I would say that flowers are beautiful and the beautiful works of art that come from them are endless. Though, I'm quite fond of the meanings they provide as well.
It's a wonder that you win so many hearts. [Or no wonder that he doesn't perhaps. It's so hard to say through text alone.]
Though you mean to say you didn't get your fill during all those years we spent in Edo? Even I grew rather tired of them. Though I suppose the occasional variety would have helped.
Perhaps I'm not actually trying to win hearts. Or perhaps I'm waiting for the right heart to win. [It's probably the latter.]
I find it hard to grow tired of fine art. There is simply so much of it to see. It's why I hope to be able to walk among the art in this body one day. To really experience it as humans seem to. But that's a dream for another time, I suppose.
[It's fitting that today would be the first time Daihannya receives anything in reply to the little gifts he's been leaving around.
They're waiting for him one day, after whatever morning routine he follows; a small bundle of hydrangeas standing in a glass, some of them bursting in fresh pinks and blues and white, others only just starting to fade to burgundies and greens. They speak to things that should be familiar to him, like pride and perseverance.
[When Mikazuki is going through his things at some point during the day, he'll find a beautiful azalea with that pink ribbon on it again.
He's ready to have patience as they pursue this. As they continue on with this discovery of each other. But there's also a modesty to it since he knows that grand gestures are not necessary. He has to keep testing to find that favorite flower.
[It's some time after the moons have finally set on the world and a sense of normalcy has resumed that Daihannya will return to his room to the company of not one, but two flowers.
A pair of regal chrysanthemums in full bloom. One white. One red. Their stems crossed.
The ancient flower, with it's storied history in their homeland, is a fitting representation of the messenger himself. And known well enough that Daihannya can't possibly miss the meaning.]
[Daihannya has come back from the club and is changing into something more casual (casual for him anyway) when he happens to notice the flowers waiting for him. Going over, he pauses and feels his heart beat a little faster before lightly resting his fingers on the petals of the red flower.
He finishes changing into his track suit (complete with that vest and cravat and so on) then goes off to find Mikazuki. He finds that he just...
Well, something about this feels like he should see him in person.
Of course, finding someone like Mikazuki is always the challenge isn't it. In the end, he finds it to be better to wait for him in his room. But it also means he's not sure when Mikazuki will actually be coming back...
Which is how the older sword ends up walking in to find he's not alone in his room. For sleeping there is Daihannya, having been waiting all this time after a long day at work, hair falling delicately across his face as he uses his arm for a pillow. Yes, he's still dressed in that track suit of his. He didn't change for bed.
He's just been waiting on Mikazuki this entire time.]
[Mikazuki enters the room, socks rustling against the fresh tatami that is still tinged green and smells of the sun soaked fields from where it came. He kneels on the floor, leaning forward to peer at his guest. The urge to reach out and fix his hair is there but he doesn't dare lay a finger on him lest it disturb this tenuous slumber.
He had been waiting for this after all.]
What am I going to do with you.
[It's a question whispered just as much for himself, uncertain even now of his actions and intentions. But as he observes Daihannya, making a catalog of his features, counting all the ways he finds him beautiful only to have it grow each time, something in his chest starts to hurt in a way that is familiar and uncertain and not unwelcome.
He has to remind himself, he's allowed his feelings. This time, he's done nothing profane.
He's made Daihannya wait long into the night. Now it's his turn.]
[Daihannya stirs after a bit, pink eyes fluttering open. It's hard to tell why, even he's not certain of the answer. However, when he wakes up, he finds that Mikazuki is back in the room. A slow blink of his eyes and he comprehends that he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting. He doesn't remember doing that but clearly it had happened.
Sitting up, he reaches up to push his fingers through his bangs to push them from his face as he looks over at the other, offering a little bit of a smile as he does.]
Welcome back.
[No. He's not apologizing for invading his room and falling asleep in here.]
Would you be willing to do more than stylized formal attire? I'm thinking of possibly offering themed nights for the club and having properly attire for my people could be very useful. Naturally you will always be compensated for all your work.
