Kenzo paired his eyes to hers. He firmly stared at her beautiful golden colored eyes. Two round, amber eyes held their gaze at a pair of light blue colored eyes. The mercenary grabbed the girl’s hand carefully. He caressed it as he brought it near to his face. The man planted a gentle kiss in the back of her palm, before smiling at her. ”I know…”.
Letting go of the man’s hand, the girl slowly caressed the man’s face. Her fingers traveled from right and down to his chin. Pausing for a second, her fingers stretched to touch the cold bone jawbone that protruded from the man’s cheek. Flowing gracefully, her finger outlined piece by piece the silhouette of the bones. Pressing lightly against the sharp teeth that lined up the outer part of his face, the girl became bewitched by her job.
As her finger left the last teeth of the row, she spoke once again. ”I think the best translation in this case is Daywalker.”
Turning his body around, Kenzo once again rested on his back while looking at the golden rays of the sun. ”Hmmm… Daywalkers. Can’t say I have. Is it a clan?” Sometimes the girl spoke in riddles; it was a habit she had, one that Kenzo found quite charming. She was aware of the fact that she spoke in that manner sometimes. Specifically, when holding deeper conversations. However, she was self-conscious about it and constantly apologized for doing so. For the man, this was rather cute. ”Nnn.. Not sure if you could call them a clan, but they are a special group of people.” Extending her hand once again and trying to catch the sun, she continued. ”They are people chosen by the sun goddess. According to the legends my grandpa told me, night never sets for them.” The girl sighed. ”I wish I was one…”
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