#senritsu having RIZZ

[hunting-songs]

Give my muse an item and see how they react!

He had really tried. But the only camera he had ever touched since he was a child was an old polaroid that they had gotten with their friends while living in Lukso and the paper had run out soon. So taking pictures with his phone was not one of his greatest strengths. Kurapika still kept the photo that Senritsu had given him in his wallet and he wanted to reciprocate with something similar, so after taking a shower, he took one, two, three, countless photos but they all made him feel insecure, or they came out blurry, or poorly framed. Finally, after a lot of trying, he took a selfie that went from his lips to his bare stomach, his necklace handing in his chest, also showing his other arm which was more tonned than at the beginning thanks to the training. At least the fact that his face was not completely shown did not make him feel ashamed. After printing it out in his office, Kurapika put it in an envelope and waited for the two of them to be alone in their shared room to hand it to her, though he couldn't help but feel somewhat embarrassed when she took the envelope in her hands. He had really put his best effort into it.

"I must admit that I admire you, Senritsu, this is not easy at all"

Kurapikas heartbeat had been through the whole workday a nervouse song that dancing to would have made even a nimble dancer like Senritsu stumble over her own feet because it was too fast and hasty of a tact. It had her worried, so although they were on work Senritsu found herself carefully tilting her head in Kurapikas direction as often as possible until the sines in her neck started to ache as much as the worry for the other twisting in her chest. Therefor when they eventually were alone in the room and Kurapika handed her the envelope with the picture, Senritsu almost started to laugh over the picture. Not over the motive, that was beautiful. Not over Kurapikas shyness turning into nervousness and panic in a shrieking melody. Not over this at all. But because he was relieved. Relieved that Kurapika had been not aching but just nervouse and shy. Relieved that he trusted her enough to share such a picture with her. Relieved and happy that he wanted to gift her such a picture. So all she did was reaching out to the man sitting on the futon beside her and gently tapping her fingers against his arm, trying to slow down the nervouse orchestra that was his heartbeat, his breathing, the way he sat tensed.

“Dont be so harsh on you, I for one had help when I did those photographs. And extra pair of hands, so to speak.” An extra pair of hands that had been on my skin moments before that, tracing the lines of my tattoos. Senritsu did not added this, after all it would have been of no use: Kurapika knew Senritsu had been in relationships before meeting him, but also that she was not out to make him feel insecure and compare himself to other people. Especially not when the echo of Kurapikas insecurity turning his heartbeat into a light, fast flutter like a panicky birds wings was still clearly hearable for her much too keen ears. “I however take whatever admiration you offer me so dolcissimo. Its balm to my ears, please admire me more.” Senritsu winked up to the other in all good humor, a chuckle friendly and welcoming dancing on her lips just for him. Than, carefully as if she was worried she could crumble the photogrpah and therefor harm Kurpaikas hard work, held up the photograph a little higher so she could look at it while also having at Kurapika reflect in her dark eyes like in a sea of ink.

“Beautiful. I think its a very beautiful picture.” Past the photograph Her dark eyes wandered up to Kurapikas face, moving as slowly as a caress over his eyes, the shape of his nose, the form of his jaw, and the fine lines of his lips. Senritsu still very directly and very purposely looking up to Kurapikas face, smiled as innocently as she was defintive not, adding with voice sweet like a song:  “Mhmmmm….Not as beautiful as what I am looking at right now, though.” [ @skarletchains ]