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 Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 1:13 pm
If Ashura had known how much Scir had wished for this moment prior to his sudden, however welcome, suggestion he would have tried his best to show him just how much he had cared, how many things he had felt for him all along. Because their roads didn't split after that one night as if fate had already tangled them just as much as it had Ashura's hair that very day, and his unwillingness to part had proved to him one thing. The sudden attachment was because he resonated, he decided. A distant traveler, traveling just like him, both of them looking for things they couldn't find, things not of their world. And it had been complicated enough as it was.
His return to reality came by the hand of the kettle whistling, reminding them both that their recent rediscovery of themselves and their relationship and no matter how much they wished to stay tangled like this tasting each other over and over -and Ashura would have to admit that he couldn't, simply, have enough of Scirocco already, almost as if each time their lips would part it would instill some sort of craving inside of him, a need he hadn't know he had before Scir kissed him for the first time. It made his lightheadedness even more obvious in his lack of self-control as he simply let himself be swept away by Scir's ministrations. If that would keep up he feared of losing his mind.
"You can't imagine how glad I am, to be able to have been your dream." a faint smile blossomed in his lips, feeling Scir's body with the entirety of his own as he was held close -so very close- closer than he had dreamt, closer than he could envision. He felt drunk of all of this and he still wanted more. He let himself draw a breath in and try to calm himself down and it only made his smile widen, feeling euphoric but moved enough that he could break down and cry any moment now -but he wouldn't let himself cry because what if Scir misunderstood and thought he had somehow hurt him? Ashura didn't want to worry him like that- "If you never offer words of parting then I shall never leave your side." he spoke quietly, Scir should have known by now that there wasn't letting go. He had so many things to know about this world, after all, and about Scirocco himself and someday, little by little, he could perhaps recount his tale to him and he wouldn't mind but instead listen; people that could truly listen were so few and far apart nowadays.
As Scirocco went on and continued to speak Ashura found himself unable to talk for another time, the knot that prevented him from speaking making its triumphant comeback as it choked him; and Scirocco's words had been so beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful things that anyone had ever spoken to him. And he was infinitely glad, immeasurably happy to be the person on the receiving end, he would have never deemed such a thing possible before. For once in a very long while he decided to take the initiative himself and brought his hands up to gently wipe away Scirocco's tears. Even though they had been tears of joy a part of him found it excessively painful to witness them for any reason at all. "It is the same for me, Scirocco." he spoke, his voice barely anything above a whisper as it fought to make its way out of his throat. "I simply don't believe that there are words in this language or any other that would suffice." and he would have kissed him himself this once if he hadn't taken the initiative to do it because it felt like the most appropriate thing to do anyway.
Ashura couldn't remove his eyes from Scir even though he knew that reality was calling back to them, that they had breakfast to make before Lemon would wake up if he hadn't woken up already. In a whim he kissed the finger Scir had brought up to lovingly trace his lips and he found himself unwinding peacefully to return to making tea, pouring the water that had long boiled now into the teapot to let the leaves there steep while Scir went to look out of the window. He found himself blushing all of a sudden; what if there had been a spectator? "Is everything okay?" he asked before he had time to think his question through.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 8:35 pm
Likewise, Scirocco would have acted sooner, if he had known that Ashura felt this way. He had been so preoccupied with making sure he didn't hurt his dearest friend. The one he loves. It was true that since they met they had been largely inseparable. It was wonderful, having someone to share his nights and days with. And over time, Scirocco grew to realize that he didn't want to part, he didn't want to lose Ashura. And it terrified Scir to know that the one he loved so intensely was from another world, because what if he had never chosen to travel to their land, the one where the spirits dwelled?
Scirocco had also experienced a heightened craving for Ashura. He thought that a kiss would sate him, but instead he wanted more. He had been so close to picking Ashura up and setting him on the table, holding him so their bodies were close, kissing up and down his neck... But he had been good. He controlled himself. Still, his face grew very red as he thought of what he would do to Ashura if given the chance. It would have to wait... for other plans, for things he had long wanted but thought he would never achieve.
