[ i've written so many flowery water metaphors for wahhhh big sad ): hate that this is a shared trait for them. they can chill together with their watery grave vibes. it's placid between them. ]
A shrine... [ hm ] Could be worse.
[ he'll take quiet. he's rather be a forgotten shrine than a burning one. he reaches to pick a flower—it's more like a weed, tall and reedy, but bright yellow. ]
I don't mind healing you when you need it. [ a gentle current of concern threads through his words, still tranquil ] But I guess you were waiting on Buzen-san.
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A shrine... [ hm ] Could be worse.
[ he'll take quiet. he's rather be a forgotten shrine than a burning one. he reaches to pick a flower—it's more like a weed, tall and reedy, but bright yellow. ]
I don't mind healing you when you need it. [ a gentle current of concern threads through his words, still tranquil ] But I guess you were waiting on Buzen-san.