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 Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 11:52 am
It was a new day, and the beginning of the spring. Snow had melted, giving way to buds and birdsong and all of the signs that Scirocco should be leaving, soon. His winter had been different; less quiet, less lonely. He had been with Ashura the whole time, exploring the way that their lives had become tangled together. He had still not really come to terms with that fact that Ashura could love him in return, that he wasn't really being inappropriate or selfish by falling in love with him in the first place.
And he had fallen in love: slowly, gradually, and deeply. Every morning he had woken and realized that his life was just a little better, a little less lonely. He had forgotten about his previous goal, to communicate with the spirits not yet on this plane, but as soon as spring came around he remembered his search. And he knew that he couldn't leave his home, not yet.
Today he had planned a celebration. His eyes seemed brighter, his pulse quicker, breathing exaggeratedly slowed in an effort to try to calm himself down. Every time he saw Ashura, lately, he felt this same kind of excitement. And he loved him, he loved him with a depth that even he could not quite comprehend. So Scirocco, waking next to him that morning, had brushed his hand across Ashura's cheek, and kissed him softly. Whispered that Ashura should meet him where the path winds along the edge of the woods, and follow the offshoot into the brush. He had also told him to be careful his hair didn't get caught.
That was how they had met, wasn't it, after all? Scirocco smiled to himself, remembering that. After communicating the message, he had snuck off, which broke his heart; he didn't like to part from Ashura while he was sleeping. Scir needed to get set up, though.
What Ashura would find was a thin path heading into a glade: lush, grassy clearing with sweet-smelling purple blossoms and a newly-built sort of gazebo construction in cherry-stained wood, with a glossy finish. All Lemon's work, of course, intricately carved. Within the gazebo, a sort of swing suspended from the ceiling. And inside, Scirocco, sitting on the edge of the gazebo's low carved sort of fence edge, playing a glass flute with the most eerie sound. Waiting. Waiting as best he could, despite being nervous. He used his aura to keep the tea and tray of sandwiches the right temperature, though the sandwiches were in another of Lemon's inventions to keep them fresh.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:34 pm
Winter had been long and although the cold days stretched on, seemingly without end, they too were bound to come to their eventual conclusion. Ashura didn't mind winter for a change; he'd usually spend his winters bundled up somewhere safe and warm and this one was no exception. The difference could only be noticed in that he didn't have to spend it alone. That home held so much more aside of fleeting warm air, it was the place where the closest thing he had ever found to a family after leaving his home world resided. The brothers had both become a source of much joy for him; they could each make him smile in so many different ways that he couldn't begin to count. And in the process of those winter months he had learned to love them each for what they were. But if he had to be honest he always held a very special place for Scirocco; Scir had the remarkable ability to keep him warm -and for one who despised the cold as much he, himself, did this was an incredible blessing, but it wasn't just Scirocco's warm aura that managed to keep him comfortable but his very presence in the first place; making him warm up to the very core of his existence, his heart beating so much more comfortably just by knowing he was there.
But winter too was leaving, giving its place to a new cycle, nature awakening slowly from its slumber. The need for so many clothes and confinement inside was growing thinner by the day and Ashura, being the eternal traveler he was was feeling the need to set out once again even if for once he would never consider moving to another world. There were so many things left to see in this one after all, he couldn't possibly bring himself to leave not to mention he wouldn't, couldn't leave Scirocco behind. Leaving him would feel like having to tear his beating heart right out of his chest and leave it behind before moving on. It was simply something he didn't want anymore; he felt the need to love and be loved for once. Maybe he was growing old, or maybe it was simply that it was spring, ever inviting, tantalizing almost with all its colors and smells and the newly-awakened life.
He too was barely awake when Scir had kissed him that morning, told him to meet him in the nearby woods but make sure he didn't get his hair all tangled up again. He had smiled at that remark. That was what had triggered the first encounter after all. He held Scir's words to heart, trying to make sure not to lose his way on his way to their meeting place and repeated them to himself while getting dressed and brushing his hair, even while greeting Lemon and putting on his shoes to move out. He realized, as soon as he had made it to the doorway that he didn't need them however. He could practically see the place with his mind's eye, as clearly as if he was there. Instinctively he knew where to go, where to turn, after all it was hard to forget that one place that was so new to him when he had first landed on that world, the place where slowed down by unforeseen circumstances he met Scirocco.
Almost timidly he took the winding road between the trees and bushes, careful not to get in trouble with his his hair that time. When he did reach that clearing what he found was something more than incredible. Just like scenery out of a fairytale everything appeared beautiful and tended to. The colors of the leaves and flowers seemed all to be so vibrant, radiating almost under the warm rays of the sun. And the construction in the middle was just a piece of wonderful architecture as well as art with its myriad of carved embellishments capturing the eye and attention. Surely, someone had spent countless hours working on that. He walked up to the gazebo almost in a daze, following the soft tune of Scirocco's flute that only then did he notice had been accompanying him ever since he had entered the small pathway leading him through the plantation.
For a second he remained silent, afraid that if he might speak he would shatter the magic that kept the dream in place and it would disappear. "Good morning, Scirocco. I hope I'm not late." he offered his greeting with a smile; he knew his flaws in the end. He was never exactly adept at getting up easily in the mornings. "Is this all even real?" he joked softly, looking around in awe before his eyes focused back on Scir.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:53 am
Lemon had spent countless days, hours, and weeks designing and building the sort of gazebo. He had spent so long on it not only for this day, and for what Scirocco requested, but also because it would be a useful creation in the future, though he would have to find a way to keep the snow and rain off of it and protect the glaze. He could probably just reapply it, but he was worried about the elements eroding his delicate carvings. Lemon had essentially no magical abilities, except where inventions were concerned: things that probably shouldn't work, did. That was just how it went. But if he wanted to, say, enchant something to make it last longer, it would never work. He had about as much magic in him as Scir did in his littlest finger.
So, yet again, Lemon had crafted the gazebo in which Scir waited for Ashura. As soon as Ashura stepped into sight, Scir's playing stopped. He tucked the flute into the bag on a bench in the gazebo and first could not answer him. The way the light played on his face, on his hair, and if Scir closed his eyes he could feel it if he brushed Ashura's cheek with his wind-aura. Tenderly, carefully. Not to disturb Ashura's soft hair. He couldn't speak, at first, in awe that this day had finally come. "You're never late... I would not dream of starting until you were with me." Scirocco smiled, distantly, as if in a dream. He wanted to call Ashura love or dear and yet his shyness still kept him from it now and again. Was it too much? Would it overwhelm him?
Scirocco hoped not. He left the gazebo by its cherry-dark ramp and stepped up to Ashura, circling his arms around the other he had grown so fond of. He pressed his forehead against Ashura's cheek, stooping a little to do so, brushed the strands of hair away and pressed his lips to the spot gently before drawing away, his face flushed.
He was nervous. That much was true. It was hard to imagine Scirocco could feel quite so nervous as he had the first night he had admitted he loved Ashura. He drew a cooler aura around himself to try to keep himself cool, calm himself down. "Did you eat before you left, and would you care regardless to sit with me?" He slipped his hand down, searching for Ashura's hand, running his fingers along Ashura's knuckles and fingers, sliding his thumb across the back of his hand gently. He took a step back, towards the gazebo, waiting with a rather hopeful expression to see if Ashura would join him.
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