paths in which she has mouthed along his body were worshipped, even if she is not met with the suppleness of flesh. " just think, I could make you feel the real thing as if your body has never been changed. "

Magic, her magic, spreads from his core and through his body. It grants him sensation, the ability to feel every touch. There are times it's been so intense, he has truly wondered if the loss of his flesh and blood was just a bad dream. It was pleasant and warm, coiled tightly where he gut ought to be. Replaced now by tubes, metal plates, and bits of wire. She'd explained to him how it works, some. That it was as much to do with her- as it was himself. ' you have to be willing to let it work. accept it and it'll do exactly what's intended. ' If he didn't it'd do more harm than good. Not that it'd ever be an issue; the trust he has in Fuji runs deep.

What did she mean by that? More than satisfied by what she could already accomplish here. What did she mean? Jericho breathes through it- inhales deeply once, then sits up a bit. Using his arms to prop his weight, he looks down to where she drapes herself over him. " You know I'll trust ya with anythin' right? I trust ya ain't gonna hurt me, that you know what yer doin'. " a pause, before he pushes himself up with one arm. Reaching with the other, to gently cup Fuji's jaw. " I dunno how ya plan on improvin' upon it- what'cha do is already more than I could ask for. But if yer wantin' t'experiment a bit- I'm up fer it. "

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[hatefueled]

@mystsins asked: " how does it feel? " Fuji inquires, all while she settles down in soft, fluffy evening clothes. Couch cushions sinking under her weight. she was quite cold from the chilly draft wandering throughout their home, which says plenty despite her undead state. Such is the cons to a house as old and ... vintage as one can call it. But it was a style she's come to adore, " to finally have a place to return to. " She adds, albeit hesitantly, as if deep down she feels that Jericho would somehow come to regret it. Regret them. " I'd imagine it's not ... easy. most prefer to keep away from change. "

Her question hangs heavy in the air between them. Not an odd one, coming from Fuji but.. it doesn't catch him by surprise. It's got him wondering if perhaps he's done something to prompt her concern. Or if maybe she's just getting back in her own head, worried he may leave without a word. He's scared her before with that, habits he'd struggled to break for a time. Maybe though... just maybe, it is asked out of genuine curiosity- a desire to know.

Words aren't really able to express how it feels, not fully. He hasn't had a proper home in years, always on the go. And the trauma associated with something like 'home' had been... difficult to move on from.

Until of course, he'd met Fuji.

He's grateful they took it as slow as they did. Allowed him to ease into something steady, and consistent. It gave his life balance, where for the longest time it was just teetering on the line of disorder and chaos. Grief wracks him still, though it's gotten easier to contain it. To hold it. Emotional wounds have scarred over, never healed, but no longer unbearable and all consuming. Jericho believes she is in part to thank for it- for a great many things actually. For this home, for his happiness, for another chance with his daughter. ( He should have taken those steps himself. But how could he, when he didn't even know if she'd recognized him ? )

" Change can be good... " he says finally, after watching her for a moment. Then it is with a thoughtful hum, a note from deep within him, that he moves to take a seat on the same couch. " It feels good. The sorta change you gave me. " he's admittedly never been great with words- not like this. But he knows she will appreciate it best if he speaks from his heart.

" I've never been happier. " he finally answers the question. and it's true. Yes, he was happy before all this. But there is something about it, about the joy he feels now. After he's lost everything, and found something despite the odds. Gaining back all that, after years of nothing... " Being able to come back, to know yer waitin' fer me here, knowin' I have a home. A place I feel safe, and protected, where I don't have t'worry if someone or some- thing is gonna get me... " Jericho wishes he could just project his emotions, and thoughts. That she could feel what he feels.

" It's everything to me. You're... everything to me. "

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[hatefueled]

@mystsins asked: HELP + DEVOTION / fuji :)

Despite how often it happens, Jericho's surprised very time her magic takes root in him. It should be impossible, but so long as he allows it- lets her manipulate it within him... he can feel wherever she touches. At first he'd assumed the cold steel of his body would of been uncomfortable. But Fuji seems especially fond of it, giving him this sort of attention every opportunity she got.

She's taking her time with it today- lithe fingers do up the buckle of his belt in a single motion. Giving the loops a tug to ensure they're on right. All the while he lips press gentle kisses against his body. Planes of metal, where magic flows and allows him to discern each one. He keeps his hands out of the way, allows Fuji to do the work for him. Snapping buttons, tightening loops, connecting clips. Smothering him in any affection she can give as she does.

" Baby, at this rate, I ain't sure I'm gonna want to leave. " a jest. He's got to go again, there is no real choice here. But he knows he'll yearn to return once again when he's finished. She offers him a soft hum, a single not, as she smooths out the folds and creases of his jacket. And, once satisfied, her lips brush against his jaw, near the corner of his mouth. Before pressing one properly to his lips.

" One more...? " palms now at her waist. " Fer luck, n all that. "

𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡  𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

[hatefueled]

dynamics tags ig. . .. they're simple. idk if im satisfied but i nitpick everything i do, so.

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