what am I doing on this day of all days
Asura Cryin' anime, yay! Now someone animate Cooseltel and Tactical Judgment (first for cute baby dragons and second for the main character being a twerp)
k so I'm a moron
"Atsumori-san!" He blinked as Nozomi's head swung into his field of vision, her bright hair outlined against the night sky.
"Priestess.." said Atsumori shyly, in greeting. She beamed at him and proffered a steaming teacup. He took it, head tilting, and Nozomi answered his unspoken question. "You haven't been feeling so well lately, so I asked Benkei-san if he had anything that would help. This tea should cut the pain a little, I hope."
"It's not necessary for the Priestess to concern herself with me..." Atsumori said, hesitantly. Nozomi gave him a straightforward look, and then softened it with a small smile. "Yes it is. Besides, I want to."
Atsumori surrendered. "I thank the Priestess for her kindness," he said formally, and Nozomi gave a brief sigh and sat next to him, stretching her legs out instead of sitting seiza-style like Atsumori. "You should really thank Benkei-san, not me. He knew just what to make."
"I will of course make a point of thanking Benkei-dono as well," said Atsumori gravely, and he took a brief sip. Finding it not too hot, he drank more, and then held it in his hands, Nozomi sitting patiently and in companionable silence besides him.
Atsumori took a last sip and then carefully propped the empty cup on the grass. He inclined his head. "Thank you. I think it did ease the pain a little."
"I'm glad to hear that. But.."
Atsumori nodded and looked out, at the stars glittering above the trees."Yes. In the end, this is not something even Benkei-dono's arts can mend."
"Does it really have to be that way?" asked Nozomi quietly. "You have the protection of Genbu and of Hakuryuu, and.." She lowered her eyes to the ground, as if fumbling for words, and her glance alighted on the empty teacup. Nozomi smiled, picked it up and brushed it free of dust. "Can't you say that what you have is a dirty teacup, but the water inside is still pure?"
Atsumori smiled a little at the idea and shook his head. "It seems to me more that a vicious mold has woven itself into the clay, and that it can only be expunged when the vessel itself is burnt."
"But don't you think it would be possible to clean the cup instead? With special Ryuujin-brand soap," asked Nozomi. Atsumori paused, less struck by the Priestess's occasional peculiar turns of phrase than by her odd, half-hopeful, half-rueful expression.
"I don't think so," said Atsumori quietly. "I think it would be best if the vessel is poured out before it can contaminate what pure water is left."
Nozomi sighed. "I don't think I like this metaphor anymore..." She looked questioningly at Atsumori, as if considering something, and then reached out and carefully placed her hand over his. "Atsumori-san. I don't know if there's anything I can do to help, but I'll gladly do whatever I can. And I'm glad you're with us, and not somebody else."
Atsumori had to bow his head to hide the rush of emotions that filled him, his eyes burning. "I... I thank the Priestess for her kindness," he managed to stammer, hating himself for his awkwardness as he did, but he felt Nozomi's hand close on his anyway, and hoped she understood.
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notes: what the heck I wrote a fic
ack this is ooc and wow overwrought metaphor
plus ow at Japanese titles in English
oh and zero stage-setting OTL
Oh well. You have to write crap before you can get any good. I can write this off as practice right. T_T
PS: Ten to one Atsumori is neko-jirashi can't handle hot tea XD; (I can't either)
k so I'm a moron
"Atsumori-san!" He blinked as Nozomi's head swung into his field of vision, her bright hair outlined against the night sky.
"Priestess.." said Atsumori shyly, in greeting. She beamed at him and proffered a steaming teacup. He took it, head tilting, and Nozomi answered his unspoken question. "You haven't been feeling so well lately, so I asked Benkei-san if he had anything that would help. This tea should cut the pain a little, I hope."
"It's not necessary for the Priestess to concern herself with me..." Atsumori said, hesitantly. Nozomi gave him a straightforward look, and then softened it with a small smile. "Yes it is. Besides, I want to."
Atsumori surrendered. "I thank the Priestess for her kindness," he said formally, and Nozomi gave a brief sigh and sat next to him, stretching her legs out instead of sitting seiza-style like Atsumori. "You should really thank Benkei-san, not me. He knew just what to make."
"I will of course make a point of thanking Benkei-dono as well," said Atsumori gravely, and he took a brief sip. Finding it not too hot, he drank more, and then held it in his hands, Nozomi sitting patiently and in companionable silence besides him.
Atsumori took a last sip and then carefully propped the empty cup on the grass. He inclined his head. "Thank you. I think it did ease the pain a little."
"I'm glad to hear that. But.."
Atsumori nodded and looked out, at the stars glittering above the trees."Yes. In the end, this is not something even Benkei-dono's arts can mend."
"Does it really have to be that way?" asked Nozomi quietly. "You have the protection of Genbu and of Hakuryuu, and.." She lowered her eyes to the ground, as if fumbling for words, and her glance alighted on the empty teacup. Nozomi smiled, picked it up and brushed it free of dust. "Can't you say that what you have is a dirty teacup, but the water inside is still pure?"
Atsumori smiled a little at the idea and shook his head. "It seems to me more that a vicious mold has woven itself into the clay, and that it can only be expunged when the vessel itself is burnt."
"But don't you think it would be possible to clean the cup instead? With special Ryuujin-brand soap," asked Nozomi. Atsumori paused, less struck by the Priestess's occasional peculiar turns of phrase than by her odd, half-hopeful, half-rueful expression.
"I don't think so," said Atsumori quietly. "I think it would be best if the vessel is poured out before it can contaminate what pure water is left."
Nozomi sighed. "I don't think I like this metaphor anymore..." She looked questioningly at Atsumori, as if considering something, and then reached out and carefully placed her hand over his. "Atsumori-san. I don't know if there's anything I can do to help, but I'll gladly do whatever I can. And I'm glad you're with us, and not somebody else."
Atsumori had to bow his head to hide the rush of emotions that filled him, his eyes burning. "I... I thank the Priestess for her kindness," he managed to stammer, hating himself for his awkwardness as he did, but he felt Nozomi's hand close on his anyway, and hoped she understood.
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notes: what the heck I wrote a fic
ack this is ooc and wow overwrought metaphor
plus ow at Japanese titles in English
oh and zero stage-setting OTL
Oh well. You have to write crap before you can get any good. I can write this off as practice right. T_T
PS: Ten to one Atsumori is neko-jirashi can't handle hot tea XD; (I can't either)