[fic] bloomed & withered (1)
bloomed & withered
11,061w, pg
touken ranbu, ichigo/mikazuki
a tale of love that couldn't resist time
梅 : ume
It is snowing on the day they first meet.
Tenka hadn't been expecting it at first. Autumn was just diffusing from the skies, and temperatures haven't plunged immensely over the weeks. Though the sky remained cloudy and uncertain, it was only when flakes of diamonds descend that winter announced it's arrival. He puts on an extra layer of clothing beneath his kimono, feeling the cold rolling off his shoulders. His blade feels a little chilly, probably as cold as the grim reaper's scythe. Perhaps he couldn't see the darkness rolling over the skies as autumn came to a close, but somehow, it was noticeably darker in his room and he knows for a fact that it was not the shade of the trees that blocked the sun's view. He peeks out of the screen doors, watching Hideyoshi and his wife hurrying down the hall and following them suit.
A messenger arrives at their doorsteps early in this crispy gloomy morning, elated and wide-eyed. He has spoils, probably from the market, but the messenger is trembling so much that even Tenka can't help but smirk. The small frail boy gets off his horse and rummages through the baggage on the horse's back. He pulls out a long, naked blade wrapped in cloth. Its material is so refined, so gorgeous and smooth, that Hideyoshi is in awe.
As the boy presents the sword to Hideyoshi, bragging at how he managed to snag such a beautiful blade off the market at a low price, Tenka notices a bare limping male by the oak gates. He rushes over and just as he falls over, Tenka catches him. He looks around wildly, as if anybody could actually see him, and puts a hand over the man's forehead. It's burning hot against his trembling hand, and as he pulls back, he feels the shallow short breathing of the man. He looks at the male's face, serene and peaceful - he had just fainted. In the distance, Hideyoshi is howling in amusement as the boy offers him an outrageous price on the sword. All the onlooking servants and maids are puzzled. They're not educated on how much swords are really worth so they just keep quiet and watch as the boy shrink a little bit, his extended arms bending as soon as the overlord started laughing. Tenka holds the naked male against his own body, carrying the weight as he tries to make his way into the household.
His kimono front slips, revealing his bare chest to the temperatures but he still pushes through to make it to his room. Compared to himself, the other male is probably on the verge of losing his own life. He stumbles into the room, tired from the weight and long exhausting travel. The unconscious male is spread all over the floor but Tenka cannot bear to leave him like that and snatches his futon out from the closet. He covers his bare skin with a double layer of thick covers, hoping it would warm him up sufficiently. As Tenka sits by the other male's side, he pulls out his cold freezing hand from under the cover and clasps it in his own to measure his temperature. It'll take a while for the male to stabilize his body heat.
The man's face and lips were pale, and they don't seem to color back in after a few hours. How he wishes they were in Hideyoshi's room, where the man had heating. Still, Tenka stuck to his guns and tried to even fatten the underlayer so he would be covered all around. In the lull of this cold freezing morning, somehow, Tenka had fallen asleep. There was no reason for him to be groggy but perhaps it was the stranger's peaceful resting face that made him just feel the urge to lie down and wait with his eyes closed.
Tenka felt the male move a little as he regained consciousness from sleep.
He can't tell if it's still morning or late afternoon, but the cold is still terrible as ever. Out of nowhere, a sharp join smashes against his jaw and Tenka retracts from the male, holding his jaw in pain. The stranger's limbs were crawling beneath the layers of blankets he had piled as if he were stretching and Tenka leans over to look directly at the male's face. When his eyes flutter open, Tenka feels this strange rush of blood towards his cheeks and pulls back once more. The other male is blinking, searching this room but his gaze is not focused.
"Are you alright?" Tenka immediately asks, when he manages to put aside his shame. "Do you feel hurt anywhere?"
The man was silent, but his blur gaze is now fixed on him.
"You're in the Toyotomi Household right now, you can rest easy here." He says, unsure what else to explain. "Are you the sword the boy brought to us this morning?"
Still no answer, the male pushes aside one of the blankets and when he feels the second layer, his eyes soften. His brows lower as he feels the material.
"Am I under Hideyoshi's ownership now?" is the first thing the male says and Tenka is honestly frantic when he asks, perhaps he should not sleep when there are guests around anymore.
