[LOG: Week 12, Day 1] Aaaaalways I wanna be with you
Who: Marian Cross (purgingthree) and Asano Rin (revengeisalie)
Status: Closed.
Style: Third person, past tense.
Where: Bishamonten temple.
When: Week 12, Day 1, sometime between 10:30 and 11:00 A.M.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, probably.
Summary Cross and Rin have a run-in at the temple.
The incense sticks flickered to life, the flame growing big before dying down, a tight bundle of orange-yellow dots beneath the shadow of the burner's small roof. Rin's eyes focused on the light, centering in on it, and the light became her anchor as she took slow, measured breaths. At first she didn't feel much of anything, but she kept focusing, and slowly her scattered, frayed self came together as one solid, compact whole. It didn't stop the stream of thoughts and issues and feelings running on in the back of her mind, but it did allow her to look away for a while.
Breathe in, breathe out.
The bundle was almost burned down when she came out of her meditative mood, and quickly she extinguished it by waving it back and forth. Finally, she threw them into the burner. She watched them being swallowed up by the flames for a moment, then she took a deep breath and puffed it it back out, taking a look at the sky beyond the burner's roof and the walls of the temple ground with a smile. "Well," she said, stepping back, "time to say hello to Bishamonten!"
She turned around on her heel and came face to face with her unicorn. The unicorn blinked at her and shook its mane, snorting. Then it not-quite-nibbled on her sleeve.
"Ah," she said.
Status: Closed.
Style: Third person, past tense.
Where: Bishamonten temple.
When: Week 12, Day 1, sometime between 10:30 and 11:00 A.M.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, probably.
Summary Cross and Rin have a run-in at the temple.
The incense sticks flickered to life, the flame growing big before dying down, a tight bundle of orange-yellow dots beneath the shadow of the burner's small roof. Rin's eyes focused on the light, centering in on it, and the light became her anchor as she took slow, measured breaths. At first she didn't feel much of anything, but she kept focusing, and slowly her scattered, frayed self came together as one solid, compact whole. It didn't stop the stream of thoughts and issues and feelings running on in the back of her mind, but it did allow her to look away for a while.
Breathe in, breathe out.
The bundle was almost burned down when she came out of her meditative mood, and quickly she extinguished it by waving it back and forth. Finally, she threw them into the burner. She watched them being swallowed up by the flames for a moment, then she took a deep breath and puffed it it back out, taking a look at the sky beyond the burner's roof and the walls of the temple ground with a smile. "Well," she said, stepping back, "time to say hello to Bishamonten!"
She turned around on her heel and came face to face with her unicorn. The unicorn blinked at her and shook its mane, snorting. Then it not-quite-nibbled on her sleeve.
"Ah," she said.