A continuation of A Sailor's love (that no one asked for), but can be read independently.

Pairing: San x Meira (female oc)

Genre: historical, fluff.

Mood Samplers

    San knew he should look a little less disheveled when he was going to propose, but he couldn't contain himself any longer!

     In his defense, it wasn't really a proposal; both him and Meira agreed to marry each other years ago, this was a simple confirmation.

     He luckily had the decency to take a handkerchief out of his pocket and use it to wipe the remains of coal off his pale, sweaty face. 

     San caught the sweet scent of the napkin in a whiff, and it only made him more eager to meet the owner of it. Oh, why did she have to work so far at the edge of town? 

     The distance did not deter the young man in the least, he fixed his suspenders before jogging off into the path surrounded by trees.

     It took a good 10 minutes to finally reach the estate he often visited, and it took even less for San to spot his lover on the other side of the metal fence with a laundry hamper at her hips.

     A low psst escaped his throat to catch her attention, and at first, the olive-skinned woman looked from side to side before dismissing the sound and focusing on her task, so he had to call out to her. "Meira!" he let out a hushed call that immediately caught her attention, her eyes widened and she looked around to make sure the coast was clear before she ran to him.

     "What are you doing here?" she asked him from behind the gate, but upon seeing the smile on his lips, she could make an accurate guess. "Wait here," she tells him before running off to the gate, looking behind her shoulder multiple times to make sure no one saw her.

     In the few seconds before she comes to his side, San dusted his once-beige blouse, and fixed his trousers to look more presentable.

     "Did you get an answer?" Meira asked impatiently once she made her way to him.

      Once he beamed with a cheeky grin, Meira already jumped up in celebration.

     "Your father gave his blessings," San confirmed as he held both her hands in his to bring her closer and calm her down.

     "Yes!" she let out a celebratory roar that shocked the man before clearing her throat and putting on a more feminine smile. "So," she muttered with a giddy smile, "what does this mean for us?" Her fingers twirled around a strand of her dark brown hair.

      San chuckled before tugging at her hands to get her closer to him, he placed her hands on his shoulders then he spoke, "it means that you and I finally have a reason to see each other every day."

      Meira giggled as she hid her face in his neck. "I can't believe this," she breathed out in excitement, "after all these years..."

     "We will be husband and wife," San finished off, and the unfamiliar words left a sense of thrill in the both of them.

      Meira let out incoherent squeals in happiness as she gently smacked San's shoulder.

      "When do you get a break today?" San asked as he looked down at the girl with a dreamy smile.

      "I should get one later in the afternoon, why do you ask?" Meira questioned in return, her fingers subconsciously traveling to fix the collar of his blouse and dust off his shoulders.

      "You should come see the apartment," San told her as he ran his fingers through the ends of her hair.

      "Oh yes!" she exclaimed in delight, "I still can't believe you actually got one..." she breathed out.

      "I mean, you should see it first before you get your hopes up," San chuckled nervously as he scratched his nape.

      "Are you serious? I don't care what it looks like! Just the thought that you and I will live together in it makes it everything I ever wanted," Meira spoke earnestly, a warm hue decorating her cheeks making San's breath get caught in his throat before he let out an airy chuckle.

      "You believe so?" he pushed further, his arm finding its way around her waist to draw her closer.

      "Do I have to repeat myself?" Meira rolled her eyes jokingly.

      "Hm, perhaps," San replied playfully as his eyes fixed on her own that looked away.

      "Oh, well then," she groaned before turning to look at him, one of her hands going up to cup his face, "you are my home, Choi San, wherever you are, is where I want to be."

      Meira was always good with her words, but this time, she knocked it out of the park. The genuine look in her eyes didn't help either, and San found himself melting into her touch as his face heated up.

       "How–" he couldn't even articulate a proper sentence, "how did I end up with someone like you?"

       "Why are you phrasing it like it's an awful thing?" Meira snarked as she smacked his shoulder again despite knowing what he really meant.

      "No, no," he corrected himself, "I-I-um—"

      "I know," Meira stopped him boisterously. "You flatter me too much, my dear." 

      "I have more up my sleeve," San mumbled sarcastically as he nuzzled his nose against hers.

       "Then save it for our wedding night," she laughed before leaning in properly to slot her lips against his.

      "-Meira!" A voice echoed all the way felt the house through the gardens making the couple jump in place and separate immediately.

      "Oh, shucks," Meira grumbled.

       "What's taking you so long!" the same voice boomed again making the woman groan.

      "Is that the lady of the house?" San asked, only hearing of Meira's employer but never seeing her prior; no one in the town ever really did.

      "No, it is the head court maiden," Meira sighed, "The lady of the house had long lost her will to talk, let alone step out into the gardens."

      "Is it her illness?" San asked back with a frown as he collected fragments of what Meira told him before.

       "Partially that, but I believe it is the loneliness that truly pains her," Meira sighed with eyes full of empathy that she could no longer maintain eye-contact with her lover. 

       "Meira..." San called out as his fingers tilted her face towards him, but she quickly smiled at him reassuringly. 

       "I have to leave you, my love, sorry for having you walk all the way over here for mere minutes," she said. 

       "Don't apologize, I am the one who came here without prior notice," San chuckled, "I'm just glad I got to see you."

      "Thank you," Meira spoke, and he could tell her earlier surge of energy was dimming down.

      "You concern yourself too much with your lady," San commented.

       Meira was much like a flower; if put in a bright atmosphere she would bloom, and if put in a dark one she would wither.

       "I do not," she out-right denied.

        "I think you do," he insisted with a soft smile. "You can't help it; having a heart of gold."

        "It sure does feel heavy," she joked slightly with a hand on her chest.

       "Well, it isn't something you have to carry alone," San muttered as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Not anymore."

     "—Meira!"

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Guess who's back?

So I kind of have a writer's block so I'm just churning out chapters that I have written prior after editing them.

Why are the mood samplers such shitty quality? idk.

Also I'm planning to have another chapter as a follow up to this, but it would be about the lady of the house mentioned here (sorry if her part felt forced lmao)