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Who: Ayame & Shuichi Minamino
What: Shuichi finds Ayame
When: Night time
Where: Park, near the more wooded area
Rating: Pg - Pg-13
Ayame was in trouble. The god never called upon her presence. Well...she did, but hardly ever. The god never paid much mind to her as long as she kept making her clothes and kept her nose out of trouble. She had not asked to be female, she had not asked to get pregnant, she had not asked for her child to walk to shigure, thinking he was the father. She had not asked to be told by two men that they loved her, and one saying she was special, all to be left alone. She had not asked for the betrayal and pain she had been handed over and over and over again here in this new world. She had not wanted to see the sad face of her brother, or the beaten and scared look of her son. She was scared, and terrified.
Her son was beautiful. Long hair past his shoulders, golden orbs. His small calm look, not too happy, but not sad either. His general innosence and kind and giving nature.
Ayame say against a tree as her son looked at the clovers, determined to find her one for good luck. His lip was busted open, and he had some large bruises on the side of his small soft skinned face. Ayame herself, had scratch marks against her soft porcline skin. Along with a bruise on the side with the scratched and a small area on her kimono that showed a wound was bleeding under it. Under the cloth, a gash around two inches deep and an inch wide lay into her shoulder.
What: Shuichi finds Ayame
When: Night time
Where: Park, near the more wooded area
Rating: Pg - Pg-13
Ayame was in trouble. The god never called upon her presence. Well...she did, but hardly ever. The god never paid much mind to her as long as she kept making her clothes and kept her nose out of trouble. She had not asked to be female, she had not asked to get pregnant, she had not asked for her child to walk to shigure, thinking he was the father. She had not asked to be told by two men that they loved her, and one saying she was special, all to be left alone. She had not asked for the betrayal and pain she had been handed over and over and over again here in this new world. She had not wanted to see the sad face of her brother, or the beaten and scared look of her son. She was scared, and terrified.
Her son was beautiful. Long hair past his shoulders, golden orbs. His small calm look, not too happy, but not sad either. His general innosence and kind and giving nature.
Ayame say against a tree as her son looked at the clovers, determined to find her one for good luck. His lip was busted open, and he had some large bruises on the side of his small soft skinned face. Ayame herself, had scratch marks against her soft porcline skin. Along with a bruise on the side with the scratched and a small area on her kimono that showed a wound was bleeding under it. Under the cloth, a gash around two inches deep and an inch wide lay into her shoulder.