He averts his eyes for a second, unsure what to even say. If he knew Hideyoshi, he would have definitely bought the sword. It looked refined and elegant after all, suitable for his collection. However, he didn't want to make it sound like he was captive. Any newly awaken sword would definitely panic at the lack of activity as a display sword, just like the rest.
"Yes, you are." He simply says, pulling back into a straight posture. Then, he goes down to a straight bow as he puts his hands on the floor and folds. "I am Tenka Hitofuri, the beloved sword of Toyotomi Hideyoshi. It's nice to meet you."
The other man is amused, so he chuckles. Tenka straightens up immediately as he hears the laugh, embarrassed that a sword of an honorable title was bowing to probably an unknown new sword. However, his fears quickly dissipate as the male slowly and steadily sits up, introducing himself as well. "I am Mikazuki Munechika, forged by the great Sanjou Munechika. It's a pleasure to meet you, Tenka."
Mikazuki crooks something that closely resembles a fond smile, but Tenka does not respond. A Sanjou sword is sitting in his room right now, and of all swords, it's the one that Sanjou is mostly famed for. Mikazuki Munechika, to think such an admired sword would make it's way to the Toyotomi compound was beyond him. If anything, it would probably be more believable if someone from the Ashikaga Castle had run off with him. Instead, they're both here making friendly introductions.
"Oh," Mikazuki suddenly speaks, jumping a little in his position. Tenka is taken a little too, and as their eyes meet, Tenka notices the crescents lining the male's pupils. "It appears I'm being wielded, by such feminine hands. Is there any lady in this castle allowed to wield a sword?"
"Lady Nene," He says, still speechless at the surrealism of Mikazuki's presence. Now, he's Lady Nene's sword? What has he done to gather this much good karma? "You're under Lady Nene's ownership. That means, we're partners from now on."
Mikazuki doesn't say anything. He just smiles tenderly in response, as if to wish Tenka a good partnership but for some reason, Tenka feels this mysterious and strange feeling in his chest. He wonders it's out of admiration or if the surrealism is still in effect.
Mikazuki integrates into the Toyotomi compound lifestyle pretty easily.
Though he mostly spends his time on the porch, nursing a cup of tea by his side and gazing at the garden surrounding the main household, he's fairly acquainted with Honebami and Namazuo. Or at least, enough for them to offer tea or a back rub whenever they pass by. Tenka, however, is confused. There is nothing to the scenery but blanketed shrubs, naked leafless trees, and a white expanse. Mikazuki looks overly joyful, however, whenever he gets to sit on the porch all day.
So one day, he decides to sit with him.
They're both dressed in kimonos of their own colors, donning the Toyotomi crest over their hearts. With their feet folded beneath them, Tenka pours Mikazuki a cup of rice tea and offers it to him. He was thankful that he had watched the servants' mannerisms and adopted their politeness to prepare him for this exact moment. How embarrassing it would be for him to show impudence to such an elegant and graceful man like Mikazuki Munechika? In fact, he should be honored.
"I don't remember winter being this cold, but that only means it's being playful this year." Mikazuki starts after he brings the cup to his lips and takes a short sip.
"Playful?" Tenka inquires, it's the first time anybody ever described winter as a playful thing. It was mostly malicious or ruthless or crude, but never playful.
Mikazuki nods, clouds escaping from his mouth as he savors the tea's taste. "Indeed, winter is just a playful season. It grows colder when it gets boring. Unfortunately, we can't play with winter when it's too cold so we stay indoors."
Tenka is silent, unprepared for that kind of answer. This male has such a weird outlook on things, he even once said during his first few days that kindness is strength. But really, where could you even go with kindness? He puts down the pot he's been holding for a while, hovering over his own cup as he waited to hear Mikazuki's explanation. However, the other male doesn't seem to notice his discomfort and takes another sip. Another cloud escapes from his mouth as he breathes out and gazes longingly at the garden.
"This is actually my first time seeing a winter scene, it's really brilliant," Mikazuki says, probably Tenka's lack of response prompted him to move onto another topic. "I've been locked away in Ashikaga's collection for so long, I almost forgot what the outside world had looked like. I am so thankful to the Lady Nene."
Mikazuki's voice was soft and vulnerable, the sudden variation of texture nearly caught Tenka off-guard. To think that only after a few days of living here, he was already confiding in him but understandably, he probably felt so alone being locked behind a glass cage for so long.