"You are the only one I dream of," Scirocco added, admiring Ashura's smile again. What Ashura said next broke Scir's heart and mended it again in one move, breaking not out of sorrow but out of incapacity to hold all that he felt. His eyes were wide, and glistened with other unshed tears. "As of this day, I no longer remember what words of parting are," he joked. But he meant what he said; if Ashura felt that way, then he could and would easily return it...and hearing those words only solidified his resolve. They had waited so long... as spring arrived, he would make sure his plan was ready. He would try to let Ashura know how much he meant what he said, and did. Scirocco held Ashura to him for a heartbeat longer, so tightly that he was afraid of hurting him.
Scirocco would gladly listen to the whole story of Ashura's life. He hoped that Ashura would share it with him. All that weighed Ashura down, in his heart and memory, Scir wanted to share that burden. He was not afraid. Scir closed his eyes in contentment as Ashura brushed the tears away from his face. He hadn't been able to help himself. Everything was reeling. He felt like he would either keep on moving until he had stolen enough touches, kisses, glances... to make himself feel full. Or he would have to give in now, before it got too hard to resist. Thankfully, when they pulled away, Scir was allowed a moment to calm himself down. "Everything is wonderful," My love. Still, he went back to making the omelette, which was extremely easy. It took no more than a few minutes to make two of them. They were faintly sweet, fluffy and rolled up. He sliced them up and served them on plates.
Just as he was putting the food onto the table, the front door burst open, and some kind of inventor snowbeast burst in through the door. "You're missing all the good snow! I already used up most of it.. but you guys still need to come outside, like you promised, and--" It was Lemon, who had apparently been out there the whole time. He flipped his hat off and pulled his googles down to his neck, grinning madly, smacking the snow off his boots and out onto the walkway before coming inside.
"I didn't... interrupt something, did I?" Lemon asked, beaming wildly. His eyes sparkled with mischief: his brother was transparent in love, and had been since the day he returned home. But it seemed like something had actually come of it this time around. Scirocco looked flustered, cleared his throat, and was about to scold Lemon when the stern look on his face broke into a shy smile as he blushed.
"We made breakfast," Scir finally said, before sneaking a glance back to Ashura, longing to kiss him again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 9:54 am
After the wave of awkward, growing emotions had finally swept by him, it left him feeling somewhat more restless than what he had expected when he first thought about kissing Scirocco. Even though they had been apart for nothing but a few seconds he could already feel the need to feel Scir's arms around him once again. Terribly needy, he reminded himself, and entirely inappropriate. He'd have to be patient if he ever hoped of playing his role perfectly as he should. But when he had waited several lifetimes over, waiting for any longer suddenly felt like a burden hard to bear.
He felt his cheeks burn yet again at Scir's statement. Could they have really, both of them, been so stupid all along? So blind and caught up in their trivial fears never taking the initiative to ask while all they had wanted was right within their grasp? But to be told he was Scir's dream was probably the sweetest thing he had been ever told, the greatest honor he was ever made. Quite honestly he had secretly wanted to tell Scir that he knew, somewhere deep inside him, that he was perhaps unworthy of such praise but he couldn't. Instead he found himself chuckling softly at his claim of no longer knowing what words of parting were. "But what if you want to just say goodbye for a little while? It would be rude to say nothing, would it not?" he joked lightly, fixing his hair a little so they weren't in the way.
He picked up the cups and teapot and placed them on the table allowing himself some time to calm down while Scir did the same. Lemon hadn't woken up yet and it had been a miracle he hadn't walked in on them. No matter how much Ashura had longed for this... in front of a third person... it was a little too awkward for his standards in any case. He needed to control his emotions better, he decided, even if it was hard. He had to follow by the code of proper etiquette he was so used in following. And with that he exhaled the breath he just noticed he was holding back all along and got back on his feet; however he hadn't quite managed to move just yet when the door burst open and a rather familiar moonfolk, dressed in his winter wear came in, fuming about how they were missing out on all the snow while they had promised to play with him like they had.
