cutely kicks your door down. 54 + gincott and/or 32 + lemon futon!
oh these are certainly combos!
54 + gincott (ukiyo au)
Every God knows the tale of the Akutagawa siblings. One's sickness and the other's terribly tight grasp on life. The church, as far as Louisa can tell, has never been graced by any but those who wish to tear it down, as they do not believe the elder truly divine but a curse instead, the occasional respectful traveller, or.. Its one priest. They do not remember their brother, nor why they stay so close to the church. Just that it is all they have, and for that, they will rebuild it as many times as they must. It's admirable. Louisa would really like to meet them, speak properly- But it would mean nothing, ultimately. Gin will not live forever, only perish over and over, and Louisa will just have another ache in her heart. So she never strays too close.
32 + lemon futon (yokai au)
The fire's gone out again. Katai doesn't have the energy to get up and light it, really. He just stares at it, staying curled up in his sheets, hesitant. Kajii shifts a little, then opens one eye. "Are you not going to tend to that?" Katai flinches, looking over. "I thought you were asleep." Kajii grins, and Katai finally understands what it means when someone's expression is described as catlike. It's hauntingly mischievious. "Maybe I was!!" He pulls himself out of the blankets, yawning and patting Katai on the head. As Katai watches, he flops next to the fireplace, his tail swishing out of his clothes, lit with a flame that smells, somehow, more of lemon then smoke. Katai coughs as the fire leaps back into life with more ash spraying then he'd like. "KAJII-" The bakeneko just giggles as Katai sits up to brush the ash off himself. "Aren't you toasty?" "I'm going to make you clean this up." Katai grumbles.
