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seasonsrpg2023-03-16 01:19 pm
romeras) wrote in seasonsrpg2023-03-16 01:19 pm
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[closed] so, two warriors of light walk into a bar
WHO: Ayah Mhakaracca and Yuki Tayuun
WHAT: Ayah tries to promote the joy of roofs to the roofing-averse
WHERE: Apartments
WHEN: Early March
WARNINGS: None as of yet!
[She just knows him too well, that's the problem.
[Ayah knows why it happens. 'tis very hard, for one born to the cycle, to turn their back on years on aching years of tradition heavy as chain, and demand their right to a spot by the fireside, to swept floors and soft furnishings. She imagines she would be no different, had her own mother turned her from the house in her thirteenth summer, and left her to the care of a stranger, and told her she would never be quite welcome at home again. And yet she wasn't, and she is different, and she believes quite firmly that she, that everyone, is entitled to ask for more.
[Yuki will not ask for it. He will be at the markets looking for badly-thrown pots, and wobbly stools where no one leg is quite the same length as its neighbor, and lopsided rugs and patched kettles and Twelve only knows what else - if he isn't asleep beneath a tree.
[There is naught wrong with sleeping beneath a tree, but nobody should have to.
[All she needs do now is discover precisely which tree he has taken to sleeping under, and present him with an offer he cannot refuse. Or won't, if she has aught to say on the matter.]
Yuki?
WHAT: Ayah tries to promote the joy of roofs to the roofing-averse
WHERE: Apartments
WHEN: Early March
WARNINGS: None as of yet!
[She just knows him too well, that's the problem.
[Ayah knows why it happens. 'tis very hard, for one born to the cycle, to turn their back on years on aching years of tradition heavy as chain, and demand their right to a spot by the fireside, to swept floors and soft furnishings. She imagines she would be no different, had her own mother turned her from the house in her thirteenth summer, and left her to the care of a stranger, and told her she would never be quite welcome at home again. And yet she wasn't, and she is different, and she believes quite firmly that she, that everyone, is entitled to ask for more.
[Yuki will not ask for it. He will be at the markets looking for badly-thrown pots, and wobbly stools where no one leg is quite the same length as its neighbor, and lopsided rugs and patched kettles and Twelve only knows what else - if he isn't asleep beneath a tree.
[There is naught wrong with sleeping beneath a tree, but nobody should have to.
[All she needs do now is discover precisely which tree he has taken to sleeping under, and present him with an offer he cannot refuse. Or won't, if she has aught to say on the matter.]
Yuki?