table

[meruhen]

The space between dream and reality. (Atobe/Fuji)

My dear lady disdain. (Fuji/Yumiko)

Our distance and that person. (Yanagi/Kirihara)

I know how furiously your heart is beating. (Tezuka Kunimitsu)

Have I no control, is my soul not mine? (Niou Masaharu)

Arrangement in black and gold. (Sanada/Kirihara)

an inch of nothing for your soul. (Tezuka/Ryoma)

Comments

--01; sanada/kirihara; golden racket

[vacivity]

Sanada/Kirihara, arrangement in black and gold. Sanada makes a card.Sanada studied the calligraphy in front of him, stark black writing against the card; not white, but ivory, softer and more gentle than the blinding whites of most paper. It still didn't fit, though: the black was too imposing, too demanding, against the pale ivory color