Ashura wasn't too good with snow, with cold in general as a matter of fact, however he couldn't bring himself to say no to Scir's brother even if he tried. There was something about Lemon that always made him feel more carefree, as if he had all the time in the world to do anything; perhaps it had something to do with his personality, or the fact he was always so pleasant to be around. Even if Scir complained about the how forward he was all the time Ashura simply found it refreshing. "We just woke up, forgive us for running late, would you please?" he smiled at him, bringing himself to sit back down for another time, slightly awkward considering the situation... and the fact that Lemon seemed to have noticed that something had changed between the two of them.
And even though he knew it would give him away, more than anything, he couldn't help but glance up at Scirocco when he said they had been making breakfast before nodding his head, equally flushed, to confirm the statement made. "H-How was the snow?" he asked, just so he could carry the conversation one step further to avoid being asked more questions.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 2:11 pm
Scirocco was having trouble understanding how even though he had finally gotten his kiss, he seemed to want more. It was as if all that time longing for such a simple thing had been subduing other desires, such as the one to hold him close and not let go until he had the pattern of Ashura's heart memorized. Sentimental and clingy needs like that one. It had never occurred to Scirocco he was missing anything, so to have been made so suddenly aware that he could have everything he wanted... well. He hoped Ashura would always travel with him, and he'd do whatever he could to encourage that. But the more he looked at Ashura, the more he observed him and thought about their time together, the more he thought Ashura would stay even without encouragement.
Scir's shyness was likely the culprit in having kept quiet so long, but he still couldn't believe Ashura really had felt the same all this time. In fact, he wasn't sure it would ever be possible to believe such a wonderful, beautiful being would love him as long as he had loved Ashura. Of course, completely in love with Ashura, Scirocco tended to think of him in rather high regards. But somehow he thought of him mostly as his partner, despite that; he wanted to protect him, and keep him happy, but he also knew that whatever he provided, Ashura could return. They had a balance together. Neither was too extremely one thing or the other, and so they had a harmony which did not need embellishments, or extravagant compliments. Which was why even though Scirocco thought so highly of Ashura, he would continue to treat him the way he always had. "I do not want to say goodbye, not even for a little while... If I'm somewhere you aren't, then I will say 'See you soon.' I just don't remember how to say 'goodbye,' from this day on," Scir said, firmly, but with a soft smile across his face. If only he could seal that with a kiss... his smile became a little wry, as he laughed at himself for the thought.
It wasn't that Scir didn't want to show Lemon how he felt about Ashura, it was more that he knew his brother would tease them endlessly if Scir showed his affections so soon and openly. It was already going to be difficult enough to calm Lemon down, and he only knew something had happened; he hadn't seen any of it. For Lemon, taking someone home or going to bed with a new acquaintance was nothing. He just didn't care. So to see his brother in love was something very new.
"For you? I guess I'll forgive you both," Lemon said, winking, sauntering over to the table, "but only because you asked me." Lemon bit his lip, grinning. Then he turned to Scir and complained, "So now that you two are openly in love, does that mean I can't flirt with Ashura anymore?" Lemon seemed to pout. "Not that he ever flirted back, mind..." Lemon mumbled, looking over Scir's shoulder. Lemon was basically buzzing around the kitchen, trying to get into whatever he could.
"The snow was wonderful! Just wait till you see what I accomplished while you two lovebirds were safe in here," he said, grinning again.
Scirocco sighed, though he was smiling, and made sure their breakfast was arranged on the table well. He placed their sets of chopsticks down, and got some of their leftover warm rice out to serve it with the faintly sweet omelettes. As he was walking by Ashura to sit down, he kissed the top of Ashura's head very lightly, smiling to himself even wider. It was worth it, even if Lemon would harass him.
