#zephyrxs

there’s      something     in the day , the     crisp     autumn air wraps her arms around the frame of the enchantress as the wielder of magic pauses .  earth    v i b r a t e s    with welcome  ;  her scent is strong and   warm   . there’s a presences that causes such uproar that had ianthina’s gaze pulling towards the direction of the  morning sun .   thin frames of glasses sit upon her features giving her a clear vision of the world around her . of the magic that buzzes in and out of her viens until  —-  she sees him .  a shadow  ;   frame that her eyes would never forget . one just beyond the trees that rest outside of her home .  

how long had it been ?   weeks ? months , it couldn’t have been years although it felt like that .  years that had gone by since she last saw the child of the moon .  he knows he’s been caught by her as his built is pulled him the hiding spot and her eyes fully see the extent of the features she had missed and deemed as a close friend .  

kit .  he’s     finally   back .

how his voice sounded so    soothing    the to ears that felt deprived of them .  and    u n c o n s c i o u s l y     , her body finds itself walking towards him .  no words spoken as her body finds itself wrapping around the old warmth she had missed .   ❛  of course not .  who would have known youre the reason for happy vibrations throughout the earth’s magic .  i can’t believe you are back , kit .  ❜  words are soft , gentle to their core as the enchantress pulls back on her hold to look up at her dearest of man beast .   a simper true to it’s shine , graced her rosette tiers in his welcoming .  however , her eyes that capture the change in him .  not only his aura but —- his locks ….  and fingers    unable    to stop themselves find themselves reaching up to run through the short new style .

❛  i see you came back with a new look as well .  i’m happy .  i’m happy to see your face again .  when did you come back , darling ?   ❜  

          VOICELESS & SHAMEFUL. One duo nobody would think to combine but the wolf emboldened both amidst a hidden gaze that led to his twitching finger, nudging several leafs to life and there it went, no more ominous hiding for the beast. How could he let his emotions drive him to this point? Life had a tendency of extracting any plans specifically made without any apology, though despite this being the case, Kit harbored a guilt jittering between his ribs and piercing inhales due to the time long gone. Almost immediately, their gaze captures one another, hers far more calm than that of the male still pretending like the tree before him would protect whatever harsh words she may have had ready for him.

          IAN WAS EXACTLY THE SAME. Eyes rupturing overhead skies and his very being, winds began sweeping past the distanced pair, smoldering any further tempts in the form of a flee at this very moment because he wanted to be here, he wanted to see her. After mumbling something he hadn’t meant to be the first words spoken, she misses not a single beat and soon, the truest of emotions flourishes freely among the pair. Kit attempted coherent sentences but everything came down to the torso that fit ever so perfectly in his embrace, a puzzle piece placed exactly where it needed to be. If only she knew what effect the wolf seeped in with her; perhaps she already did.

          “I’m glad what you felt was happy.. otherwise, you’d be            trembling— considering I’m two seconds from that.”

          A SMILE REFLECTED CHIRPED SPIRITS. After having her in his arms, all kinds of negativity spilled to the dirt and grasses below, absorbing night terrors of obsolete rejection flashing with her warm features. Kit squeezes her a little closer, stuffing face first into cacao locks that lead to hearty wiffs of wet cement and burning wicks, so much that was Ian. Chuckles bloom between a pair of chapped lips, the sound far away but more comfortable than many weeks ago.

        “Yes, I managed to drink enough courage into myself one day and the following.. tada, hn. I arrived just yesterday morning. I’m here on business for my father, something tells me he made the stay extra long for a reason.. regardless, I get to see you. Even just a day here would’ve been worth it.” Solemn is the look peeking through long lashes, yet bright as her gaze. 

A shy smile appeared on her lips and she nodded once. Himchan would say that she is beautiful multiple times day, and he would say it first thing in the morning. It would always put a smile on her face and make her heart skip a beat. It was love. And she loved hearing it. 

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❝I told you that no matter what you did, I’d be by your side.❞

The resonance of his voice echoed in her ears. She was standing in front of the mirror in their bedroom. Her torn shirt was lying on the floor beside her feet. Her aquamarine eyes were focused on her marred torso and arms from lacerations. The blood was drying around the lacerations. 

The woman doesn’t say anything yet. She isn’t sure what to say just yet. Only a small sigh could be heard in the room. 

She still couldn’t look at him. Not yet. 

The lacerations began to stitch together. She was always thankful that she had the capability to do this. Heal herself. 

How did this happen? She was at the wrong place at the wrong time, of course. Rogue werewolf decided to hunt a young girl and Luna intervened. The young girl escaped but Luna was scratched during the altercation. She did manage to get the werewolf to disappear. It was worth it though.  Kitsunes couldn’t really die. That’s what her mentality was to a certain degree though. Kitunes have limitations and weaknesses. 

Her lacerations now were gone. Only that one scar down her back was visible. That one scar will never heal. Damn dragon. 

Luna finally tore her gaze away from herself in the mirror. She slowly turned to face him. She took a shaky breath and finally spoke. It was now the time to tell him. 

He’ll  probably be upset with what she is about to say. He’ll probably think she was insane for what she did. But, she’s already is insane. Nothing new really. 

          Adjustments were harder than expected. Adults were told the child needed time as her past caused speech to be unused, much to the deception of the adoptive parents. Whatever happened prior to her being found severely injured in Japan remained a mystery and one no one dared to unfold for the sake of the little girl’s sanity.

          Juni seemed to do well though. After a few weeks of treatments and a few others of rehabilitation, she was allowed to head home. It was a mansion to the six-year-old. A traditional Japanese house with many rooms, extending near a forest. Cohabitation with nature was a necessity as her father believed that the making of tea should be done in a serene environment rather than a polluted one.

          Her new home itself was a place filled with adventures she was allowed to take with a few conditions whatsoever. Nonetheless, her interest for them faded once lectures were imposed on her, restraining her to one room where homework should be done. It soon transferred to the tall greens surrounding the house, the wind and the other intriguing sounds of nature inviting her to venture the area.

          She did. Quite often in fact. She allocated her free time to the forest, where tiny wild creatures greeted her and kept her company. Juni promised to not wander too far, to return home right before being called for supper-- this time, she should have payed attention to her surroundings.

          It wasn’t her fault. The squirrel scurried away before she could make her greeting. It usually wouldn’t run off from her too. After a while of running and almost tripping on several occasions, the chase was deemed a failure.  ❝ C-Come back, friend... ❞ Her voice barely passed through the heavy pants. The child then fell on the pile of leaves, shifting gazes being made in all directions. 

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Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?

“Neither! I prefer to be warm. I suppose if I must choose, I will choose cold. It is a bit easier to manage than hot.”

Dandelion: Do you think you’re important?

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Windpipe: Do you sing?

Vartouhi nodded. “I can, and I do. Mostly it is something I do to pass time, if I am made to wait for something. For example, if I must wait for water to boil so I can continue to prepare a meal, I will sing. I am more comfortable singing in front of many people than just one or two people; I am used to it, as I was often made to do it on Balah.”

Cheeks: Do you blush easily?