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By the hour of nightfall, it seems the woods has gone quiet. Quieter than usual. The late winter hasnāt released a chill this brittle since three years ago. The unease he feels has to do with being driven far from home. He was sure of himself the last blood moon, confident. Relaxed. He was twenty-five and shiny eyed, welcoming of all transformations his elders promised.
Now he has no one. He hopes that it wonāt be for too long.
āThatās the best that you can do?ā he says. Gaku doesnāt care to sanitize his accent. Itās as perfect as it is, skewed and sharp. Immediately telling of his lack of place, blanketed by the forests of rural Seoul. Heās got dry oakwood logs under his arms. His forehead and temples have a slight sweaty glow to them, having scavenged for logs, later returning an ax that was in his ownership to the headmaster. āThe bonfire,ā Gaku lifts his chin, gesturing towards the feeble, light orange fumes. āItās dying.ā
He puts the logs down. āYou have to put more wood, side by side. The hole was dug pretty deep to sustain the fire, but you have to add more dirt between the gaps. You see those gaps, right?ā Gaku looks at them, extending an index finger to the wry ground. āCāmon, Iāll help you.ā
Carefully adding more of the oakwood to the bonfire in parallels, he dusts his hands off. Itās calloused, like normal, with a thin veil of sawdust. āSee, that wasnāt too bad, right?ā He offers a lighthearted smile, looking over and around the other for coolers. āYou said the other party was gonna bring beers for our hard work, right?ā
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Some time ago, Gakuās mother retold the story of how she met his father. They were best suited for each other from a conjuring matchmaker of sorts; that their ways of living would bleed into compliance. His mother rationalized the long, lonely standing of devotion. Compartmentalized her desire into every outhouse and shed. So much to keep power in her wake. Political and dynastic stability, at the very root of protection. Unchanged and yet, stronger. A sacrifice she quietly sustained.
Sheād go on to say that Gaku wouldnāt understand. Heās just a boy when she tells him about the fateful day of crossing paths with her husband. And that her eyes were void of any real feeling on that day. Something thatād she knew to put her soul behind her, and her principles first.
Gaku would ought to be subordinate to the same fate. He canāt envision it for himself, as all selfish and self-serving men are. He is his fatherās son, after all. By blood, the two are the same. Unshaken by the things they want.
Lee Eunjae.
Gaku would bring her to northern Okinawa, where theyād see the ocean and mountains meet at dusk. Sheād have a winsome opportunity to practice her sorcery. His mother, from her youth, could see herself in the woman. And that Gaku could take her away from here and give her the life sheād always wanted, and that heād be the man to keep her body warm, always without tension. A part of him wanted to ask if she ever saw anything with her future involving him, a future that wouldnāt hurt. Anything without faithfully imploring on past lives and nameless universes. Except, he doesnāt. He succumbs to a certain defeat not much worthy than āwhat ifsā and futile reveries. Itās all he has.
āI got a rental,ā he says. Gaku looks at Eunjae. Theyāre on the first floor of the hall, right as he promised of where he was gonna meet her.
āWhat? You thought I forgot?ā he sneers. Something about her makes him smile. Nothing much has happened. It never has to when heās with her. Gaku wants to say her name. Itās the only name he knows that makes his mouth tender and good.
āYou owe me a match playing pool, Eunjae.ā
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hi all! super excited to get this show on the road, iām anwar (s/they, twenty8, est) and i bring you fellow student witch, kaneyama gaku. i donāt plan on writing a traditional full-fledged bio so thisāll do for now. iām also still acquiring a vibe for him so things may change. without a further ado, feel free to like and iāll head your way to plot! ā
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