The clamor of bustling streets in the somber caress of an ordinary winter day. The sun shining down, never encroaching on the cold with its warmth. Kazanari Ichika sits on a bench awaiting his boyfriend's arrival with bated breath. He showed up far too early and he knew that, but Ichika was not a very patient boy, you see. Fidgeting in his seat and tapping away on pavement in anticipation, yearning to spend time with his Kiseki in a less stressful scenario. They've been through it these past few months, separated and suffering alone, addled with guilt and emotions far too dark for innocent children. And yet that was their life - the way things were. A constant struggle to avoid an abyss that was unperceivable and always lurking in the peripheral - glimpses caught in reflections, with the ever present feeling that Something was off.
Maybe the winter chill was getting to him a bit. It would explain the shaking. The tremble of his lips as he burrows, flushed face into his scarf for sanctuary. He was dressed in warmer layers than he usually was. Thick jacket and sweater wrap and compress around his frame and a layer of tights underneath his usual short. He reaches up to fiddle with the floppy appendage hanging from his doggy cap, the one they had picked together on a previous date. The last time they spoke was... emotional and his jitters were born of a worry that his actions might cause more unintended pain. Maybe a change of scenery and less stifling atmosphere would allow the two to really reconnect again. Talk about serious topics without breaking down and still be able to enjoy each other's company. That was Kazanari Ichika's hope.
He's lost in his thoughts as the air shifts, peeking up into lustrous beauty that causes his heart to skip a beat, sputter out, then rev back up like the fiery engine it was. Winter's grasp surrenders. He sprouts right up, blooming at the premature arrival of spring's light - skipping right over to a summer in blue, He's speechless, pawing for the warmth of him, embers popping from shaky fingertips on contact, muttering with a flutter, the softest little; "Hi."
Maybe the winter chill was getting to him a bit. It would explain the shaking. The tremble of his lips as he burrows, flushed face into his scarf for sanctuary. He was dressed in warmer layers than he usually was. Thick jacket and sweater wrap and compress around his frame and a layer of tights underneath his usual short. He reaches up to fiddle with the floppy appendage hanging from his doggy cap, the one they had picked together on a previous date. The last time they spoke was... emotional and his jitters were born of a worry that his actions might cause more unintended pain. Maybe a change of scenery and less stifling atmosphere would allow the two to really reconnect again. Talk about serious topics without breaking down and still be able to enjoy each other's company. That was Kazanari Ichika's hope.
He's lost in his thoughts as the air shifts, peeking up into lustrous beauty that causes his heart to skip a beat, sputter out, then rev back up like the fiery engine it was. Winter's grasp surrenders. He sprouts right up, blooming at the premature arrival of spring's light - skipping right over to a summer in blue, He's speechless, pawing for the warmth of him, embers popping from shaky fingertips on contact, muttering with a flutter, the softest little; "Hi."