a slice of paradise
Weaponsmaster
06-03-2022, 09:53 AM
Usagi hadn’t really thought about whether or not he was homesick since he arrived in Boreas. The term homesickness didn’t have such a grip on him, anyways - he had many taste of home just from being with his brother, Hattori, the other koi as well as the labyrinth of bamboo. They all gave him some semblance of home away from his birth home, from the place he had grown up in and cherished. Still, this place was not Iga. The tastes he received of the land he and his brother left were fleeting. No matter how many ways one could arrange it, speak their tongue, and continue their customs, it wasn’t the same. It never could be the same. Sometimes, the dreams he had at night were of true home - the thin, sprightly green trees that dotted their lands like young sprouts. The ponds of spotted, majestic koi of various flecks of scarlet, black, and ivory. The cheery blossoms that bloomed in spring, petals dancing in sweet, mild winds, carrying the most wondrous of floral scents. And every morning, it disappeared. Home away from home, but it wasn’t quite that. Usagi was last in their line of sorts - Hattori first, then his brother, then he. Upon first glance at the opening of the strange entrance, Usagi narrowed his mossy gaze in suspicion. He felt confident in knowing the bamboo maze left, right, up, down, and all over - and even then some. He recognized virtually every entrance point, and every exit. This place just didn’t seem to fit. It came out of nowhere, in that regard. The sweet scents of wisteria washed over him as the three koi slipped through, his flopped ear perked as they meerged into what appeared to be a dimension remarkably like..true home. Even the emotionless, apathetic, bitter man had to stop and let his surprise overcome him. His eyes widened every so slightly at the run down, yet still beautiful place that he believed now only remained in dreams. Not even the flickering of felines stalking and slipping through the thick brush and dilapidated remains could shake him from this reality. It was home. Every bit of it. Like Kuroo, Usagi’s faze lingered upon the grace of the koi fish, their elegant dancing splendor within the pond ever so peaceful. ”Speech” ’Thought’ |
wishing there was something left to lose
this could be the day i die for you—