Frost and Sakura

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          “Atsushi, are you hiding here?” He could have merely summoned him, Seimei is fully aware, with a mere word and so little effort expended, but on days such as this, when Heian-kyo remains truly peaceful and his only reasons to see his shikigami are casual, he sees no reason to rush things.

     He wanders along the engawa, peering out from tree to tree in the event that the fox has taken refuge somewhere in the shade. “Will you come out, Atsushi? I do promise that I am not here to berate you, if that is somehow your concern.”

    “Hidin’? Aught I t’ be hidin’ master? Ain’t done somethin’ wrong, have I?” Asked the fox. He was sitting under the shade of one of the trees by the river, with a sake gourd and without his armour on. His top was worn loosely, since it was a too warm day for so early in the spring, if he did say so himself.

    He was taking it easy. He’d been working hard lately and things were finally peaceful, so he’d decided to take a moment to himself to enjoy the quiet. “Should I pour ya a glass, Seimei-sama?” he offered, lifting the wine gourd. “There’s enough here for us both.”

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Gilgamesh could not be prouder of his beloved for making a friend. He had always wanted to teach her how to live her life to the fullest and to not do so alone. They may have lost their war, but to see her still living her life alongside someone she cared about was the best thing he could have hoped for. And he hoped that they would grow alongside one another for many long years.

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❛ no … ❜

she is listless again. her words as absent as the gaze which falls upon the horizon off the porch of their home. her complexion pale, the luster fading from her hair. she cannot recall the last time she has fed. from him, from anyone. blessed be her husband for allowing her flirtations to continue for the sake of her meals. assuming she were feeding … 

when was the last time she had allowed herself to fall to sloth ? to feel the precipice of mortality within her flesh, starvation beating at her bones. 

it was only when she was lingering, thoughts captivated by burdens that she became as such. in all their years, she had never learned yet to speak the truth of her woes unto him. a fault she is sure was her own. she who refused to speak as she gazed at the rising waters beneath the bridge, she who could not bear to speak the name of her former master. &&. again she could not speak to him. 

she could not tell him what weight she now carried. only to refuse his insistence that sink her fangs into his flesh, or drank the life from his lips. no, not this time. she could not bear to do it with the thought which rested on her mind. 

not when she could not even speak to him. 

not when she could not even confess that she loved him. 

she could recall the beginning. how their marriage had made her wept with the joy of their union. how the prospect of not being so alone, consumed her whole. how originally this had been for companionship, to watch after one another. like a contract. or perhaps a game of house to pass the time. 

it was a game no more.

&&. she could not begin to tell him.

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Yasunori-sama wouldn’t want this, you know that!” he told her almost scoldingly. 

Yes, they had not married for love. It was a game, another mask for them to wear, to help them blend in with the humans, to keep them safe. They were that gorgeous flawless couple that everyone envied, how in love they were, in the eyes of all other. Their act had been so perfect...

So perfect that at some point, after these hundreds of years...he fell in love with her. It stopped being an act. But how could he tell her that?! He knew she still held her former husband and her former Master in her heart above all, there was surely no place for him in it!

       Knowing his dear student made a friend, of course he would have no other reason to be very proud. Secretly, it was something he hoped for any of them. To progress and aspire to be better than themselves, and if possible, have someone there with them along the way. 

The airport was dingy, cold, She was back in England alright after her short stay in Ireland. There was a long wait and she could walk back to the tower but then there’s the chance again of her being stabbed. Boy wouldn’t that be a newspaper scandal. @pinksaltfreckles​

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Oh, she would never tire of that feeling. No, never. Her beloved friend’s embrace was wonderful. She was the first person she had allowed to touch her after Gilgamesh died, and it had been years since her last actual human contact the first time she had felt it. She always squeezed her far too tight, her frail bones and butterfly-wing-like skin always protesting the strain, but she never would, no.

“Ah!” It hurts of course, yet, she does not want her to let go. “It’s not like that, Riri! I swear!” she said, snaking pale arms around the so starkly flame haired (in comparison) Magus to hug her as tightly as her frail, weak body would allow. “I knew you were getting in, so I had to come get you! In style of course! I have a town car waiting to take us back to my flat...”

“If rumours were to be believed, I heard you were really roughing it out there! Like a real druid or some nonsense. So of course I’ve got to make sure you’re living in the lap of luxury as long as you’re here! The finest teas and champagnes, the BEST food in London, and plushest blankets I have!”

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