#florashis

"Hmmn, a story about our parents?", there was a pause and a bit of tension from the sudden question, "Let me think...Oh! I think I have one you'll love."

     things  have  been  discouraging    ,   for  lack  of  a  better  word   ,   &   something  in  her  felt  the  need  to  prod  at  past  memories .    in  response  to  her  question   ,   she  feels  the  eldest  hesitate  in  remembering  the  past    /    shinobu  knows  that  it's  more  than  hard  to  reminisce  on  these  things   ,   but  the  curiosity  of  a  young  mind  has  gotten  the  better  of  her .    faint  creaks  radiate  from  the  bed  frame  as  the  girl  shifts  her  weight  to  her  elbows .    she  leans  towards  kanae   ,   hands  placed  at  either  side  of  her  cheeks   &   head  tilted  up  to  listen  attentively  to  her  sister's  words .    

     "    oh  !   i  think  i  have  one  you'll  love .    "    kanae's  sweet  voice  lifts  with  each  syllable   ,   following  the  way  her  hands  lightly  clap  together .    she  begins  as  if  it  were  something  out  of  a  story  book   (   on  a  sunny  spring  day   ...   )   &   with  each  word  she  lovingly  crafts  the  memory  into  existence .    in  her  trademark  cheerfulness   ,   she  begins  to  bounce  from  tangent  to  tangent .    she  describes  how  once  they  visited  the  apple  orchards  with  little  shinobu  on  her  hip  the  whole  time   ,   clinging  to  her  sister's  robes   &   looking  at  the  huge  trees  in  awe .  

     "    ...   &   when  you  took  a  bite  out  of  that  apple  i  gave  you   ,   your  face  scrunched  up  like  it  was  a  lemon  !    i  guess  i  gave  you  a  sour  one .    "    kanae  adds   ,   a  giggle  trailing  behind .

     shinobu  finds  herself  forcing  a  smile .    in  stark  contrast  to  the  way  her  sister's  heart  seems  to  be  soaring  as  she  recalls  how  things  used  to  be   ,   she  feels  her  heart  sinking  as  she  realizes  how  little  she  herself  remembers .    although  the  way  kanae  describes  each  moment  paints  vivid  pictures  in  her  mind   ,   there  is  hardly  a  sense  of  nostalgia .    in  fact   ,    she  finds  herself  missing  in  every  scene .

     kanae  recalls  how  their  mother  would  bring  her  youngest  daughter  sweet  glazed  bread  from  the  nearby  village .    shinobu  does  not  remember  this .

     she  also  speaks  of  how  she  would  hold  shinobu   ,   small   &   soft   ,   against  her  chest  as  the  two  would  stargaze  on  summer  nights .    she  does  remember  this .

     after  a  brief  pause   ,   kanae  perks  up .    "    you  know  all  those  teas  you  like  to  make   ,   right  ?    "    shinobu  nods .    

     "   &   you  know  my  favorite  one  ?   "   another  nod .    "    i  know  this  sounds  weird   ,   but  that  one  reminds  me  a  lot  of  home .    if  home  had  a  smell  then  that  would  be  it   ,   i  think  !    when  i  smell  it  brewing  i  just  think  back  to  our  parents .    "

     shinobu's  eyes  shift  to  the  sheet  she  had  balled  in  her  fists .    she  recognizes  the  tea  in  question .    one  of  her  simplest  blends   ;   chamomile  with  hints  of  lemon  balm .    what  she  does  not  recognize  is  the  scent  of  home .    as  kanae  rattles  on  about  other  things   ,   carried  away  as  she  always  is   ,   she  finds  herself  wracking  her  mind  for  what  smells  like  home  to  her .

     each  time  she  uproots  another  memory    /    another  scent  wafting  beneath  her  nose  over   &   over    /    she  can  smell  nothing  but  the  light   ,   clean  aroma  of  kanae's  favorite  flower .    she  can  only  think  of  how  her  sister  always  smells  of  nature .    how  she  always  smells  of  morning  dew   ,   of  freshly  picked  flowers   ,   of  fresh  spring  air .    she  comes  to  realize  that  home  was  never  quite  attached  to  the  memory  of  her  parents  as  she  always  thought  it  was .