His brother just grinned knowingly, and then attacked breakfast, sliding a piece onto his own plate and dishing out some rice.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 10:36 am
Ashura had so long witnessed many people that held feelings similar to that of his. He would dare to claim them similar even though he couldn't really know how they felt but they could all identify their own mutual exchanges as being that of 'love'. And yet he had witnessed terrible tragedies take place in the name of that which was so elusively beautiful that made his heart almost ache now that it took to experiencing it for himself. And even though he detested causing pain, even more than he detested pain and suffering on their own, there was this part of him who he knew would cut down anyone if they threatened the bond he and Scirocco had shared ever since the day they had met; even more now, now that he finally had all he had ever wanted. Then again he hoped, more than any other thing, that the days of bliss and peaceful wandering would continue to stretch before them as time would gently slip by surrounded by warmth. He didn't care how many times he'd repeat the cycle anymore, content in knowing that he wouldn't be alone anymore; on the contrary he was already looking forward to it, the gentle Springtime and the road that would once again travel them everywhere.
Looking back to everything that had passed was not painful anymore, burdened by the knowledge he would have to let it go. He felt as if he could finally fully appreciate it for what it had been, for what it was. Everything returned to twice its worth, he reminded himself, but how much more that one's entire existence could one devote to somebody else? For the first time in his life Ashura felt ready to find out. How was it possible for him to have met a person such as Scirocco? He truly didn't know, couldn't quite understand how fate had brought him there. No matter what kindness he had been shown so far, there had been no one else quite like him. About every word he'd speak would only help to affirm him on the matter. "It's unlikely that I'd stray far enough for you to have to say anything like that, Scirocco." Ashura smiled softly, trying to assure him of his intentions to stay no matter what would happen. "I'm afraid you and Lemon will have to put up with me for just a while longer." he turned to Lemon apologetically, taking on his act just a bit further and bowed his head. "Kindly forgive me for intruding." even though the time had already passed for such formalities; even if Ashura was only playing around. He already knew he was welcome in that home, ever since the first night he had spent there, both brothers doing their best to make him feel welcome.
They were both so very different and yet at the same time infinitely similar. There was a certain quality about them both that Ashura felt familiar to himself and it put his mind at ease, to the point he'd consider himself as part of their small family as much as it still felt like a selfish thing to say. "Let's go out and play after breakfast." he offered, fixing his garments better as he made himself comfortable next to the table. Because he couldn't bring himself to refuse anything at all even if the snow was so, so very cold and his feet got cold just thinking about it.
Ashura laughed quietly at Lemon's inquiry, bringing a hand up to shy away behind it, unable to keep his cheeks from flushing yet again. "I am very sorry, Lemon." he apologized while still unable to keep himself from laughing. "Perhaps if you had tried courting me earlier..." because he had grown to fall in love a while before he even met Lemon to begin with; he only managed to realize it late. And even then, it was improbable that he'd feel the same thing for another person, or maybe it was his mind, clouded by the sweet, intoxicating haze that had taken a hold of him.
Lemon made it sound like he had been busy ever since quite early, making something out in the snow while both Scir and himself had thought him to be asleep. Considering Lemon's ability when it came to things he could make with his hands Ashura didn't think that there was something he couldn't have possibly made out there. After all he had witnessed the miracles he worked by himself, from the smallest things to the incredible wind instruments that had been scattered high and low meant for Scirocco to play them with his wind magic. "Sounds like you've been busy, Lemon." Ashura said quietly, never ceasing to admire the immense amounts of energy the Moonfolk seemed able to produce, maintain and burn out all in but a single moment.
