[ The body she embraces is more than thirty centimeters taller than hers. Familiar, though Rin hadn't been picky. Beneath a navy tunic tattered cape is a thick wall of muscle; a waist dense with tightly packed abs, far easier to wrap a woman's arms around. As opposed to the broad shoulders above with pauldrons settled over their tops, anyway. The scent of Dark himself, the smoke of incense, and warm notes of leather envelop Rin when she holds him. They're still caught in his silvery hair, even after all this time.
How long had it been since they'd seen each other? For her, about two months. As for himself, it'd felt longer. More than two years of memories had returned to him. He'd been beaten a second timeβ sent to Hell itself. Seeing Rin now is surreal, and without saying anything, Dark simply lifts his arms to let her into him. One arm wraps around her upper back. Another softly cradles the back of her head.
β§Hunger 2
How long had it been since they'd seen each other? For her, about two months. As for himself, it'd felt longer. More than two years of memories had returned to him. He'd been beaten a second timeβ sent to Hell itself. Seeing Rin now is surreal, and without saying anything, Dark simply lifts his arms to let her into him. One arm wraps around her upper back. Another softly cradles the back of her head.
He's back. ]