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Even The Sun Sets In Paradise

Chp 5 - Con là Brisa

Jily talk and catch feelings (well, they were already caught)

@jilytoberfest prompts

6: 🎶Touch my thigh, I could blush, I'm so shy, Rest your head on side, We could stay in my mind, We could be what we like🎶 - Theatre by Etta Marcus

7: getting engaged (used very loosely)

Also, all the chapters are unedited. Thanks to @practicecourts , cuz this story takes place in Italy

He had the patience of the Kami. At least that’s what they all kept telling him. Kuroji really wasn’t sure. In reality he had drawn the short straw out of the other shinobi to ‘assist’ the more elderly residents of the enclave that week. 

Kuroji carried bags of flour, hung laundry, retrieved cats and other pets from strange places, dug in the mud to help plant the rice paddies, and other various things that he’d rather not think about. It was just going to be some time before he’d be cleaning cooking pots without gagging. 

The reward he got for all of his hard work was often a pat on the cheek when they could reach or his arm when they couldn’t and be told he was such a ‘nice young man.” Kuroji grumbled about it to the other shinobi but in reality, they often had a lot to teach him. He learned so much about how to plant rice, take care of chickens, baking bread, and most importantly valuing family and loved ones and finding a balance in your life for everything. 

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Who is driving? Who is in the car? What is going on?!

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If it had not been for the ceaseless light of day, Alysia might have considered the violet canopy that blanketed Lakeland to be quite beautiful. There was nothing quite like it in the Source but what it lacked made it glaringly ugly. No birds sang in the trees. The winds felt warm and stagnant. Everything was constantly glaring and invasive, no sense of wonder or mystery. The hyur exhaled as she sat on the windowsill in her room at the Pendant. It was the only real sanctuary available to her. Her friends meant well with their concerns but it was hard to ignore the gravity of the predicament she faced. At least in these walls, she could be alone with her thoughts and aches. She could be vulnerable and just be Alysia; not the Warrior of Darkness.

Some very mild NSFW elements!

INKTOBER X WITCHES

Prompt #7

7. SEAMSTRESS/TAILOR WITCH

Wind had been quiet for a while, sipping at her cider as had the voice across the table. The breeze blowing though the tavern seemed to shift, carrying a hint of rain and a gust of tumbled leaves. Blowing across the floor, one of the waitresses sighed in annoyance.

Wind turned and looked, sniffing the air before she leaned down. Plucking a dried leaf from the ground "Limsan Locus, breeze has shifted." Wind turned and looked over at her companion "Must be a storm coming if these are blowing in. You have a long way to go or a hurry to be there? Storms coming from the south tend to be real hellbringers."

At the negative reply, Wind chuckled. "Amazing what something as small and simple as leaf can tell you, if you what to look for." A curious sound followed.

"What? You don't believe the smallest things can be clues to a bigger picture? Mean something more? Oh, you'd be fun to screw with!" Wind was laughing and she crumpled the leaf within her fist, letting the breeze chase the bits away from pale grey skin.

"I can tell plenty about you, just from the little clues. Your well to-do but not rich, likely a merchant or at least here on business to buy. You've been delayed and annoyed by it, your distracting yourself, using me as one too." Chuckling at the surprised look that got her.