Feeling a small kiss being placed at the top of his head, Ashura looked up, smiling, to see Scir passing him by to sit on his side. It had been such a sweet gesture too and if they weren't in the presence of a third person he would have embraced Scir to express his gratitude for it. They had just managed to find themselves all over again, Ashura believed that to deserve at least a small celebration. He served himself some of the omelette and rice and thoughtfully took the first bite, finding it the most exquisite dish he had ever tasted within all the euphoria.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 2:22 pm
Scirocco was a stranger to these kinds of affections. He had always remained at a scholarly distance from everyone, even Lydda, who had been a friend of the brothers for quite some time. Even if they expressed some notion of liking him, he couldn't say he ever returned the feeling. That was just how his heart had worked. He thought he was the balance, because his brother was so out there and wild that he needed to represent the calm and stillness which was missing in Lemon's behaviour. It turned out, however, that instead of being calm and never feeling love for another, the tenderness of Scirocco's love balanced out Lemon's rough need for physical affection. They were still in balance, but Scirocco was happy in a way he had not even known was possible. The strength of Ashura's heart made Scirocco love him more, without even knowing it was happening. He respected Ashura, and would fight just as hard to protect their bond. He would never let anyone or anything come between them. Scir would rather die again than lose Ashura, and if he died, he would search forever until he found him again. Ideally, they would not have to suffer that particular death.
"If that is true, then I will remain content for every day I live," Scirocco said, his voice gentle and warm. His wind aura rippled over Ashura, as if caressing his face and hair. It was passive; Scir hadn't meant to display affection that way. But now that he was able to, every fibre of his living spirit wanted to express it, and his aura reflected that. Scir was about to protest the apparent limited duration of Ashura's intent to stay with them, but instead Lemon cut in.
"You're stuck with us now, Ashura! For the rest of eternity," Lemon announced, wiggling his fingers, then running a hand through his pink hair, until the points stuck up at weird angles and he beamed widely and innocently. Scirocco sighed heavily, clasped a hand on his brother's shoulder and shook his head before letting go.
"If you scare him away, my dear brother, I will invent a new way for you to suffer. Daily," Scir vowed. He was joking, but a part of his voice sounded sincere. Some terrifying, deep part of him. Naturally, he would not hurt his brother, but he would never stand for anyone hurting Ashura, either. Scir smiled at his brother gently, reassuring the both of them that he didn't mean his threat. As Ashura continued being ridiculous and asked them to forgive his intrusion, Scir grinned at him in an open way which was more Lemon than Scir, typically. He blushed suddenly as he became accutely aware that if he had been able at that moment he would have pulled Ashura into his lap and made sure he knew that he could intrude much closer. And more often.
Ashura and Scirocco were no surprise to Lemon. In fact, Lemon had thought they knew of each other's feelings the first night they had arrived. It was a surprise to him when he realized they were completely oblivious, but it was much sweeter to watch them struggle through it. Also amusing to Lemon, who never had such problems. Not that he had ever been in love. Idly, he remembered Nott, and Fu; it wasn't true, he had been in love, and it had never worked out. Even Akio had been cute, but that had never progressed past a sort of awkward friendship. Lemon was not meant to fall in love the way that Scir had. He knew that.
Lemon nodded excitedly as Ashura agreed to play in the snow after breakfast. In reality, he'd likely just get Ashura outside for a few minutes and then want to go inside to nap. Or stay outside and nap. Either way, he had exhausted himself, and he looked a bit like he was going to faceplant into his breakfast if conversation died down.
"Ah, Ashura, it's alright, I forgive you-- next time I'll get you sooner," Lemon agreed, with a wink. Scirocco leaned over the table and grabbed his brother's head in the crook of his elbow, pinning him there with a heavy sigh before letting him go, shaking his head. "What's life if you're not busy?" Lemon asked, grinning, his hair even more a mess now that Scir had expressed his irritation with him. He rubbed his neck.
Scirocco snuck a glance at Ashura quickly, his cheeks going red again. It was unusual that Scir would find himself being so ridiculous, but... something about Ashura. He knew that he wanted to be with him always, and if he could steal these little glances, even if he had little else, he could be happy always. Except he wanted more than that, and given the first chance, he would return to kissing Ashura often and eagerly. Scir sighed without thinking about it, and stuffed a small piece of omelette in his mouth, watching Lemon devour his rice.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 1:32 pm
Ashura found it incredible how the two brothers, Lemon and Scirocco could be so different yet still able to maintain that gentle kind of balance between them. It was like dropping the faces love could take on a scale before dividing them equally but at the same time forgetting to give equal kinds of features to both sides. From the stories Scirocco had told him his brother loved fast, burning with a strange kind of passion, but because he loved so hard, he burned out fast and as a result he switched lovers all the time. Scir's love on the other hand... that Ashura had only briefly tasted in its fullest extent but by all that he had done for him so long he could relate him to warm, smouldering embers. When placed close together they could generate enough heat to warm someone up without doing any actual damage but even embers, given fuel could reignite into raging fire when the chance arose. Scir was by no means weak, Ashura knew that perfectly well.
