#cessatiion

                    ❝ weston? hey, weston, i have news!! ❞

          it’s not common for leon to randomly burst into weston’s home           without knocking, especially not to start yelling like this. he doesn’t           mean to, he’s a little too excited and he ran all the way here and           he’s just so excited! it’s very out of character for leon, and you could           easily assume someone was DYING but the huge smile on his face           would quickly put that assumption to rest.

          it takes him a second to find weston (he runs into him -- quite literally)           but when he does, he beams brighter than he already was. rare are           the times where leon’s been happier than this, so it’s quite a sight.

                    ❝ HI!! so, i proposed to beau. and --- and he said YES, dad!! ❞

       In the steam of the small bathhouse, the fresh wound stung —perhaps what he deserved for challenging the ageing captain to a match— but the noble’s face showed little hint of pain as he settled himself on a wooden stool to wash away sweat and lingering traces of blood on his skin. He could not yet best his grandfather, although it had been a close thing with both combatants leaving the ring having shed blood.

       Still, neither had been seriously hurt and, despite running for some distance from the base of his arm to end just below his ribcage, Byakuya’s injury was shallow. He hadn’t concerned himself with an unnecessary visit to the healers.

       No doubt it would heal in time if Byakuya took care and he drew in a soft, hissed breath as he passed the dampened washcloth over it. It would need seeing to once he was clean, but a soak in the ofuro would have to be foregone if he didn’t want to reopen the slice. A pity since his sore muscles could have done with it. At least with the remainder of the afternoon to himself, he could relax with little worry and with his wife.

       Relax with his wife. Now that was quite the rare thing for the lieutenant, and it was with that pleasant thought that he finished washing away the remnants of his lost bout and a day spent in a stifling office.

       Padding quietly back along the manor’s veranda to the wing that held their rooms, he ran a hand through loose, damp hair to keep it from his face in a gentle breeze that slipped through the open buildings. Even in a light yukata, it was still warm but in a few hours the dipping sun would be gone to bring an undoubtedly more pleasant cool evening.