Their romance is nothing like a fairy tale–too steeped in the violence of their work–but it’s real and true and everything Tetsuki wants.
She marries a good man, solid and stable, who makes her feel like she can be a good woman, too, if she just wills it.
Every kiss from Tetsuya makes her feel like the heroine of her very own story.
She loves Komadori, but not the way he hopes for–still, he is dear to her, and her to him, and it is difficult to be vulnerable in a world of war.
She reaches out, accepting his touch, and lets the intimacy speak for her.
He is a good man; it’s unfortunate Tetsuki isn’t the right woman.
Their’s is a lost connection, a hypothetical disaster in the making.
Azula would as soon kiss her as she would gouge her eyes out–they would surely destroy each other.
Maybe, in another life, Tetsuki would even let her try.
Love is soft and sweet again, no longer the clawing desperate creature, thread-like bonds gentle yet firm:
Tetsuki doesn’t need to say how important Maya is when her actions have already done so, words have never been how she communicates with Hiei, and it’s mostly a joke when she threatens to shave off the fox’s hair.
Tetsuki gets used to poison kisses, everything growing green around her; she’s lightheaded from giddiness as much as the toxins, luxuriating in the sensation.
Or maybe it’s the sound of machinery, oil streaked across her skin; or the view of the stars from outside the atmosphere, breathless but not suffocating.
Now she’s a heroine in more than just feeling.
A/N: Or, some quick three sentence fic about Tetsuki being in love?
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