Vergil almost cannot hold her gaze with how much raw emotion floods his own. But he finds the resolve within himself to hold steady in sharing the gaze with her, not shying from her feelings or his own. She traces parts of his face in the first true silence they've shared with one another in a month. It does not rest nearly so heavily over them, and with that comes a feeling of relief for Vergil as each small touchstone of familiarity has done so thus far today. He turns his head enough to lean slightly into her touch. Her hands are rough and calloused in ways that Vergil's are not. It's evidence of her years of work both with blade and forge, and it is so very human. Strength and fragility all in one simple touch.
His hand at her back leaves for her hand at his cheek, holding it loosely as he turns his head a little further and places a kiss to her palm. They stay in such still quiet for a few moments longer—enough for heartbeats to settle—before Vergil breaks it. Vergil's other hand leaves Mizu's face and there is a movement for the nearly forgotten basket.
"Come," he says with a light tug to her hand, "a little further."
They are far enough from the station to avoid the majority of those in the region, but Vergil wishes to be a little further from the beaten path. Just in case someone is attempting to take a well-traveled path through Willow and deviates, he feels they ought to go further themselves to avoid the disturbance. And true enough, they do not walk for very long before he is satisfied. Only a couple minutes spent walking is ultimately before settling upon a blanket spread out over the grass. Vergil settles close beside Mizu, although he still does not yet go looking to touch her once more. Instead, he sets to emptying the basket's contents finally, spreading them out over the rest of the blanket where they do not sit while still generally remaining within arm's reach.
Food is generally food to Mizu based upon Vergil's observations. She is far from a picky eater and would be content to eat most anything regardless of its flavor. But still, he took care in choosing the ingredients and condiments Vergil felt Mizu might prefer for temaki. While that could very well be filling enough on its own, Vergil knows Mizu better than that. He also has a container of a light seaweed salad with its accompanying dressing separate, and another container in which a ham and cheese sandwich, an egg salad sandwich, and a tuna salad sandwich have been divided to form miniature sandwiches. He would have stopped there, but Kyrie caught him in the act. Thus, there is also a container filled with a large amount of chocolate-covered fruits, some plain and some with chopped nuts sprinkled over them as a compromise.
The last to be removed is a decent-sized jug of water (he would have brought tea if he'd had any guarantee it would still be warm by the time they settled down), dishes, and utensils. What utensils are needed for serving are placed with their respective items.
"I hope everything is to your liking," he says, pressing a kiss to her temple as he passes her the dishes and utensils she needs to eat. "It was impossible to prepare this without anyone else in the house knowing, and Kyrie was...insistent about the dessert."
Needed was the word she used.
"She said we need to have some kind of chocolate after so much time apart."
Vergil doesn't understand it, but Kyrie wanted to help in some way. Vergil could not find it within himself to say no even if there were certainly reasons within his reach that would not potentially bruise her feelings, such as Nero requiring more of her attention right now. It was a harmless thing that seemed to mean a great deal to Kyrie in the end, making it well worth it despite Vergil's lack of understanding. He also did not mind the company—her company in particular, no less—in the kitchen. It served as a decent distraction, preventing him from dwelling too long and too much in thought over this reunion in a way that could endanger his resolve. And it seemed to put Kyrie in a good mood, too.
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His hand at her back leaves for her hand at his cheek, holding it loosely as he turns his head a little further and places a kiss to her palm. They stay in such still quiet for a few moments longer—enough for heartbeats to settle—before Vergil breaks it. Vergil's other hand leaves Mizu's face and there is a movement for the nearly forgotten basket.
"Come," he says with a light tug to her hand, "a little further."
They are far enough from the station to avoid the majority of those in the region, but Vergil wishes to be a little further from the beaten path. Just in case someone is attempting to take a well-traveled path through Willow and deviates, he feels they ought to go further themselves to avoid the disturbance. And true enough, they do not walk for very long before he is satisfied. Only a couple minutes spent walking is ultimately before settling upon a blanket spread out over the grass. Vergil settles close beside Mizu, although he still does not yet go looking to touch her once more. Instead, he sets to emptying the basket's contents finally, spreading them out over the rest of the blanket where they do not sit while still generally remaining within arm's reach.
Food is generally food to Mizu based upon Vergil's observations. She is far from a picky eater and would be content to eat most anything regardless of its flavor. But still, he took care in choosing the ingredients and condiments Vergil felt Mizu might prefer for temaki. While that could very well be filling enough on its own, Vergil knows Mizu better than that. He also has a container of a light seaweed salad with its accompanying dressing separate, and another container in which a ham and cheese sandwich, an egg salad sandwich, and a tuna salad sandwich have been divided to form miniature sandwiches. He would have stopped there, but Kyrie caught him in the act. Thus, there is also a container filled with a large amount of chocolate-covered fruits, some plain and some with chopped nuts sprinkled over them as a compromise.
The last to be removed is a decent-sized jug of water (he would have brought tea if he'd had any guarantee it would still be warm by the time they settled down), dishes, and utensils. What utensils are needed for serving are placed with their respective items.
"I hope everything is to your liking," he says, pressing a kiss to her temple as he passes her the dishes and utensils she needs to eat. "It was impossible to prepare this without anyone else in the house knowing, and Kyrie was...insistent about the dessert."
Needed was the word she used.
"She said we need to have some kind of chocolate after so much time apart."
Vergil doesn't understand it, but Kyrie wanted to help in some way. Vergil could not find it within himself to say no even if there were certainly reasons within his reach that would not potentially bruise her feelings, such as Nero requiring more of her attention right now. It was a harmless thing that seemed to mean a great deal to Kyrie in the end, making it well worth it despite Vergil's lack of understanding. He also did not mind the company—her company in particular, no less—in the kitchen. It served as a decent distraction, preventing him from dwelling too long and too much in thought over this reunion in a way that could endanger his resolve. And it seemed to put Kyrie in a good mood, too.