fragrant in the morning sun
@kaidankai:
Summer sakura.
It sounds like a contradiction, but the paradox of pink around him begs to differ. He sits under a tree and watches the petals fall endlessly from the eternally blooming cherry blossoms. The sun is warm on his cheek, the breeze soft against his skin.
There are better ways to describe them, but he’s not Kasen Kanesada and never learned how. Pretty sounds good enough.
Others are admiring the sakura too, but none of them are wearing jackets or gloves. He scans the crowd and only finds one more that’s different, her soft blues and whites a murmur in the quiet morning. He watches her for a minute, sees the flowers drifting around her like stars, traces the path of one solitary blossom as it comes to rest on her shoulder and stops.
‘There’s a...’
Yagen halts mid-sentence, because he doesn’t know who she is.
They don’t fit at all, but well.
There they are.
