#floradorned

When Waka entered the castle, dressed in the very same attire that he wore to the gala, he was given what appeared to be a mask by one of the pixies. He wasn’t quite sure what the point of it was, or if there was a hidden trick to it, so he tucked it away and settled for leaning against a nearby pillar.

He kept his eyes trained on the nearby door, for he was expecting to see his friend at any moment. When Haruki arrived, Waka would make to find them a quiet spot to converse, and perhaps even dance if the mood so struck them. The last time he had done so was with Amaterasu in her wolf skin, and while she was graceful, it was still awkward than when she would assume her human skin on the Plain. Hopefully dancing with Haruki wouldn’t be as awkward, seeing as how the other was human like, much like Waka himself.

As Haruki entered through the doors, he pushed all thoughts of dancing to the back of his mind, instead flashing him a genuine smile.

Townhouse 233 was saved for later, if they didn’t mess up too badly with the others. 232 either decided to be empty or not answer (a relief as much as a disappointment). 231 was next, and before they could reach this door to knock, someone stepped out for whatever his reasons might be.

Kyrie stopped where they stood, neither saying anything nor making any sort of gesture. He was an otherworldly beauty, for one, but gave off a certain feeling as well. He felt like something like them, but not quite — unless Kyrie was just having their reason impaired by that standout appearance.

“Hi...” What a pathetic attempt. Weren’t there things they’d rehearsed for these visits?! They started over at a more reasonable volume, raising a hand to wave. “Hi! I’m one of your new neighbors!” They glanced around afterward, finding no one in earshot. 

“Ignore this if it’s a stupid question, but are you... a spirit?”  They were of course referring to a “spirit” in a situation like their own, still leaving them off the mark.

“━━Did my flames alarm you?”   He straightens himself and questions the stranger.  In his hands are twin balls of fire, spitting ardently.  They are not the same ones he’s accustomed to conjuring, ethereal and full of stellar energy, but it’s fire nonetheless, and that tends to alarm others ... he thinks. 

Altair gestures towards a block of diamond encasing a house’s extremities, one that has been heated repeatedly.  Behind it is a small child pressing their face to the window with a terrified expression.  But that does not register, nor do the small burst of flames licking the ground beneath him.

“If you are concerned, do not be.  I am keeping this child warm.”

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Waka was currently next to the stage, his back leaning against one of the posts as he kept an eye on the crowds around him. He had sent an invite to Haruki earlier, asking him if he would not only join Waka at the festival, but also perform alongside him on stage. Haruki had agreed, so now all Waka had to do was wait.

After a few more minutes passed, he spotted the familiar spirit approach, and a bright and oddly warm smile crossed his lips.

When Waka arrived at the gala, he took note of the different forms of formal wear. Many were dressed in what he had come to learn was a Western style, along with various other styles that he wasn’t familiar with. He also saw a few from his world, though they had to have been from different time periods.

As for Waka himself, he took inspiration from Sugawara, who was an aristocrat that dressed as a member of the nobility in Sei-an. From what he could remember, Sugawara was very much a noble and politician back on the moon, and he had carried that over to the mortal realm. Only the nobles and those of the aristocracy, including the royal family dressed in any sort of formal attire, which made Sugawara’s outfit perfect for the occasion.

Unlike Sugawara, Waka managed to add more pinks and purples, not unlike his usual outfit, but he kept the pieces of clothing the same.

He hid a smile as he felt multiple pairs of eyes on him. Such manner of dress seemed to be uncommon despite having seen a few similar outfits, and while Waka was no noble, he was pleased to know that he could wear such clothing like the rest of them. (He had worked under the Yamatai clan for over 200 years; he was allowed to be fancy once in a while.)

He cast a glance over to the instruments, noting with some sadness that they were all spoken for. Instead he looked around, spotting an open balcony, along with a friend sitting quietly on said balcony.

Wishing you better health! Dropped for you!

sentence starters:  maybe interactive quotes because i’m obsessed, part 7. : No Longer Accepting!

He wanted to believe those words; he truly did. Years of experience and loss, along with guilt had hardened his heart. Instead of warmly receiving those words, he eyed them with suspicion. Haruki still didn't know of his past, of the many lives that were lost due to his decisions. He didn't know of the loss of his one dearest friend, the result of a prophecy coming to fruition due to being in her presence instead of remaining in the Lunar Realm.

If Haruki knew...if he knew everything, would he still speak those words? If he knew, and if he did, would Waka's heart receive them?

If, despite everything, those words were true, would Waka be able to be happy? Would he allow himself something good and positive in his life of misery and solitude?