#flcwingliketime

(Feat. @multaxmuses / @valliteprincess , @flcwingliketime, and @fatalimusae.

“If I heard correctly, a whole group of people are planning to go as a whole brigade of pirates… You’ll stand out more, at least! … I’m not dressing up, though, Leo.” She sees those tags.

‘I’m not dressing up, though, Leo.’

“Er, excuse me?“

Did he hear that right? That she wouldn’t be dressing up? Dusk Dragon, forgive him for being pushy. But if he had to dress up - so did she.

…You and Megan can have fun, sister. I have things I really ought to catch up on.

She’ll just loop an arm around the little brother.

As worried as he is about the treaty… Hisame can’t...

“…I’m fine, Hisame. I just didn’t get very much sleep last night. If you don’t have plans after you’re finished training… Why don’t you come take a nap with me? Just like when you were little? I bet I’d have a much easier time resting if you were here with me, darling.”

“Mother how- how did you  know..?” She seemed to once again surprise him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. But then again, he was more of an open book than he'd care to ever admit.

(Feat. @flcwingliketime

“ S-Something bad?... Oh.. ”  It has to be really bad if it has Araceli being more freaked out than normal.

Oh... oh.. Upon hearing the aunt part, Sakura’s eyes widen a bit with surprise.

He needs to write something... a good writer always writes down their thoughts and ideas.. and Hisame longs to write great stories such as  those written by Masaoka Shiki and Kōda Rohan. However, he stares at the blank canvas, the words holding up in hsi hand until he knows how to form them into a picture.

A pinting with words and black ink.

Eventually, a thought is formed and he begins to write slow,picking up a steady pace as it becomes more clear for him...

It all started on the twenty-seventh day of Fall. Leaves have begun to change already, the maple trees in full bloom, orange and yellow and brown. The scent of an oncoming winter fills my nostrils,and remind me of what it had been like nineteen years ago.. To first smell winter on the horizon, and to see color for the first time. I hardly remember much... but I remember my first.

The first time Mother talked to me, voice as gentle as the blanket she swaddled me in,my father next to her with a voice just as soft. There was a strange burst of fie in my heart.. I now know, was love for them. These two perfect people who brought me into this beautiful world.

I remember my first steps, how flustered I was when I could not join my father’s side and had to be carried around as if I were a delicate pot. Eventually I learned with enough practice, and the smile upon my father’s face was like nothing I had seen before. Yes, I remember many of my first moments of life, however, not all of them are as happy nor rewarding.

I remember the first time my parents left, the agonizing pain that came with knowing I might not ever see them again- the constant heart ache when they came and left and came and left again and again. I began to feel as though, at one point, they had forgotten about me in the deep realms. Thus I took a quill to paper and wrote my feelings down...it became much easier.

Despite my pain, I believe every first memory has had a purpose in bringing me where I am today. Without pain there can not be understanding, and without love there cannot be peace. Now, for the first time, I am able to stand proud by my Father’s side,and look at my Mother as if she is the only angel the Dawn Dragon has granted upon this lonely Earth. For the first time.. I have made friends, and for the first time, I discovered what love truly is.

So, for this I write, goes to my dear parents, a memoir of their eldest son whom can not find the words to speak to explain how grateful he is to have been born. With all my heart, I love them with a fire of a thousand suns, and though our ways may part one day.. perhaps even soon, or that I may not join them in the battlefield.. Mother and Father will always be my most precious gifts that nothing and no one can replace.

I remember, my first.

Hisame sighed, finally putting down his quill,and removing the sheet from the book. He could hide this, pretend it was never written and hide his feelings... but the more he thought about it, the more he thought; ‘This is not just my day... it is the celebration of my parents becoming a mother and father.’ and so,carefully slipping shoes on, and making his way through the castle, the boy comes to his parents’ quarters, knocking lightly on the door.

“Hisame?” His mother’s voice rings out curiously as he opens the door, his father looking surprised to see him up and about so late. Before they can question himself, he smiles lightly, shuffling over and handing them the piece of paper, now folded in half.

“I.. I wrote this for you, Father. Mother. Please, accept it as a token of gratitude for being my parents and being as kind to meas you have..” He’d wait to see them read it, already, anew line beginning in his mind..