A memory; A past life

What is an onmyoji really? It’s him. He reads the stars, tells fortunes and exorcises demons; amongst other things.

Willing to help anyone and everyone. Spirits, demons, humans, etc. 

Has amnesia due to a ritual which caused his soul to split into two separate entities! ...Of course, he doesn’t remember this. 

Clever, graceful, and beautiful!

Even a few Shikigami (Spirits) can’t help but admit that he’s a beautiful man.

Will get into conflict if it means protecting those that can’t protect themselves.

“An out right rejection? My, whoever you’re looking forward to must be a lucky person.~” it was to be expected, not that it matters on his part, mostly enjoying which reaction he would be given. But the other seemed to nonchalant, so he’ll leave it as it is. Even if he was curious of this other they’re so keen on.

“Hmm, never experienced love before.” Even by his own parents, never knew what love really was, “how is it? This love everyone speaks of??”

"Love can come in many forms. Steady like a stone, or ever changing like the water in the sea.“ This was Seimei’s clever way of disguising the fact that he didn’t remember loving anyone. Of course, he cared about his friends; his fellow onmyoji, and the shikigami. But could he call that love? 

He couldn’t recall any memories from more than a year ago. It was possible that he had formed deep bonds such as that...but.... for him to assume such a thing without being able to recall any memories of it would be presumptuous of him.

This stranger had unknowingly given Seimei much to think about. 

The angel tries to control his anxiety. It wouldn’t be good at all to panic in front of someone he just met. He wishes he could wrap his wings around himself, but that would end up in a completely different, awkward conversation. “Oh yes! I’m actually an angel and yes, I have wings! Pleasure to meet your acquaintance!”  Instead, he releases a short exhale and smiles.

❝…Oh? I suppose, um, that explains the rather awkward encounter I had with the person who ferried me here. Thank you for helping me. I apologize if I’m wasting your time… I can see you’re busy. But, I can appreciate the help regardless!❞ 

He wiggles a bit in his seat.  ❝My name is Aziraphale, by the way. It’s only proper that you know who you’re speaking to, right? I’m an angel and I confess I’m rather unnerved!❞

Wait. Did he really JUST say that? He stops suddenly, a flush spreading across his human corporation’s face.  ❝O-Oh dear! Did I really - Oh no -You weren’t - Oh goodness! Oh dear Lord, please don’t tell anyone! I’m scared to find out what anyone in this city would do to me if they found out I was an angel!❞

As to prove his point, his wings suddenly sprang forth, pure as the fresh snow. Oh, HOW embarrassing. He buries his face in his hands. Gabriel would be having a field day if he were here.

As Aziraphale rambled on; sputtering and tittering nervously, Seimei continued to clean his paintbrushes calmly. “You’re not bothering me at all.” He set down a paintbrush, only to pick up another. His gaze flickered between Aziraphale and his work. He could multitask just fine. Even after the angel accidently confessed to his true nature, Seimei went ahead and began to prepare some new paint.

Though, he did stop momentarily to get a look at those wings. “A messenger of heaven, hm. That is certainly odd.” He put his brush back to paper; a long stroke of watery green to create a flower stem. “Your secret is safe with me.” Seimei couldn’t say that he’d ever met a messenger of heaven before; it was usually the denizens of the underworld that he had the fortune of dealing with.

 “…Tsk, I’ll get nostalgic and old like the damn white dragon. Tell me more of your world, please. I need a distraction.”

“Ah...I see. How interesting!” Seimei blinked a few times, a bit surprised, but still entertained by the thought of samurai running around while shooting energy beams from their swords. However, his funny little thought was suddenly expelled at the mention of his own name. Another him? Another Seimei? 

He chose not to comment on that, for now.

“...My world is quite the opposite. Yokai and other spirits come out every night to mingle with humans. Occasionally they’ll cause problems, but that’s why onmyoji like myself exist.“

🍁 play with my muse’s hair + 💌 pillow my muse’s head in your lap  || * nonverbal starters

‘Perhaps your right...maybe I just need to rest for a moment..’

Seimei uttered these words, and before he knew it he’d found himself resting his head in Ichimokuren’s lap. His long white hair no longer bound by hat or tie, it was free to cascade down his shoulders and subsequently the Wind God’s fingers. Like strands of silk, Seimei’s hair was soft to the touch; almost unnaturally so. 

He placed his hands onto his stomach and folded them together as Ren continued to run his fingers through his snow white hair.  This was something that Seimei didn’t realize he needed until this very moment. To be in the quiet and the calm...with someone that he trusted.