sweet
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info: reader insert, second pov, no use of y/n
a/n: going to try and write every other day to try to get my creative juices flowing. we'll see what happens though! enjoy this homage to my mountains
“i like it here”
your gaze raises at his soft murmur, watching as he pulls a mango free from it’s resting place on the branch. wordlessly, you press the hilt of the knife into his unoccupied palm.
you don’t need him to tell you. the feeling consumes him when he’s here on the mountain. it manifests itself when he closes his eyes as he turns towards the breeze, letting it caress the curves of his face. he explores the forgotten footpaths. like a lover returning home, hoping to commit it all to memory again. his midday dips in the river, clothes forgotten on the shore as he lets the cool water love him the only way it can. even now, as his eyes flitter across the landscape, drinking in every detail as if committing it to memory, you know that the mountain has overtaken him.
he turns the fruit over in his hand, gently prodding it’s sides before gliding the knife through it’s flesh. you watch the knife slide out, the juice of the fruit barely beginning to gather on it’s edges. Aone sticks the knife into the trunk of the tree, picking up the newly separated mango piece and sinking his teeth into it.
a low groan of satisfaction leaves him, bringing heat to your cheeks. you watch a blissful expression overtake his face, brought on by the explosion of sweetness. in a slow pull, his top teeth scrape across the inside of the mango, pulling with it the meat of the fruit, his bottom teeth following suit on the outer skin of the mango. small drops of juice escape the sides of his mouth, you catch them with your thumbs.
“i can tell. you eat mango like a local now.”
you steal a bite from the other untouched end of the sliced fruit. he glows at you, cheeks red from the constant tropical heat. the blush enhanced by the way that wayward strands stick to his forehead with sweat.
you stroke his cheek, enamored by a man who makes you feel so much love through the single act of eating a mango.
“what if we stayed here?”
your eyes close, instinctively shaking your head slightly and huffing out a low laugh.
“jiji would kill me. both of us, actually. and then find a way to bring us both back so that he could do it all over again.”
aone huffs, slicing off another piece of the tender fruit. “he’d understand if he were here.”
you hum, leaning on Aone and wrapping an arm around him, “we could bring him”
he looks down at you, eyes softening around the edges, “i’d really like that”
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Just wanna show another Pic, run through the ai filter. Yes, I'm aware this has nothing to do with digital art and I'm not an artist. I'm just enjoying the features and like the results. Ofc, this can't keep up with original digital art where artists put their heart into! But everywhere would be a nicer place, if we wouldn't bash each other for using filters and enjoying stuff. I'm still supporting my favorite artists and I won't stop doing so.
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