[Perhaps as they fell for each other, fell in to one another, settled in to an existence that that harbored the other, it only made sense that certain traditions would grow mundane along with them, only to wither away after they're long rooted into the domestic fabric of their everyday lives.
Which is why Daihannya may be surprised once again to find a flower greeting him on his pillow one night, in the bed they now share. It appears rather like a peony except that the manifold of petals are a fragile translucent that gleam like sheets of rose quartz dusted in coarse sugar. It's a local flower.
In the absence of any intrinsic message of it's own, a small note accompanies it, joined to the black stem.]
[Daihannya has been about to leave to go to work when he sees the flower. It brings a smile to his lips and he tucks the note into his pocket along with the flower. Really it makes for the perfect accessory to his outfit for the evening.
It's still there when he comes back from the club. He immediately goes to see if Mikazuki is in bed yet. If not, well then it's time to go looking for him. After all, they should come up with this meaning together. Have their own little symbolism to this precious flower.]
[Not it bed, but still within their room. The bed has already been laid out on the floor where he's seated beside it, in the frame of one of the doors leading out to the veranda. There's a wooden palette laid across his lap and a thin brush in hand. Whatever he's writing, he appears to consider it quite thoughtfully.
On his entrance, he looks up with a smile that passes for more than any words.]
[Seeing his lover, his expression warms and he takes a moment to get himself down to just his pants and shirt before coming to join him. The flower is in his hand and he brings it up to sniff the light fragrance it has.]
I thought we should be together to come up with the meaning.
[He moves to make space for Daihannya beside him though it's a gesture more for show than anything when there's enough room beneath the lintel for half a dozen men.
For answer he simply turns the scroll to face the other sword, though he could just as easily read it over his shoulder. It's a poem, written with a florid hand, composed in the style that was in fashion at the time of their nascence. One or the other anyway.]
upon the path of dreams my feet don't rest constantly trailing yet in reality not even have I had a single glimpse of what's ahead
[ A tiny fox kit will deliver this, wherever the recipient will be staying. It's a magic familiar, after all! ]
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[ Delivered to Daihannya is a beautiful set of handmade sweets, each containing a flower embedded within them. They look like little jewels, and are edible! He'll also get some pretty hair accessories for his hair, and an incensory that can create scents unique to a person just by touch! ]
"A small offering to one so invested in giving to others. May a touch of these fragrances remind you of those memories you hold dearest."
~ Princess Kitsuno of Sawa
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Date: 2019-05-30 01:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-05-30 09:40 pm (UTC)Unless you were asking for my favorite?
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Date: 2019-05-30 09:55 pm (UTC)Though I suppose it it isn't one that comes as any surprise. I imagine their beauty and their meanings would be quite useful to you.
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Date: 2019-05-30 10:02 pm (UTC)[He's fucking cheap.]
Though I have found that there are so many fine works of art that display them. I would one day like to visit a museum to see them for myself.
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Date: 2019-05-30 10:51 pm (UTC)Though you mean to say you didn't get your fill during all those years we spent in Edo? Even I grew rather tired of them. Though I suppose the occasional variety would have helped.
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Date: 2019-05-30 10:55 pm (UTC)I find it hard to grow tired of fine art. There is simply so much of it to see. It's why I hope to be able to walk among the art in this body one day. To really experience it as humans seem to. But that's a dream for another time, I suppose.
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Date: 2019-06-10 03:04 am (UTC)They're waiting for him one day, after whatever morning routine he follows; a small bundle of hydrangeas standing in a glass, some of them bursting in fresh pinks and blues and white, others only just starting to fade to burgundies and greens. They speak to things that should be familiar to him, like pride and perseverance.
It's someone's way of saying happy anniversary.]
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Date: 2019-06-10 06:23 am (UTC)He's ready to have patience as they pursue this. As they continue on with this discovery of each other. But there's also a modesty to it since he knows that grand gestures are not necessary. He has to keep testing to find that favorite flower.