Ashura smiled, a gentle smile, albeit not nearly as reserves as his usual ones. "Time tells no lies." he simply said. They had all the time in the world for Scirocco to realize that he was going nowhere anymore. He would soon make his own wish known, as soon as the first chance presented himself. In order for forever to truly be what it sounded like one more step had to be taken and as simple as it may seem to an observer it was a lot more complicated, it took a lot more courage, a lot more love to commit, to make such a sacrifice. He breathed in the gentle warmth as it brushed over his cheeks and hair and he was sure that if he focused hie could feel Scir's touch in it, all the same. It was an incredibly soothing sensation.
When Lemon cut in Ashura found himself chuckling almost uncontrollably and brought one hand up to cover his mouth politely as he found it hard to stop. Lemon was incredible in and on its own. To Ashura he was also very special, a person he could like, the brother to the person he loved most. His small 'fight' with Scir over scaring him away had been brief, sealed with an ominous vow on top. He shook his head to reassure them both that they needn't fight nor hurt each other over such a silly reason. After all he was there, he wasn't going anywhere... it was alright. Everything seemed to slowly click into place, making itself right without any apparent effort. If even a person like him could be loved then... he ought to have hope if nothing else.
Thinking of things as they were he tilted his head to the side, coming to rest it gently on Scir's shoulder without quite realizing what he was doing. It was a tender moment that he dared not break once he came into realization of it. If he could stay in that position for the rest of eternity he would most likely be so deeply content he'd never ask for anything more. He didn't need more.
"Maybe next time, then..." Ashura joked even after Scir had stated his dislike over the entire issue of Lemon 'trying' for him another time. Really, Ashura didn't mind the joking; Lemon was very good and he did love his brother, Ashura could tell. He might say those things but if it ever came to doing them he wasn't exactly sure that he would push through with them, not with his most extravagant of plans after all. He was a strange person, sure, one who acted on impulse, one who Ashura failed understanding sometimes. But at the same time he felt his essence to be somewhat mellow on the inside. Maybe, after many years had passed, he could also slowly begin to change, growing up... then again, he wasn't sure and he liked Lemon the way he was anyway.
Ashura returned to his breakfast and finished quite fast to top it off, famished almost, as if all those things so early in the morning had drained him terribly and he needed fuel to burn. He smiled, sipping his tea, the warm liquid feeling incredibly accommodating as it slid down his throat. Warm beverages where just what one needed to get through winter, he decided. That and perhaps just a person as warm as pleasant and warm as Scir. He thought of Lemon's last words and gave a small shrug. What's life if you're not busy? "One day." he spoke quietly after placing his cup on the table, both hands laid on his lap as he sat. facing Lemon from across the table "I wish that you'll find a person also; one who can hold your heart without expending themselves." he didn't bow his head while speaking, just this once, bright eyes resting on Lemon's form. Giving wishes wasn't that easy... maybe because you could wish for anything and every word had power depending on the circumstances. And that was the only thing Ashura could perhaps wish Lemon other than health and happiness.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:54 am
If Ashura had told him his interpretation of Lemon's style of loving others, he would have said that Ashura was exactly right. Lemon loved with every fibre of his being, but he loved so intensely that it couldn't last long. However, it had never really been Lemon's responsibility; as flighty as he was, he was also equally unlucky, and it was actually that everyone he loved had either not returned the feeling, or had disappeared back into his past. But in the end, Lemon wasn't the kind to dwell. He was perpetually moving forward, moving on, with nothing holding him down or back. However, who could live like that entirely, removed from the disappointments of the past? Surely, some part of Lemon missed or mourned them. Fu, especially, who he had loved exclusively for a long time, and even though Nott had interested him... Well, it was hard for Lemon to come to terms with everything, so in actuality it was more like he dismissed them as unimportant in order to move on.
