A/N: Something sort of a Valentine’s date given the timing of this post. I changed the build up but kept the boat scene as true as I could to the movie. Also, here’s some Hanzo fluff after all that angst I was posting.（´υ｀）
There had been a lot of shuffle and grind within the small
town the pair of you were in today. However, the current mission had left you with little time for answers as to why
it was such.
That evening after arriving back
to the hotel later than expected, Hanzo was immediate to rush you to get dressed
in your best. You groaned in reluctance, pouting at him. However, his hands had gripped at your waist while his hair framed his face loosely. He stood before you
clean and washed, a faint lavender smell wafting when he kissed your forehead.
“Come now, get dressed and ready for me.” His lips lingered down your
temple and stopped short at the edge of your lips. “I have something special for
us.”
It was hard to keep from frowning. The archer knowing exactly how to make you putty in his hands.
With a sigh, you did as he asked. His hand caressing yours when you were done and ready to go.
There’s a tranquil calm that sets itself amongst the two of
you.
The boat floats along the lake as the cool night breeze moves you with the current. Its particularly dark out. The moon being the
only source of light as Hanzo rows the boat towards the middle of the lake. He
settles when there is a good distance between you and any others that idle nearby. It is enough to give you privacy while not straying too far from the docks.
The small boat hardly rocks, a gentle sway lulling you at ease.
Upon placing the paddle back, Hanzo sits relaxed in his seat. His arms are
crossed over his chest as you look at him rather curiously. He grins uncharacteristically
before looking off towards the town. The view is nice, you note, but is much
too dark out for a proper spectate.
That is, until a flash of light catches your eye.
The boat shuffles as you rocket to your feet. Hanzo huffing
a warning as he tries to settle it down only to be knocked on his back. The
scuffle goes unnoticed by you as you peer into the distance. He adjusts himself
as you grip the front of the boat in excitement. There you see it. Far off, a
lighting gleaming against the city much warmer and brighter than the that of
buildings.
It rises into the night before a myriad of others follow
suit. The boats swimming not too far from you release more into
the night. They are swallowed up into the air, joining the rest until that is
all there is.
Lanterns, you gasp
with wide eyes.
They drift with ease, spreading and expanding outwards. They
soar and dance while encompassing the sky around you. A throng of golds and
embers paint the night like stars while flying gracefully. Their reflections
upon the water making it seem glowing and ethereal.
“Wow…” It leaves your mouth involuntary and breathless. A
warmth flooding your system as darkness fades and light floods the earth
surrounding you. “Hanzo, thank you.” You whisper, eyes trained on the nights
sky. The archer remains silent, eyes solely resting on you with the faintest of
smiles. Your skin has taken a copper glow as your eyes glisten in sheer awe. The
chill of night is replaced with warmth that radiates at your back. Slightly
startled, you turn to meet his eyes.
He watches as you with a smile. Sitting patiently before you
there with a pair of lanterns in each hand. Eagerness overtakes you as you
scatter to sit before him. Hands floating over the paper crafts but unsure if
to take one. He chuckles but nods.
You make your grasp as light as you can, directing the craft
over the edge of the small boat before sending it up into the air gently. Hanzo
mirrors your movements, the pair swirling together as they join the others in
the sky. An enraptured gaze follows them before they are lost in the sea of
lanterns.
Hanzo watches the mere dazzlement of your expression. Your
smile is enough to outshine the lights alone. There are butterflies at the pit of his stomach. He licks his lips rather unsure of what to say. There are no words words that can describe the way you make him feel. Surrounded
by splendor yet you are the only beauty he sees here. With gentleness, he takes
your hand in his. Holding both with each palm as they are brought to his lips.
He kisses each knuckle lightly, gaze never leaving yours. The lights flutter all
around you but it feels as if the world is just you and him.
The blush on your cheek feels hot compared to breeze that
reigns the night. Slowly, he moves closer to you. There’s a magnetic pull as
your eyes flutter shut and lips meet him half way. Your hands fall to your lap
as he takes a hold of either side your face. His finger tips are cold against
the highs of your cheeks yet his callused hands careful as ever. He pulls you
to him and his lips meet your own feverishly yet patiently.
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 