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.
In that case, I pity the victims of your affections. [Even if it is to his benefit.]
Ah yes I seem to remember now, how restless you were every time they took us out though nothing of the experience ever changed. They always seem to have some purpose for us without ever consulting us. Well I suppose that could be excused before, but they have none now. [Either someone has hit a nerve or someone else is just messing around like he tends to do.]
There are merits to both, wouldn't you say? There's little that can compare to the beauty of a living blossom, and yet you can't discount the convenience of being able to bring it into any space you desire.
[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.]
[As the other sword stirs and they come to regard one another, the room that is already quite intimate seems to close in around them even more, as if anything outside of it were inconsequential, if it even exists at all.
The only moons tonight are the ones that light up his eyes. Companions to his gentle smile.]
I'm back. [He offers it jokingly, like he's been called out and can only belatedly make up for it. Well, that isn't so far from the truth...]
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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: 2019-05-31 01:14 am (UTC)In that case, I pity the victims of your affections. [Even if it is to his benefit.]
Ah yes I seem to remember now, how restless you were every time they took us out though nothing of the experience ever changed. They always seem to have some purpose for us without ever consulting us. Well I suppose that could be excused before, but they have none now. [Either someone has hit a nerve or someone else is just messing around like he tends to do.]
Regardless we have strayed from the point.
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Date: 2019-05-31 01:22 am (UTC)Why don't I ask the same to you then, Mikazuki? What is your preference?
[Look! He can help shift the topic back the way it started!]
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Date: 2019-05-31 01:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-05-31 01:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-05-31 02:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-05-31 02:55 am (UTC)[He has a feeling he won't be told but he can still try.]
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Date: 2019-05-31 11:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-05-31 11:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-05-31 02:31 pm (UTC)Perhaps that gives me something to figure out as well. Though I suspect I have a distinct advantage in that regard.
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Date: 2019-06-03 09:12 am (UTC)Although, I think that my favorite flower may surprise you.
Flower
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.]
(no subject)
Date: 2019-06-11 08:19 pm (UTC)Regardless, I wish us both luck in this very important matter.
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Date: 2019-06-12 04:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
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: 2019-06-23 04:10 am (UTC)The only moons tonight are the ones that light up his eyes. Companions to his gentle smile.]
I'm back. [He offers it jokingly, like he's been called out and can only belatedly make up for it. Well, that isn't so far from the truth...]