Kaname — X Yuuki

“You’re brooding,” Kaname said.

She heard him before she saw him: the whisper of silk, the faint, cool fragrance of night roses. kaname x yuuki

He had opened his eyes in a small cottage by the sea, and the first thing he had seen was her face, lined with centuries, her hair white as winter frost. He had wept. “You’re brooding,” Kaname said

Because Yuki was his world now. She always had been. He had wept

They did not speak of the future. There was no need. They had already buried the past. What remained was this: two immortals in a quiet room, hands intertwined, watching the world turn without them.

The girl showed the portrait to her grandmother, a wrinkled human woman who smelled of lavender.

“Will you stay?” she whispered. It was an old question, asked every night since his return.