"It is, isn't it?" Tenka turned to the falling flakes and reaches his hand out to it. "My favorite is actually Spring because the roofs would match the color of the sky, and with my hair too." He chuckles softly, looking down and finally pouring his own cup of tea to hold in his palms. "Spring is also such a refreshing season, I'm sure you'll enjoy it too."
For some reason, whenever Mikazuki doesn't have anything to respond with, he will grunt in the most graceful manner. It's as if his body was functioned to make the most elegant, graceful and refined responses and actions ever. And for another strange reason, Tenka's chest would beat maniacally at such response. He feels like he failed to even earn a proper response. His eyes dart towards the furthest tree from their sight, forcing his head to turn as blood flows through his face. It's strange, how he has this automatic response whenever he thinks Mikazuki is doing something charming. This definitely must be a feeling of adoration towards the other, what else could it be?
For the first time in weeks, Tenka finally gathers the courage to sleep together with Mikazuki on the same futon. It's not strange for two partner swords to share such close intimacy but for Tenka, this is his first time to be sharing his covers with anyone. He doesn't even allow Honebami or Namazuo to wiggle in whenever they're having trouble sleeping.
That night, he falls asleep quicker with Mikazuki curled up in his arms. Perhaps it was the sound of the snow breeze hushing him, or the stifling and plummeting temperatures but he knows for sure, when Mikazuki buries his sensitive nose into his chest, he felt immense exhaustion - something he hasn't felt for such a long time.
Winds were starting to slice against the earth's skin, leaving trails of frost all over the Castle's gardens. Today, Mikazuki and Tenka are couped up in their room as they share stories from their past. Mikazuki's is rather gloomy and dark, mostly describing the loneliness of being a display sword and only to be wielded at the last possible second. However, Tenka's history is so rich and never-ending, Mikazuki rather enjoys hearing his glory stories than to talk about mundane things like the current fierce season or the on-going rumors of assassinating the Toyotomi clan. Just like Namazuo and Honebami, the two has built up enough trust to just cuddle in each other's arms as they snuggled beneath the blankets. It was just way too cold to not share body heat anyways.
As Tenka is rambling on about how this one guy refused to give up his sword that Hideyoshi was eyeing, Mikazuki's eyes rake over Tenka's features. First, on his plump lips, bouncing as he enunciates every word properly like a real educated man. Then, they trail down to the strands of hair that was draped over Tenka's neck. Long, silky and luscious sky-blue hair. Somehow, he looked like he was crafted to serve the clan residing in the Osaka Castle after all. With the way his hair matched the unwashed tiles of the roofs, it's almost like his purpose of existence was tied to this very castle. Then, they finally meet eyes. Tenka had golden eyes, clearly prized by his craftsman to be decorated with such pretty eyes. They glittered whenever they made eye contact, never failing to capture the male's attention. Mikazuki finally zooms out to admire his whole face, noticing the layer of confidence and pride the male wore. Clearly, any sword would be if under the ownership of famous warlord Hideyoshi but there was just a certain pinch of personality that drew Mikazuki closer to the male. Tenka pauses his story when Mikazuki puts his hands on his face, the male falling deeper and deeper under his innocent unknowing enchantment.
Mikazuki shuts his eyes, seeing with his fingerpads as his frozen fingers flutter over Tenka's face. The male is silent and stiff, awaiting a different response as he felt Tenka's face lucidly. Was he really sharing his time with a sword or an actual human being? For a second, Mikazuki fell lost in his thoughts but his eyes finally meet the discomfort in Tenka's eyes. He draws his hand back, his own eyes anywhere except Tenka's.
"Ah, sorry. I was just spacing out."
The distance between them is suddenly further than Mikazuki had thought. They were not even touched skin, but why did it feel like they were huddled right next up to each other?
"It's fine, are you feeling tired?" Tenka is understanding, responsible and caring. He shifts closer to the elder male without a prompt and pulls Mikazuki's head into his chest. When Mikazuki doesn't reply, Tenka looks down and finds the male already fast asleep. Impressed, Tenka closes his eyes as well and follows the male into slumber.
At first, they were tentative and awkward, like the first fall of snow.
But now, as the snow thickens, they too slowly descend like the sky's crystal diamonds.