Scir's love was equally like what Ashura believed: slow and constant, a gentle warmth, but burning deeply below the surface. Coals were not to be trifled with. And even the tiniest spark could keep his love alight, once it was burning. For Ashura, he felt these things. He looked at his brother briefly, and thought about the design that he was asking Lemon to craft. It was fairly detailed work, and he hoped that Lemon could hurry up and get it done in time... now that he knew that Ashura loved him, now that he was able to express his affection, he wanted to give Ashura a gift.
At first, Scir's expression was unreadable. Finally, it softened into a kind of smile, with his eyes bright with emotion. "I suppose that's true, isn't it, Ashura? I will put my faith in time, and in you, in that case." He would certainly try. Scir wasn't someone paranoid, or flighty. So far, Ashura had done nothing to suggest he would leave. The anxiety could still tug at his heart, of course, as was the result of loving someone as much as he loved Ashura, but... he didn't believe that the one he loved would leave. Still, he never could have imagined that Ashura would stop travelling between worlds; To Scir, that was the ultimate gift. To be able to travel so far and wide, to see so much... He hadn't experienced it himself, so he didn't know the negative side, didn't know the pain of leaving those worlds behind, or the state they might be in.
Scir was in the middle of beginning to repremand Lemon again, as he had started to drink cream from the side of the cream pot, when he felt Ashura's head lean onto his shoulder. His breath caught in his throat, and his face grew soft immediately. Lemon began to laugh, because he couldn't even begin to understand the instant transformation, and had never seen anyone affect his brother that way. "You've got him mesmerized, Ashura, dear," he teased, grinning wide.
If he was sad to have lost Fu, he didn't make it apparent. Lemon was genuinely happy for the two, especially since he thought it was hilarious that Scir could be tongue-tied with such a simple gesture. Scirocco leaned his head against Ashura's, slipping one hand over to find Ashura's hand.
Of course, Lemon would never try to steal Ashura from his brother. Ashura was right then, again; if the brothers knew his inner ideas behind their workings, they would likely theorize that Ashura knew them better than they knew themselves. Collectively, the brothers had both come to love Ashura, for different reasons. Lemon loved him because he was the man that Scir loved, because he was a sweet person, because he was good in all the right ways, but had a strong heart. He wasn't weak, just kind, and Lemon cherished that.
Scirocco loved Ashura for every aspect of his being, loved him in return with every fibre of his conscious self, even unconscious self. Lemon would have to stay mellow, in order to protect the bond that he had with his brother, and to serve as the balancing point for Scirocco's nature. It wasn't difficult; no matter what happened to Lemon, he would spring right back with a grin. It was hard, though, for him to keep his smile in place with Ashura's wish. It caught something in his throat, and he smiled with his eyes closed for a moment, forcing whatever dark thought it was down.
"No one can hold this! My heart's too big, it'll just swallow them up and spit them out. Better wish that anyone I'm interested in escapes me before I can latch on, Ashura," he finally joked, grinning and winking at him. Still, there was something heavy in his smile that said: Thank you for the wish, I wish that too, but I don't think that will happen.
After Scirocco and Ashura had finished their breakfast, or shortly before, Lemon had gotten back into the cream, and promptly fallen asleep with his head on the table, arms sprawled out so that his fingers kept nearly getting into the sugar dish. Scirocco sighed, more a movement of his aura than anything else, and looked at Ashura with a sense of overwhelming tenderness.
