It's dusk out now, the warms of reds and pinks floating across the sky seamlessly, painting the world as its canvas.

However, it's one of those nights where you have to sleep alone, your husband running late on a mission. You lay on your stomach, half of your legs dangling off the bed. Maybe the aspect of that wouldn't be so bad if the bed wasn't so big. If the estate itself wasn't so empty. You'd often wondered why you put yourself through it-- did the pros of being married to the strongest jujutsu sorcerer really outweigh the cons? Statistically, you spent more nights alone since your wedding day than you have together.

So lost in thought, you didn't see nor hear the familiar opening and closing of the front door. You didn't hear the soft padding of his feet against the floor boards as he climbs the stairs. Nor did you see him lean against the frame of the door.

You sigh softly into your arms, small pout forming on your lips. You could complain all you wanted about his absence, but it could not shake the fact that you loved him more than the moon loved the stars.

"What're ya' thinking about?" Hands on the base of your spine, applying gentle pressure with his thumbs and slowly working the tension from the muscles there. "Looking all sad, babe."