kawaakari: (to part from you // like waves.)
Kasumi Aoi ([personal profile] kawaakari) wrote 2014-08-22 05:54 am (UTC)

[ She will puff from that pipe once, her eyes falling again beyond that window. It is the last night of September and tomorrow is another day.

When she turns to you again, she takes your hand in hers and turns it over to study the lines of your palm. Time is a luxury she can afford, where it concerns giving you space. But even luxuries should not be taken for granted.

She will put the pipe between your fingers now, Mitsuru, and then reach for the box of tobacco and set some for you to enjoy.

All rivers return to the sea. And the sea is much like the darkness. As a Warden, she will do well to remember that. ]


    in winter, snow falls / a forest draped in ashes

[ She has not done as she promised, Akihiko, but before she is the Mother of the Wolf, she was your beloved, and this boy, is both yours and hers. ]

    tomorrow, the sun

[ She must still examine her feelings regarding the possibility and wisdom of Hikaru Shinta returning to the karmic cycle, for that is something that warrants long and careful thought. But for Kasumi Aoi and the child she carried in her womb for nearly a year, the boy she swore to provide for, it is a mother's right to wish her son happiness and not more tears. ]

Where is your smile tonight, Mitsuru? [ It is a mother's right to ask why your eyes are so dim, is it not? ] Will you allow me the honor of an answer before you leave for your walk?

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