Drifting into a warm and comfortable partnership.
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11,061w, pg
touken ranbu, ichigo/mikazuki
a tale of love that couldn't resist time
梅 : ume
It is snowing on the day they first meet.
Tenka hadn't been expecting it at first. Autumn was just diffusing from the skies, and temperatures haven't plunged immensely over the weeks. Though the sky remained cloudy and uncertain, it was only when flakes of diamonds descend that winter announced it's arrival. He puts on an extra layer of clothing beneath his kimono, feeling the cold rolling off his shoulders. His blade feels a little chilly, probably as cold as the grim reaper's scythe. Perhaps he couldn't see the darkness rolling over the skies as autumn came to a close, but somehow, it was noticeably darker in his room and he knows for a fact that it was not the shade of the trees that blocked the sun's view. He peeks out of the screen doors, watching Hideyoshi and his wife hurrying down the hall and following them suit.
A messenger arrives at their doorsteps early in this crispy gloomy morning, elated and wide-eyed. He has spoils, probably from the market, but the messenger is trembling so much that even Tenka can't help but smirk. The small frail boy gets off his horse and rummages through the baggage on the horse's back. He pulls out a long, naked blade wrapped in cloth. Its material is so refined, so gorgeous and smooth, that Hideyoshi is in awe.
As the boy presents the sword to Hideyoshi, bragging at how he managed to snag such a beautiful blade off the market at a low price, Tenka notices a bare limping male by the oak gates. He rushes over and just as he falls over, Tenka catches him. He looks around wildly, as if anybody could actually see him, and puts a hand over the man's forehead. It's burning hot against his trembling hand, and as he pulls back, he feels the shallow short breathing of the man. He looks at the male's face, serene and peaceful - he had just fainted. In the distance, Hideyoshi is howling in amusement as the boy offers him an outrageous price on the sword. All the onlooking servants and maids are puzzled. They're not educated on how much swords are really worth so they just keep quiet and watch as the boy shrink a little bit, his extended arms bending as soon as the overlord started laughing. Tenka holds the naked male against his own body, carrying the weight as he tries to make his way into the household.
His kimono front slips, revealing his bare chest to the temperatures but he still pushes through to make it to his room. Compared to himself, the other male is probably on the verge of losing his own life. He stumbles into the room, tired from the weight and long exhausting travel. The unconscious male is spread all over the floor but Tenka cannot bear to leave him like that and snatches his futon out from the closet. He covers his bare skin with a double layer of thick covers, hoping it would warm him up sufficiently. As Tenka sits by the other male's side, he pulls out his cold freezing hand from under the cover and clasps it in his own to measure his temperature. It'll take a while for the male to stabilize his body heat.
The man's face and lips were pale, and they don't seem to color back in after a few hours. How he wishes they were in Hideyoshi's room, where the man had heating. Still, Tenka stuck to his guns and tried to even fatten the underlayer so he would be covered all around. In the lull of this cold freezing morning, somehow, Tenka had fallen asleep. There was no reason for him to be groggy but perhaps it was the stranger's peaceful resting face that made him just feel the urge to lie down and wait with his eyes closed.
Tenka felt the male move a little as he regained consciousness from sleep.
He can't tell if it's still morning or late afternoon, but the cold is still terrible as ever. Out of nowhere, a sharp join smashes against his jaw and Tenka retracts from the male, holding his jaw in pain. The stranger's limbs were crawling beneath the layers of blankets he had piled as if he were stretching and Tenka leans over to look directly at the male's face. When his eyes flutter open, Tenka feels this strange rush of blood towards his cheeks and pulls back once more. The other male is blinking, searching this room but his gaze is not focused.
"Are you alright?" Tenka immediately asks, when he manages to put aside his shame. "Do you feel hurt anywhere?"
The man was silent, but his blur gaze is now fixed on him.
"You're in the Toyotomi Household right now, you can rest easy here." He says, unsure what else to explain. "Are you the sword the boy brought to us this morning?"
Still no answer, the male pushes aside one of the blankets and when he feels the second layer, his eyes soften. His brows lower as he feels the material.
"Am I under Hideyoshi's ownership now?" is the first thing the male says and Tenka is honestly frantic when he asks, perhaps he should not sleep when there are guests around anymore.
