Even the wrong words seem to rhyme [RP entry- closed]

[wishgazer]

Characters: "Kamui" and Leon
Location: Fuuma's sanctuary in Radiant Garden
Summary: This wont be an easy conversation, oh no.

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[austering]

[In retrospect it seemed like a rather... stupid argument to have for so long, if it had ever been that in the first place. He'd thought about it, after what felt like an age. Very carefully. And maybe he'd said some things he didn't mean to-- or at least out of utter defensiveness. Granted, maybe stewed about it was a better way of saying it.

And the whole time spent trying to plow through everything he'd told himself he was going to do, the nagging feeling wouldn't leave him alone. Wouldn't stop eating away at him

[wishgazer]

[Hands don't stop working, fingers digging into the soil, underneath the smooth, square stone, before flipping it upward, effectively dislodging the thing from the ground and letting it hit the rest of the cobblestones with a loud and very satisfying "CLACK".

But "Kamui" knows someone is here, and he knows exactly who it is. He heard him before he saw him, and smelled him before he heard him, the atmosphere being breezy today. But he only acknowledges his "visitor" with a look of disdain over his shoulder before turning back to his work. He knows Leon wont dare come into his territory (or will he really dare, just to show him he's not god?), but that doesn't keep him from being angry for coming here.

His garden is for his eyes only after all-- which is why he keeps it a secret from everyone else, this little patch of heaven beside the castle. Just like the way Leon needed time alone in his waterways in Traverse Town, "Kamui" needs his one little spot to be sacred.

Leon's presence isn't helping at all.]

[austering]

[That didn't stop him from knowing where it was. Leon didn't share the knowledge. Didn't step too far. He lingered where the cobblestone was still whole, treading only so far. Half out of the instinct to leave "Kamui" to his 'fit'. To his sour mood. Let him sit there with it, if he was going to be immature. Would have been hypocritical of him. And as casually as possibly?

He leaned against the rise of a wall with arms folded tightly to his own chest, jaw working for a moment at the harsh look. Trepidation mixed with his own lingering contempt (objectify me, fine, see if I care-- except that was a lie, too). So he swallows it and instead tries to find the right way to try and put what he wanted to in words

[wishgazer]

[It has an effect on "Kamui" all right-- the message has been received. And more. "Kamui" being "Kamui", he knows what Leon's intentions are, because of his wants, those things that are as clear as day to him.

He wants to talk.

"Kamui" doesn't. That's one thing Leon has right. And it starts up a beat at the back of his head, feeling all of these... things. From him. Like wandering through a huge crowd of people, except it's all from just one person. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, willing away the beginnings of a headache.]

Fine. Come in.

[It's better to let him in than to allow people to spot Leon and in turn himself and his half-made sanctuary, and then spread the word about someone making a small garden.

"Kamui" washes his hands off in the water, and dries them off on his trousers. No need to have the dirt all over his hands as he talks.]