[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
[Pink eyes trailed over the words. There was a certain beauty to it that he truly appreciated. It brought a smile to his lips that was warm and nothing like the mask that he usually wore.]
I like it. There's an elegance to how it shows us how much really rests before us.
[Shifting the paper back, he regards his work a little longer, letting the words mingle together with what Daihannya has said. He enjoys it, sitting here together like this. Musing over such inconsequential things.]
Ah, yes. And what lays behind.
[Settling the brush into a groove that was made for it in the palette, he settles the whole thing to the floor and finally gives Daihannya his proper attention.]
Now. There's another kind of poetry you'd like to attend to? [He's eyeing the flower as he says so.]
Well I do admit I was a little curious what you might come up with on your own.
[But still he smiles. He's not about to turn him down.
Reaching out instead, he takes hold of the stem to twirl the blossom in place. The light of a moon on the rise plays off the petals with a subtle iridescent sheen that would only be washed out during the day. It had taken him a while to discover that this was the sort of light it favored best.]
[Moving around, he slips behind Mikazuki so that his legs wrap around him and his arms can hold him close. His chin rests on his shoulder as he watches the way the flower catches the dim lighting around them.]
At first I thought of something involving beauty but that somehow lacks the depth of what I feel we share.
How terrible of me. To steal your attention from your clients all night.
[Though the way he submerges himself in the affection, leaning back and threading his arms together with Daihannya's, it's clear he doesn't feel a single ounce of guilt at all. The flower merely rests in front of his face, concealing his amusement.]
[He leans in so he can press a kiss to his neck. Obviously he's not upset by the distraction.]
I like to think we're like our water garden. Beautiful on the surface and admired by all who see us. But our lives are under the surface of the water, sharing the soil that hides beneath as our roots entwine.
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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: 2019-10-04 07:42 am (UTC)I like it. There's an elegance to how it shows us how much really rests before us.
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Date: 2019-10-04 02:06 pm (UTC)Ah, yes. And what lays behind.
[Settling the brush into a groove that was made for it in the palette, he settles the whole thing to the floor and finally gives Daihannya his proper attention.]
Now. There's another kind of poetry you'd like to attend to? [He's eyeing the flower as he says so.]
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Date: 2019-10-06 03:31 am (UTC)[He lightly lifts the flower up so that it catches the light of the late evening.]
I thought that we should be together when we decide the meaning of this one. It seems the most appropriate.
[Daihannya smiles at him.]
What do you think?
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Date: 2019-10-07 04:24 pm (UTC)[But still he smiles. He's not about to turn him down.
Reaching out instead, he takes hold of the stem to twirl the blossom in place. The light of a moon on the rise plays off the petals with a subtle iridescent sheen that would only be washed out during the day. It had taken him a while to discover that this was the sort of light it favored best.]
Are you familiar with it?
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Date: 2019-10-09 08:58 am (UTC)[Moving around, he slips behind Mikazuki so that his legs wrap around him and his arms can hold him close. His chin rests on his shoulder as he watches the way the flower catches the dim lighting around them.]
At first I thought of something involving beauty but that somehow lacks the depth of what I feel we share.
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Date: 2019-10-10 08:59 pm (UTC)[Though the way he submerges himself in the affection, leaning back and threading his arms together with Daihannya's, it's clear he doesn't feel a single ounce of guilt at all. The flower merely rests in front of his face, concealing his amusement.]
How, then, would you describe it? What we share.
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Date: 2019-10-11 02:34 am (UTC)[He leans in so he can press a kiss to his neck. Obviously he's not upset by the distraction.]
I like to think we're like our water garden. Beautiful on the surface and admired by all who see us. But our lives are under the surface of the water, sharing the soil that hides beneath as our roots entwine.