With Lemon asleep, Scir did not want to go outside at all. He tilted his head, nuzzling Ashura's gently, and whispered, "Are you sure we can't sneak back to our room upstairs?... We could just take the blankets into the pillow room and keep warm all day..." Scirocco slipped one hand up and brushed it across Ashura's cheek, trying to stay close.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 12:58 pm
Ashura couldn't have known that Scir would have thought as highly of his keen sense of interpreting others. It was something he supposed just happened with time, or just after seeing so many people. It was like a habit, not something that happened consciously but rather somewhat of an instinct. It would be calming enough to know that he had managed to tell the two of them so well, but in the end it was simply impossible to have any deeper knowledge of the happenings in the lives of those two. As much as he wanted to know it was simply impossible. He was nothing but a newcomer in their lives, a traveler from afar and at the same time, because of that, just a stranger. Scir would have surely reprimanded him if he could have possibly known that he was still sometimes feeling like thinking that way, even though after longing for their current state of being for so long, after accepting the gift that kiss had been so openly. He thought it was, most likely, nothing but the immediate result of wanting to be closer; in time, perhaps, more things would come to be exchanged, stories spoken softly on long days of traveling or chilly days of winter such as that day also was.
Ashura could wait; in the end he knew 'waiting' more than any other he had ever met, having waited long enough that he forgot that he was in the first place. It was okay, in any case, he didn't, couldn't mind, couldn't possibly be as selfish... All he wanted was to stay by Scir's side as long as possible and finally knowing he could have his feelings returned to such an extent was somewhat of a relief, having one less thing to worry about. Therefore he simply brought himself to nod thoughtfully when Scir offered his reply. Faith in time, they both needed that. Patience was an incredible gift to have and both himself as well as Scir would have to have theirs tested during their period of confinement so perhaps an entire new journey could begin in spring just like the cycles of life itself, repeating year after year in their own, gentle rhythm. To be able to integrate himself back into that rhythm... Ashura would give up anything.
Back in the present, however, Ashura found himself softly chuckling at Lemon's antics. His brother might find him bothersome and Ashura certainly thought of him as eccentric but he couldn't help but find his ridiculous acts rather endearing instead of annoying. And for as long as that single, warm moment lasted it seemed it had served the purpose of saving Lemon from Scir's reprimanding. He found himself laughing softly at the offered comment. "I wouldn't say I do, but perhaps you know something more than I..." he admitted, looking up at Scir for a second trying his best to compose himself and keep his cheeks from flaring up again before lowering his eyes back to the table. It was strange how he had went for this long without realizing how much he had missed some things, simple things, such as sharing a meal with family and loved ones felt like, or exchanging small talk over a few cups of tea and the realization painted a smile on his face, a gentle one that held no weight; just as if the burden he had dragged with him all along had suddenly been lifted to disappear into thin air.
Although Ashura's wish seemed distant, he hoped, with every fibre of his bring that it could come true. Perhaps, one day, he thought, after Lemon learned what waiting was, there might, just might come someone, some soul from some distant realm, that would be strong enough to contain that heart and all of its overwhelming heat and passion. Perhaps such a person could exist, a fated one, just for him, even if it seemed terribly unlikely as of now. Ashura had never thought he'd meet Scirocco either and yet, after all those travels he had come to meet him at the end and it was alright.
It was not much later that they finally finished their breakfast and Lemon had proceeded to fall asleep on the table leaving him and Scir to themselves once again. It was peaceful, and blissfully quiet and when Ashura noticed Scir looking at him he returned the gaze with a smile that lit his face up making him look almost like a child who had just been offered a wonderful present. He tried to keep his voice low as he coaxed a small laugh behind his hand making himself comfortable against Scirocco for a little bit. "Oh, I'm certain~" he mumbled, smiling mischievously. "We better make sure that Lemon doesn't find out though..." he almost felt like he was doing some sort of mischief by saying that, something he wasn't supposed to be doing, but it was okay. "After all, I'm sure the pillows are feeling lonely without as around." he joked, leaning up to plant a small, chaste kiss on Scir's lips.
And in that moment he dared make another wish, this time for himself rather than anyone else. He thought that he wanted, if possible, to keep clinging, keep holding on to that small, newfound peace he held tight in the palm of his hand and never let go. To be with Scirocco and Lemon even if those snowy days stretched on forever. He couldn't remember having wanted anything else more in his life.
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