#starfissure

smart move even tho there’s only 1 

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Total Eclipse

It was not often she was left alone, though the guards were given their duties to attend to by the elder of the yakuza, she enjoyed the moment of solitude she was granted. The dishes were washed, the laundry was cleaned, and she was ready to settle in for the evening, with her snack, and spend time warding off the spirits before sleep took her. Candles were lit, silent prayers were made and she began to fold her garments to put away, that was until she smelled something wafting through her window. The wind was particularly chilly and sought the warmth of her skin, but it carried a scent that belonged to no flower she planted.

The curtains billowed inward as she approached slowly, a hand appeared from beyond the silk of her sleeve and pulled aside the fabric to catch sight of someone she had not expected to find. A xaela rested under the scarlet crown of the largest maple, surrounded by flowers she planted, serene against the lancing glow from the moon.

For a few, silent breaths, she watched him and caught sight of the incense that filled her room with its spicy aroma. Kikyo’s tail rose suddenly, her small ears perked up, and she came to realize that he would surely end up freezing there when the temperature dropped throughout the night. Against her better judgement, especially when knowing that in any moment the guards could return and catch her, she gathered the comforter, and a small bento container, from her futon in her arms and quietly shuffled against the wooden floor.

Through the halls she roamed, her tail curled about her waist like an obi, her golden eyes reflecting the lights of the candles. She herself appeared like one of the many yokai that ventured into her private room. Miss Kikyo long mastered the art of being quiet; with careful steps not to drop the bento, and avoiding bumping into someone, she managed to make it to the outside. 

Her approach was a slow one, for she did not want to stir him awake so suddenly. The pebbles shift under her clothed feet as she neared him and finally lowered the comforter lower to see his face.

Kikyo stared at him for a moment, watching him simply sleep, wondering what a man like him dreamt of. A smile rose to her lips and hesitant hand slowly reaches to his horn, palm open to cup it..until she felt that sudden wind blow against her frame. 

Immediately, her hand pulls away to instead take hold of the comforter again and extend it away from her body, toward his resting form. She bends over, nearing his face as she pulls the thick quilt over his chest. Gently she placed the bento to his side and tucked it close. Purple tresses spill around her features, and for a moment she sees him stir. The action is enough to send her rushing off, avoiding being caught -- nearly.

“Indulgence?” She thinks for a minute before nodding, “That’d probably be food or shopping. More likely food, though, since most of the time I’m shopping for food-related stuff anyway. It might seem weird to have your indulgence also be what you do for work... Maybe only I think that’s odd.”