[If she had known of his plan, she might've tried to stop him. Instead, Erina is curled up delicately in the bed, a look of quiet peacefulness on her face as she drifts in dreams of weddings and doves, perhaps forever attached to the day she dreamed of since the day she fell in love with Jonathan Joestar. He leaves, and she stirs only a little, mumbling something unintelligible and soft as she turns the precious ring on her finger. Since she arrived, she refuses to take it off. She refuses to be separated from her Jojo.
By the time he returns, her sleep is more shallow, those precious minutes before she would normally be awakened by hunger, or by the movement of her dear husband gently easing her to face the morning. She isn't the best at mornings in the first few moments, but he couldn't have done this more perfectly. First, the scent of freshly made food wafts right up to her, then she peeks from behind mussed bangs to see her beloved standing there with a platter, closing her eyes again as his lips press against her skin.
And then he speaks, and her cheeks redden. There had been hardly any time for anyone to call her that, and no one here really does, so to hear it spoken is miraculous, and makes her marvelously happy. Her heart soars, and her delicate smile is a touch brighter than even usual, as her bleary gaze resolves and she reaches from beneath the sheets to touch his cheek.]
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Date: 2016-01-07 08:15 am (UTC)By the time he returns, her sleep is more shallow, those precious minutes before she would normally be awakened by hunger, or by the movement of her dear husband gently easing her to face the morning. She isn't the best at mornings in the first few moments, but he couldn't have done this more perfectly. First, the scent of freshly made food wafts right up to her, then she peeks from behind mussed bangs to see her beloved standing there with a platter, closing her eyes again as his lips press against her skin.
And then he speaks, and her cheeks redden. There had been hardly any time for anyone to call her that, and no one here really does, so to hear it spoken is miraculous, and makes her marvelously happy. Her heart soars, and her delicate smile is a touch brighter than even usual, as her bleary gaze resolves and she reaches from beneath the sheets to touch his cheek.]
Good morning, Jojo.