He averts his eyes for a second, unsure what to even say. If he knew Hideyoshi, he would have definitely bought the sword. It looked refined and elegant after all, suitable for his collection. However, he didn't want to make it sound like he was captive. Any newly awaken sword would definitely panic at the lack of activity as a display sword, just like the rest.
"Yes, you are." He simply says, pulling back into a straight posture. Then, he goes down to a straight bow as he puts his hands on the floor and folds. "I am Tenka Hitofuri, the beloved sword of Toyotomi Hideyoshi. It's nice to meet you."
The other man is amused, so he chuckles. Tenka straightens up immediately as he hears the laugh, embarrassed that a sword of an honorable title was bowing to probably an unknown new sword. However, his fears quickly dissipate as the male slowly and steadily sits up, introducing himself as well. "I am Mikazuki Munechika, forged by the great Sanjou Munechika. It's a pleasure to meet you, Tenka."
Mikazuki crooks something that closely resembles a fond smile, but Tenka does not respond. A Sanjou sword is sitting in his room right now, and of all swords, it's the one that Sanjou is mostly famed for. Mikazuki Munechika, to think such an admired sword would make it's way to the Toyotomi compound was beyond him. If anything, it would probably be more believable if someone from the Ashikaga Castle had run off with him. Instead, they're both here making friendly introductions.
"Oh," Mikazuki suddenly speaks, jumping a little in his position. Tenka is taken a little too, and as their eyes meet, Tenka notices the crescents lining the male's pupils. "It appears I'm being wielded, by such feminine hands. Is there any lady in this castle allowed to wield a sword?"
"Lady Nene," He says, still speechless at the surrealism of Mikazuki's presence. Now, he's Lady Nene's sword? What has he done to gather this much good karma? "You're under Lady Nene's ownership. That means, we're partners from now on."
Mikazuki doesn't say anything. He just smiles tenderly in response, as if to wish Tenka a good partnership but for some reason, Tenka feels this mysterious and strange feeling in his chest. He wonders it's out of admiration or if the surrealism is still in effect.
Mikazuki integrates into the Toyotomi compound lifestyle pretty easily.
Though he mostly spends his time on the porch, nursing a cup of tea by his side and gazing at the garden surrounding the main household, he's fairly acquainted with Honebami and Namazuo. Or at least, enough for them to offer tea or a back rub whenever they pass by. Tenka, however, is confused. There is nothing to the scenery but blanketed shrubs, naked leafless trees, and a white expanse. Mikazuki looks overly joyful, however, whenever he gets to sit on the porch all day.
So one day, he decides to sit with him.
They're both dressed in kimonos of their own colors, donning the Toyotomi crest over their hearts. With their feet folded beneath them, Tenka pours Mikazuki a cup of rice tea and offers it to him. He was thankful that he had watched the servants' mannerisms and adopted their politeness to prepare him for this exact moment. How embarrassing it would be for him to show impudence to such an elegant and graceful man like Mikazuki Munechika? In fact, he should be honored.
"I don't remember winter being this cold, but that only means it's being playful this year." Mikazuki starts after he brings the cup to his lips and takes a short sip.
"Playful?" Tenka inquires, it's the first time anybody ever described winter as a playful thing. It was mostly malicious or ruthless or crude, but never playful.
Mikazuki nods, clouds escaping from his mouth as he savors the tea's taste. "Indeed, winter is just a playful season. It grows colder when it gets boring. Unfortunately, we can't play with winter when it's too cold so we stay indoors."
Tenka is silent, unprepared for that kind of answer. This male has such a weird outlook on things, he even once said during his first few days that kindness is strength. But really, where could you even go with kindness? He puts down the pot he's been holding for a while, hovering over his own cup as he waited to hear Mikazuki's explanation. However, the other male doesn't seem to notice his discomfort and takes another sip. Another cloud escapes from his mouth as he breathes out and gazes longingly at the garden.
"This is actually my first time seeing a winter scene, it's really brilliant," Mikazuki says, probably Tenka's lack of response prompted him to move onto another topic. "I've been locked away in Ashikaga's collection for so long, I almost forgot what the outside world had looked like. I am so thankful to the Lady Nene."
Mikazuki's voice was soft and vulnerable, the sudden variation of texture nearly caught Tenka off-guard. To think that only after a few days of living here, he was already confiding in him but understandably, he probably felt so alone being locked behind a glass cage for so long.
