What Color Does Your Love Feel Like?

what color does your love feel like?

bright sunny yellow

sweet tasting popsicles, summer dresses and shielding your eyes from the sun. your love is the excitement of something brewing, something growing. it's the almost childish bubbling giggles of something new, but with the potential to stay. it's wide smiles, blinding sunny light and warm bodies that gravitate to one another. it's the the softness, the willingness, the slight holding of breaths in a crucial "what if" moment. it's the impatience too. the bouncing on tiptoes to see further than your eyes can reach, the holding out for a future that never seems to come even though you're ready, you're so so so ready.

it's the constant feeling of warm sand beneath your feet, holding out for the crashing waves. and still you wait, dry and impatient and with burnt soles of feet. your love is sour candy, enjoying it as your nose scrunches up from the aftertaste of it. it's hands that grab and take hold, that reach and ask them to stay and hope and beg and wait. it's bubbling excitement sure, but it's also demanding, focused, driven. it's love like a plan, with a path and route and a clear destination. and you bonce on your tiptoes, and burning, waiting for the soothing water, the crashing waves, you hold onto the melting popsicle, you wait and wait and wait.

it's tiring almost as much as it's laser focused ambition, deeply rooted desire and the unrelenting hope that it will work, that it will come. and it does, i promise it does. the waves crash, the beach floods and the pain passes, the water cool and soothing and you can let yourself fall in, sinking, sinking. and it's good, it's perfect, what you were hoping and more, holding and embracing you and welcoming you into the stillness you always knew you were reaching for.

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" mhm!! and, w-when w-we're done here, we'll head back to— t-to m-my house a-and we can have a movie night in! " her smile was growing as she speaks. they check in and are lead to a bar to get their drinks. agatha sits at one of the tables, watching as murasaki sits across from her, kicking her legs a little, hardly able to contain her excitement.

agatha sips her drink. " i-i j-just couldn't help but notice y-you seemed like you had a lot on your plate a-and— a-and y-you could use some time away f-from your work. " she tells her now, her smile becoming sheepish as she glances away. agatha was just observant that way, picking up on things most would brush off or not notice altogether. some have pointed out that it was creepy, that she was always so aware of people and her surroundings, but she felt it was better to observe than to put herself out there, like she noticed when she was still a kid in school. agatha brushes that away and looks back up at murasaki. " i-i'm c-certain we'll have lots of f-fun today, mura. "

when was the last time she took a day to herself? she honestly couldn't remember. work kept her busy most days, and her days off were usually spent record keeping or watching a movie by herself ( some stuff samael had recommended to her, as a way for her to "loosen up" ), but she had never treated herself to a spa. certain missions allowed her to enjoy an onsen here and there, but never a full package spa deal.

" s-seems l-like you ha-have our whole day p-p-planned, " she laughed softly at that, smiling towards her friend, " i'll be i-in your c-care then! " murasaki felt her heart skip a beat when agatha wrapped her arm around her own. she doubted she would ever get used to feeling agatha's aura and powers surrounding her, almost suffocating her in the purity of it all.

good, good, they can start returning these, th— illegal roombas? illegal? agatha turns, flabbergasted. " cash, w-w-where o-on earth could you have gotten i-illegal roombas? " how would they even go about returning those?! she waves her hands. " cash. cash. babe, i-i th-think illegal roombas are also n-not the way to go. " agatha is fairly certain a guard dog or a security system would be far more helpful than... roombas.

   “hm…  maybe  you're  right.”  cash  thinks  it  through,  pursing  his  lips.  “i  do  have  the  illegal  roombas  i  could  hook  up  as  well.  maybe  seventeen  isn't  an  intimidating  enough  number.”  he's  very  much  considering  now  taking  out  the  robbed  shipment  of  roombas.  before  he  legally  bought  seventeen.  “maybe  the  legal  roombas  aren't  enough.  you  have  such  a  good  point.”  he  nods  to  himself  -  though  he's  completely  missed  her  point.

" oh, you poor thing, it's okay. " she lightly pats the top of the roomba and re-orients the machine. for some reason, it keeps bumping into this one table leg. maybe something was wrong with it? agatha isn't sure. " i hope i don't have to return this... it's just so cute! "

i will do more ic-related things later/tomorrow, but for now, i gotta sleep

" oh, no, no, p-please, you don't have to apologize. " she giggles softly, waving her hand dismissively as she shakes her head. " no, i-i'm j-just a worrywart, i get it f-from my mother. " agatha's mother worried a lot, usually about her. as a kid, she'd quickly picked up on it, and in turn, she worried about nearly everything. money, people, her fears eventually getting the better of her. it was... a lot.

agatha sips her drink, humming at the taste. it was quite good, maybe she'd have to get something like this the next time she finds herself in a bar, whenever on earth that might be. her gaze drifts back up to mura and she smiles. " th-that's g-good, i'm glad. w-work hasn't been awful either, f-for me, but... i-i c-could tell i was in desperate need of a b-break myself. " god knows she very rarely takes a moment to stop and breathe and relax, powering through however she's feeling instead. getting yelled at by a customer yesterday was the final straw that told agatha she needed a break, otherwise she'd just keep making more mistakes.

her smile grows. " i-i d-don't think i've ever gotten one. i-i f-feel kind of nervous about the prospect of the f-full b-body massage, b-but, well, y-you'd know those reasons. " her gaze averts and she shifts in the chair, taking another sip of her drink. " i suppose i want to— t-to b-believe they've p-probably seen all sorts of scars a-and w-w-wouldn't b-be bothered by it, a-and i also feel, w-with you there as well, i... i w-would be okay. "

murasaki stayed as close as she could to agatha, so the pair didn't get separated somehow, as if that would have been a problem. she'd be able to feel her energy and follow it back to the fae, but she preferred to not use her magic if possible, at least for right now. getting their drinks from the bar, the witch sipped at her's through the straw, the bite of the alcohol hitting her tongue and burning down her throat.

" o-oh, s-sorry. i didn't m-mean t-to make you--you worry, agatha, " the woman offered an apologetic smile towards her companion, dual colored eyes flicking down to her drink, watching the ice slowly shift as it melted in the booze, " w-work hasn't been aw-awful, " another sip of her beverage before she looked back up towards the blonde woman, " but a break i-is nice. i'm... certain i c-could've a-asked si-sir pheles for the time off. " would that mean she was actually given a chance to relax her muscles and enjoy herself? not particularly. something was always going on that required extra hands, and murasaki was a veteran exorcist at this point, so she was the one they would call in to show up on scene.

" i-i'm... i'm e-excited. it's been a-a-a while since i've ha-had a massage. " how many years ago at this point? it didn't matter to a creature of time.