CLOSED ❀❧ 『it's a shame how we play but love is not a game and it works when it hurts』
Who: itsnotzura & themothdies.
What: Old war buddies coming face to face.
When: Today.
Where: The halls that lead to the Yorozuya.
Warnings: Will be added as necessary!
[he must have been seeking him for at least a week by now, but Takasugi's always been that ghost of regret lingering around those inner concaves; as such, he's stayed perfectly elusive, leaving the samurai to buzz and burn in his own little conflicted world]
[he's always been able to see when his childhood friend was deeply troubled, as if that bleeding heart would literally stain the wide sleeve of his robes]
[and although he's not certain of why Katsura's going to the space-anchoring of the Yorozuya (has he finally broken down ready to confess to Gintoki? is he simply seeking its -- his -- refuge?), he's lingering beyond a corner wreathed in tobacco as he passes by, voice cutting through the smoke;]
You got my message, I presume.
[chess pieces don't fall nearly as cleanly as dominoes, but the sound is very much the same on a hard tile]
Have you brought the rains with you, Zura?
What: Old war buddies coming face to face.
When: Today.
Where: The halls that lead to the Yorozuya.
Warnings: Will be added as necessary!
[he must have been seeking him for at least a week by now, but Takasugi's always been that ghost of regret lingering around those inner concaves; as such, he's stayed perfectly elusive, leaving the samurai to buzz and burn in his own little conflicted world]
[he's always been able to see when his childhood friend was deeply troubled, as if that bleeding heart would literally stain the wide sleeve of his robes]
[and although he's not certain of why Katsura's going to the space-anchoring of the Yorozuya (has he finally broken down ready to confess to Gintoki? is he simply seeking its -- his -- refuge?), he's lingering beyond a corner wreathed in tobacco as he passes by, voice cutting through the smoke;]
You got my message, I presume.
[chess pieces don't fall nearly as cleanly as dominoes, but the sound is very much the same on a hard tile]
Have you brought the rains with you, Zura?