"It is, isn't it?" Tenka turned to the falling flakes and reaches his hand out to it. "My favorite is actually Spring because the roofs would match the color of the sky, and with my hair too." He chuckles softly, looking down and finally pouring his own cup of tea to hold in his palms. "Spring is also such a refreshing season, I'm sure you'll enjoy it too."
For some reason, whenever Mikazuki doesn't have anything to respond with, he will grunt in the most graceful manner. It's as if his body was functioned to make the most elegant, graceful and refined responses and actions ever. And for another strange reason, Tenka's chest would beat maniacally at such response. He feels like he failed to even earn a proper response. His eyes dart towards the furthest tree from their sight, forcing his head to turn as blood flows through his face. It's strange, how he has this automatic response whenever he thinks Mikazuki is doing something charming. This definitely must be a feeling of adoration towards the other, what else could it be?
For the first time in weeks, Tenka finally gathers the courage to sleep together with Mikazuki on the same futon. It's not strange for two partner swords to share such close intimacy but for Tenka, this is his first time to be sharing his covers with anyone. He doesn't even allow Honebami or Namazuo to wiggle in whenever they're having trouble sleeping.
That night, he falls asleep quicker with Mikazuki curled up in his arms. Perhaps it was the sound of the snow breeze hushing him, or the stifling and plummeting temperatures but he knows for sure, when Mikazuki buries his sensitive nose into his chest, he felt immense exhaustion - something he hasn't felt for such a long time.
Winds were starting to slice against the earth's skin, leaving trails of frost all over the Castle's gardens. Today, Mikazuki and Tenka are couped up in their room as they share stories from their past. Mikazuki's is rather gloomy and dark, mostly describing the loneliness of being a display sword and only to be wielded at the last possible second. However, Tenka's history is so rich and never-ending, Mikazuki rather enjoys hearing his glory stories than to talk about mundane things like the current fierce season or the on-going rumors of assassinating the Toyotomi clan. Just like Namazuo and Honebami, the two has built up enough trust to just cuddle in each other's arms as they snuggled beneath the blankets. It was just way too cold to not share body heat anyways.
As Tenka is rambling on about how this one guy refused to give up his sword that Hideyoshi was eyeing, Mikazuki's eyes rake over Tenka's features. First, on his plump lips, bouncing as he enunciates every word properly like a real educated man. Then, they trail down to the strands of hair that was draped over Tenka's neck. Long, silky and luscious sky-blue hair. Somehow, he looked like he was crafted to serve the clan residing in the Osaka Castle after all. With the way his hair matched the unwashed tiles of the roofs, it's almost like his purpose of existence was tied to this very castle. Then, they finally meet eyes. Tenka had golden eyes, clearly prized by his craftsman to be decorated with such pretty eyes. They glittered whenever they made eye contact, never failing to capture the male's attention. Mikazuki finally zooms out to admire his whole face, noticing the layer of confidence and pride the male wore. Clearly, any sword would be if under the ownership of famous warlord Hideyoshi but there was just a certain pinch of personality that drew Mikazuki closer to the male. Tenka pauses his story when Mikazuki puts his hands on his face, the male falling deeper and deeper under his innocent unknowing enchantment.
Mikazuki shuts his eyes, seeing with his fingerpads as his frozen fingers flutter over Tenka's face. The male is silent and stiff, awaiting a different response as he felt Tenka's face lucidly. Was he really sharing his time with a sword or an actual human being? For a second, Mikazuki fell lost in his thoughts but his eyes finally meet the discomfort in Tenka's eyes. He draws his hand back, his own eyes anywhere except Tenka's.
"Ah, sorry. I was just spacing out."
The distance between them is suddenly further than Mikazuki had thought. They were not even touched skin, but why did it feel like they were huddled right next up to each other?
"It's fine, are you feeling tired?" Tenka is understanding, responsible and caring. He shifts closer to the elder male without a prompt and pulls Mikazuki's head into his chest. When Mikazuki doesn't reply, Tenka looks down and finds the male already fast asleep. Impressed, Tenka closes his eyes as well and follows the male into slumber.
At first, they were tentative and awkward, like the first fall of snow.
But now, as the snow thickens, they too slowly descend like the sky's crystal diamonds.
Drifting into a warm and comfortable partnership.
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