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orendalogs2016-01-24 10:14 pm
yinyangfox) wrote in orendalogs2016-01-24 10:14 pm
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Destined to meet...
Who: Seimei and Kaoru
What: An Onmyoji seeking closure to a dream...
When: Modern era
Where: Earth
Warnings: TBA
He wasn't sure it was a dream or a nightmare. Hiromasa and Mitsumushi tried to console him, but as the weeks dragged on, Abe no Seimei grew ever more frustrated. He went through every scroll, every book, every painting. He spoke to spirits of the forest and mountain, traded favors with yokai, read the stars...Nothing answered the man's questions about red hair, loving smiles, a dream home, a river. There were demons and vampires and dragons.
Nothing made sense anymore.
The only person who had any advice was someone Seimei rarely listened to: Hiromasa.
"If there's something pulling your heart in a particular direction, you should follow it. You've always been so distant, Seimei. I think it's good that you've found a real passion of your own. Being divine protectors shouldn't be all our lives are about. I'm engaged now, too, so you should--"
Seimei tuned out after that, barely able to keep from rolling his eyes. He had no particular problem with Hiromasa's bride-to-be, he just didn't like hearing about it in relation to his own life. Hiromasa still didn't understand his particular inclinations. However his advice was sound. Seimei had never ignored his instincts before, so why start then? He just had to be patient.
He didn't realize he'd have to be centuries patient, but such was life.
He had to dye his hair black by that point, change his name dozens of times, give up his ancestral home. He wandered and waited. He would live forever, so what did it matter if the path to truly being complete was one he had to walk very slowly?
He just hoped the "prince" in his vague memories was as drawn to him as he was to them. So he took a position at the very home he used to occupy, sweeping his own floors and chanting his own chants, none of the other priests aware that in their very midst was the owner of the building they maintained. He was simply a very quiet and refined man, sleepy-eyed, fox-faced. Always watching the front gates, always a bit distracted but very diligent in his labors. Well-educated but miserable with popular culture, never one to join them in forays to the city. No, he was much too dedicated, some thought. even so, it was obvious he was waiting for something.
Abe no Seimei was waiting for the sunset.
What: An Onmyoji seeking closure to a dream...
When: Modern era
Where: Earth
Warnings: TBA
He wasn't sure it was a dream or a nightmare. Hiromasa and Mitsumushi tried to console him, but as the weeks dragged on, Abe no Seimei grew ever more frustrated. He went through every scroll, every book, every painting. He spoke to spirits of the forest and mountain, traded favors with yokai, read the stars...Nothing answered the man's questions about red hair, loving smiles, a dream home, a river. There were demons and vampires and dragons.
Nothing made sense anymore.
The only person who had any advice was someone Seimei rarely listened to: Hiromasa.
"If there's something pulling your heart in a particular direction, you should follow it. You've always been so distant, Seimei. I think it's good that you've found a real passion of your own. Being divine protectors shouldn't be all our lives are about. I'm engaged now, too, so you should--"
Seimei tuned out after that, barely able to keep from rolling his eyes. He had no particular problem with Hiromasa's bride-to-be, he just didn't like hearing about it in relation to his own life. Hiromasa still didn't understand his particular inclinations. However his advice was sound. Seimei had never ignored his instincts before, so why start then? He just had to be patient.
He didn't realize he'd have to be centuries patient, but such was life.
He had to dye his hair black by that point, change his name dozens of times, give up his ancestral home. He wandered and waited. He would live forever, so what did it matter if the path to truly being complete was one he had to walk very slowly?
He just hoped the "prince" in his vague memories was as drawn to him as he was to them. So he took a position at the very home he used to occupy, sweeping his own floors and chanting his own chants, none of the other priests aware that in their very midst was the owner of the building they maintained. He was simply a very quiet and refined man, sleepy-eyed, fox-faced. Always watching the front gates, always a bit distracted but very diligent in his labors. Well-educated but miserable with popular culture, never one to join them in forays to the city. No, he was much too dedicated, some thought. even so, it was obvious he was waiting for something.
Abe no Seimei was waiting for the sunset.
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"How is Hikaru?" he asked, figuring that was a safer route than asking about any of the others.
