Born in the Earth
Title: Born in the Earth.
Unit for Points: Snow Man
Word Count: 4x100
Characters: Tottsu + Hasshi
A/N: In which Hasshi is an earth spirit and Tottsu finds a place to chill.
Some months, Tottsu’d come to the glade every day. Others, he wouldn’t come at all.
During the summer, he would sit on the green grass, all lush with life. His bare feet sank into the turf. He strummed his guitar and hummed along. Like his voice was carried on the sunbeams, the flowers seemed to listen and shine with the melody.
During the winter, he would spread his thick, cotton coat on the ground and play until his fingers could no longer move. He sang more often then. He sang because he thought no one could hear. He was wrong.
XXX
Once upon a time, Hasshi was an oak tree. He enjoyed being a tree. He was big and people liked him. The Sun warmed him. The wind danced with his branches. He could talk to the birds and many other creatures. All in all, it was impossible to be unhappy when you were a tree.
Then someone cut him down. At first, he was a root. If he struggled hard enough, he thought, he could grow big and feel the sunlight again. But there wasn’t enough of him left. He was weak. Soon, all he could do was sleep.
XXX
Tottsu smoothed his jacket out and sat down. It was spring and the ground was damp. Frost clung to the shadows, but delicate white flowers were pushing through the earth. Heads bowed, they shivered in the breeze. Tottsu still had this part of the woods much to himself. Resting his guitar on his legs, he began to feel out a tune.
“Will you sing?” a voice chirped. Tottsu had a heart-attack.
For the last hour, he’d seen no one. It was improbable for anyone to be here. Despite that, when he peered over his shoulder, he saw a boy.
XXX
The boy was barefoot in khaki jeans and a white shirt. He smiled a stupidly beautiful smile. The feeling it induced, sweeping through Tottsu’s chest, was as familiar as his best friends’ names or the cracked pavement outside his home. Hasshi trotted over and knelt in front of him - seemingly not minding the cold or how the dampness soaked through his jeans.
“I definitely want to sing with you,” the boy affirmed. Bright eyes. Boundless enthusiasm.
“If I can… Can I?” A hint (just a hint) of doubt.
Breathless, Tottsu nodded. A melody was bubbling along his nerves.
Unit for Points: Snow Man
Word Count: 4x100
Characters: Tottsu + Hasshi
A/N: In which Hasshi is an earth spirit and Tottsu finds a place to chill.
Some months, Tottsu’d come to the glade every day. Others, he wouldn’t come at all.
During the summer, he would sit on the green grass, all lush with life. His bare feet sank into the turf. He strummed his guitar and hummed along. Like his voice was carried on the sunbeams, the flowers seemed to listen and shine with the melody.
During the winter, he would spread his thick, cotton coat on the ground and play until his fingers could no longer move. He sang more often then. He sang because he thought no one could hear. He was wrong.
XXX
Once upon a time, Hasshi was an oak tree. He enjoyed being a tree. He was big and people liked him. The Sun warmed him. The wind danced with his branches. He could talk to the birds and many other creatures. All in all, it was impossible to be unhappy when you were a tree.
Then someone cut him down. At first, he was a root. If he struggled hard enough, he thought, he could grow big and feel the sunlight again. But there wasn’t enough of him left. He was weak. Soon, all he could do was sleep.
XXX
Tottsu smoothed his jacket out and sat down. It was spring and the ground was damp. Frost clung to the shadows, but delicate white flowers were pushing through the earth. Heads bowed, they shivered in the breeze. Tottsu still had this part of the woods much to himself. Resting his guitar on his legs, he began to feel out a tune.
“Will you sing?” a voice chirped. Tottsu had a heart-attack.
For the last hour, he’d seen no one. It was improbable for anyone to be here. Despite that, when he peered over his shoulder, he saw a boy.
XXX
The boy was barefoot in khaki jeans and a white shirt. He smiled a stupidly beautiful smile. The feeling it induced, sweeping through Tottsu’s chest, was as familiar as his best friends’ names or the cracked pavement outside his home. Hasshi trotted over and knelt in front of him - seemingly not minding the cold or how the dampness soaked through his jeans.
“I definitely want to sing with you,” the boy affirmed. Bright eyes. Boundless enthusiasm.
“If I can… Can I?” A hint (just a hint) of doubt.
Breathless, Tottsu nodded. A melody was bubbling along his nerves.