Happy anniversary to you too, Mikazuki.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 02:59 am (UTC)A pair of regal chrysanthemums in full bloom. One white. One red. Their stems crossed.
The ancient flower, with it's storied history in their homeland, is a fitting representation of the messenger himself. And known well enough that Daihannya can't possibly miss the meaning.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 03:14 am (UTC)He finishes changing into his track suit (complete with that vest and cravat and so on) then goes off to find Mikazuki. He finds that he just...
Well, something about this feels like he should see him in person.
Of course, finding someone like Mikazuki is always the challenge isn't it. In the end, he finds it to be better to wait for him in his room. But it also means he's not sure when Mikazuki will actually be coming back...
Which is how the older sword ends up walking in to find he's not alone in his room. For sleeping there is Daihannya, having been waiting all this time after a long day at work, hair falling delicately across his face as he uses his arm for a pillow. Yes, he's still dressed in that track suit of his. He didn't change for bed.
He's just been waiting on Mikazuki this entire time.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 03:48 am (UTC)He had been waiting for this after all.]
What am I going to do with you.
[It's a question whispered just as much for himself, uncertain even now of his actions and intentions. But as he observes Daihannya, making a catalog of his features, counting all the ways he finds him beautiful only to have it grow each time, something in his chest starts to hurt in a way that is familiar and uncertain and not unwelcome.
He has to remind himself, he's allowed his feelings. This time, he's done nothing profane.
He's made Daihannya wait long into the night. Now it's his turn.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 03:54 am (UTC)Sitting up, he reaches up to push his fingers through his bangs to push them from his face as he looks over at the other, offering a little bit of a smile as he does.]
Welcome back.
[No. He's not apologizing for invading his room and falling asleep in here.]
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Date: 2019-08-09 11:53 am (UTC)Would you be willing to do more than stylized formal attire? I'm thinking of possibly offering themed nights for the club and having properly attire for my people could be very useful. Naturally you will always be compensated for all your work.
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Date: 2019-08-09 11:59 am (UTC)though what themes are you thinking about? ill need advanced notice for all of those you know
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Date: 2019-10-02 07:43 pm (UTC)Which is why Daihannya may be surprised once again to find a flower greeting him on his pillow one night, in the bed they now share. It appears rather like a peony except that the manifold of petals are a fragile translucent that gleam like sheets of rose quartz dusted in coarse sugar. It's a local flower.
In the absence of any intrinsic message of it's own, a small note accompanies it, joined to the black stem.]
Lets make our own meaning.
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Date: 2019-10-03 02:47 am (UTC)It's still there when he comes back from the club. He immediately goes to see if Mikazuki is in bed yet. If not, well then it's time to go looking for him. After all, they should come up with this meaning together. Have their own little symbolism to this precious flower.]
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Date: 2019-10-03 12:10 pm (UTC)On his entrance, he looks up with a smile that passes for more than any words.]
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Date: 2019-10-03 12:13 pm (UTC)I thought we should be together to come up with the meaning.
[He looks over at the palette curiously.]
What are you working on?
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Date: 2019-10-03 12:33 pm (UTC)[He moves to make space for Daihannya beside him though it's a gesture more for show than anything when there's enough room beneath the lintel for half a dozen men.
For answer he simply turns the scroll to face the other sword, though he could just as easily read it over his shoulder. It's a poem, written with a florid hand, composed in the style that was in fashion at the time of their nascence. One or the other anyway.]
upon the path of dreams
my feet don't rest
constantly trailing yet
in reality not even have I had
a single glimpse of what's ahead
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Date: 2019-12-11 01:48 am (UTC)[link to party here for your convenience]
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Date: 2019-12-26 07:38 am (UTC)☆
[ Delivered to Daihannya is a beautiful set of handmade sweets, each containing a flower embedded within them. They look like little jewels, and are edible! He'll also get some pretty hair accessories for his hair, and an incensory that can create scents unique to a person just by touch! ]
"A small offering to one so invested in giving to others. May a touch of these fragrances remind you of those memories you hold dearest."
~ Princess Kitsuno of Sawa
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