"Does he recall anything? What point in your times did the two of you even manage to find each other?" he mused, wondering if the differences in time meant one went to Bastion and another reality version of the twin went as well, meaning the tw wouldn't cross paths insofar as knowledge went. Had he and Kaoru escaped missing one another by some narrow margin? A miracle, even?
"How is everything, really? I could very likely drone on for decades about how my life went, but I imagine I did very little in a very long span of time compared to how much you young humans seem to cram into a single year, let alone life."
Nearly all of my Kaoru icons are comedy/derpface icons.
And his hints had hardly been light, his talk of "Weird Dreams" yet with rather specific memories. When Hikaru had laughed and shrugged him off, Kaoru knew he hadn't meant to be dismissive - if he didn't know the "dreams" were real, he could only make light as though they were the dreams Kaoru said they were.
"I wanted to be angry. I still do, a little. But it isn't his fault."
Burying his head, nuzzling into Seimei's shoulder. The robes weren't the rich fabrics the man usually wore, but they might as well have been the finest of silks, so happy Kaoru was to settle against him. Breathe in the gently clinging scent of incense.
"I woke up at home yesterday morning and I was too shell-shocked to do much more than follow along. I couldn't tell you what it was I was meant to have studied at school but I was there so I saw... everything. Everyone. Everyone safe and happy, like nothing had ever happened.
Does that mean that it worked...?"
All my Icons of Seimei are linefaces and smug faces. >_>
It would have killed him, in time. No Kitsune soul could bear the weight of that sorrow forever, but it would have been worth it just for a little while near the boy he loved more than anything. More than his magic, more than his heritage.
"It worked, at least in part. I can honestly say in nearly one thousand years I've never seen any evidence to the contrary."
Kaoru loves Seimei's smugface.
Softly as he tilted Seimei's head back to face him properly, placing a kiss there that was surprisingly chaste, simply happy to be near. The alternative - each searching for the other and never meeting or worse, finding the other only not to be recognised - was simply too sad. Had he known what Seimei would have intended, Kaoru's heart would break for him.
But he nuzzled closer for another moment, before pulling away with a gentle laugh.
"...all your talents, my love, and you still can't make water boil faster?"
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The water bubbled instantly and he gave the boy another look as though weary of parlor tricks before he set everything aside and completed the tea, carrying the set into the open space of the apartment and settled slowly on the floor. A short table served to hold the tray and it's contents and as Seimei settled, he looked up at his sunset prince at last, genuine awe in his dark eyes. How he had survived he couldn't say, but the reward was well worth it, indeed.
"Would you like to join me?" he asked, gently formal as he situated his robes and sleeves, almost the man Kaoru knew. They would never be able to dress him in his preferred clothing in public without extraordinary circumstances, but it was close enough in the moment. He could definitely do with higher quality fabrics at least.
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Following him through, watching Seimei settle on the mats and suddenly it felt like they were back, only they weren't back, really, yet he could only grin stupidly at the man from the doorway, like some lovestruck idiot until he was called and he could gather himself, moving closer to settle beside Seimei.
"You do understand..." one hand, lightly shaking, reaching out to settle over his love's, who he was sure understood, probably more intimately than Kaoru did, "...that this is the start of everything."
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"I never claimed to be a good man. I was never precisely a hero, and I am the sum of my nature. This is absolutely the beginning, but I have no intention of there being any end to this story. I intend to have every single one of those long and dismal years paid for in full. There will be no mortal cramming of centuries into a handful of decades. You will never be gone from my life again. Not for more than the span of time it takes to travel or the days I am forced to endure while you entertain friends and family from which I may be kept secret or you pursue your education as humans do. That is my oath," the kitsune stated with a gravitas born of a life far too long in the living.
He meant every word. He had watched countless friends grow old and die over the centuries while he waited, realizing with far too much clarity that for all his waiting, he would have Kaoru for too short a time. It simply wouldn't do. Something would have to change, but they had time. Time for Kaoru to understand, to grow, to age finely like the magnificent creature he was and time for Seimei to figure out what to do.
Time made villains of all men. Seimei was always a bit selfish and the centuries alone hadn't improved that quality, but at least it was a bitterness tempered by love. Overwhelming, possibly, but honest.