with pen against paper, uruha had come to seek out the journal where he kept all important notes and letters addressed to the one who would, with time, come to enter the paved path he had left open to further explore ( were it to be so ). if asked, he would deem it as mere words to memorize, chores that needed to be done or phone numbers of people he wished to remember to a certain degree, all as a means of brushing off who was truly the recipient of the book within his hands.
himself, for the day where he'd find himself awaking with the questions of who he was, where he was and how come he found himself in a time that no longer matched the one he'd long for. unbelievable to some, a must to someone who had walked the earth for as long as him. nine hundred and counting, for what ? all those years and decades capture within his bones, and yet he found himself wondering how long he wished to keep this up.
sadly, uruha didn't find himself amused by it.
what he did find himself amused by was the lingering presence of no other than her, rin. the one he had come to take a liking to, the one uruha would see as one of his kind, a familiar bond which brought out the protect parts of him. it was a rare occasion to see such parts of the dragonborn as they were reserved for those he found most precious to him. lovers, siblings and those whom had grown important to him, such as her, the one who reminded him of how nice it felt to look after someone ( in her, uruha found himself repenting for the sins he had committed towards his siblings, allowing death to take them too early / if only he had been stronger and wiser, perhaps they could have witnessed the world's progress together ). for around rin, he felt like an older brother, yet someone who leaned towards that of a guardian ( if someone laid a finger on her, it would be their last action in this world ), so when uruha had picked up on her presence he had done what every other responsible adult would have done.
he pretended not to pick up on it. he let her embrace him.
" sneaking up on me ? " he spoke, pen finishing a sentence ( it was written in japanese, the mother tongue he practiced hard to keep in this ever changing world ) before hands came to close it for now. it didn't concern rin, it concerned the one who'd take it from here when the time was right. " if you mistake me for an elder lizard who cannot see or hear i will remind you that i am a mighty dragon. "
as stoic as he might have sounded, a hand rose slowly, meeting with the back of her head. gentle pats were exchanged with strokes, uruha taking in the warmth of her hug.
immortality was a joke, but he dared not speak ill of the bonds he had forged throughout his time, as they made it worthwhile.