     it  was  attached  to  the  memory  of  her  sister .    it  always  has  been   ,   &   it  always  will  be .

     as  the  story  -  telling  session  dies  down   ,   shinobu  strains  to  put  a  smile  on  her  face .    she  tells  kanae  that  she's  thankful  for  everything  she  said   &   everything  she's  done .   her  small  feet  plant  themselves  on  wooden  floors   &   she  makes  her  way  out  of  the  room .    she  brings  her  internal  conflict   ,   her  newfound  sense  of  home  with  her  as  she  lies  in  bed .

You’re allowed to eat whatever you want don’t let your mother tell you that you can’t !!

     @florashis​ said:  ‘ Talk about Kanae & Shinobu ! ‘ | talk about - meme ( accepting!! )

     those names made his doubtful heart get overwhelmed with joy, the relationship between the two of them was something he truly admired, it made tears almost instantly roll down his eyes.  ❛ kanae’s voice show me no malice, nor bad intentions -- she’s genuinely kind, born with this gift. a true flower. ❜ a soft, gentle grin was tugged at his lips as he spoke.  ❛ shinobu is no different, kanae’s had such a strong influence on her, you could say that they are practically alike... but shinobu has learned kindness, i’ve seen part of her construction... and through this process, she managed to grow, both on the inside and outside, and this is just as valuable. i accept and respect both of them.  ❜

RANDOM HEADCANONS. accepting!

what is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

zenitsu loves to make them! very skilled at crafting them together, too. it’s become a little hobby of his to make flower crowns. he’s made them before for nezuko and the three little girls who work at the butterfly estate.

how well does your muse sleep?

it depends. zenitsu can hear outside noises in his sleep ( the weather, voices, etc ) and they frequently enter into his dreams. if they’re disruptive enough then he’ll wake up, if not he simply stays asleep. if he’s completely relaxed it’s not hard for him to fall asleep at all. in general, he sleeps pretty well and it’s difficult to wake him up sometimes. i’d say he’s in-between the mix of a light and heavy sleeper.

does your muse believe in luck? how about fate?

she’s only seen them before from afar:   translucent shapes wafting through the air,   bouncing along the breeze without a care in the world.   it’s an enviable existence   ---   if kanao could spare more than a single glance back in those days.   but she doesn’t,   and though she’s always wondered what sort of magic it is,   she’s never given it a second thought with more pressing things at hand.

but now,   kanao doesn’t have to worry about those things:   food,   shelter,   safety   ---   all procured by the kocho estate,   eagerly given to her.   now they’ve given her the same toy,   the same magic wand,   she’s been so curious about.   it shakes her to her core to receive such kindness,   and her hand would tremble if she hadn’t conditioned herself otherwise.

instead,   she takes a deep breath and blows.

her eyes brightened at the bubbles that fill the sunny skies.

it’s tentative at first.

skin gliding across skin, hovering for a moment’s worth, trepidation striking across kanao’s face. she doesn’t remember the last time she’s dared such a feat, deigned herself worthy to be this greedy. maybe she’s learning how to be spoiled -- or maybe just learning how to be human for once; but it’s a feeling that she doesn’t want to let go. and she doesn’t.

her hand, much smaller, grabs onto kanao’s.

and she waits.

waits to be tossed to the side. waits to be slapped, to be hit, to be rejected. she doesn’t know what exactly she’s waiting for, but she completely steels her body and expects the worst. because she is conditioned to expect the worst. she is taught that hoping for the best accomplishes nothing. 

perhaps that would’ve been better. it would’ve scared her less.

instead, kanae wraps her fingers so gently around kanao’s hands that it’s difficult to breathe. she’s never been treated with such fragility, such gentleness - it’s a delicate touch that’s so specific to kanae that it sends a spiraling sensation of goosebumps up her arms. she sweats, but she doesn’t understand why. won’t for a while, really.

but for now? they spend the moment in a carefully created bliss: not quite natural, not yet, but soft nonetheless.