in for a penny [fuuyuko+moriya]
Jan 6, 2017 7:12:06 GMT -5
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Post by Fuuyuko Suwa on Jan 6, 2017 7:12:06 GMT -5
When Fuuyuko Suwa made it back home, she cried in her mother's arms for what seemed like too short a time. Fuuyuko needed longer, her mother needed longer; the next day, she clung to her sleeve all the way back towards the door. With one swollen foot in the door and one swollen foot out, the mother forced a vow upon her daughter not to leave the district. Not for a little while, at least. Not 'til you are healed fully, not 'til you've regained all the weight you've lost, not 'til you find a nice b--Mom, okay, fine, just relax! I promise, I promise. How she missed the meddling and the prodding.
Fuuyuko assured her shrunken and shriveled mother--the 300 year old woman who, even while standing two steps above the one Fuuyuko stood on, had to crane her head up just to see her daughter's red smile, to look into those gray doe eyes--that without proper funds, men, and energy, the search would remain on hold.
In her heart came a heavy, dry whisper of dread; and when will that be? When will that fortune ever be for us?
If Tomie had seen me rushing off unprepared, she hollered out, while her mother watched her walk away, she would've called me an idiot. She certainly will when she hears about it! When I tell her about it all.
The tip of her parasol taps out a rhythm unknown all the way down that road.
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Tap, tap-tap, tap.
She's not, technically, breaking the vow. Though, that depends on who you ask; some would say Moyamoyasumi is (was, was) the last stop before dropping off into scenery. Others put it in no man's land, the traveling space between their district and the next. It was in the gray area, someone once said. In Fuuyuko's thoughts, Moyamoyasumi will always remain the jewel of the village. But she judged it just like most the other villagers did; on the person who ran the establishment, less the establishment itself. With the reputation Tomie had, how could anyone not?
Every citizen waves and smiles as she passes by. Welcome back, Fuuyuko! You didn't die, Fuuyuko! She returns each gesture and greeting, she takes stock of who's around and who's not. Ren, too, will inform her of all who've gone for good. It wouldn't be right not to visit and pay respects.
Some men in black robes wave, some smile, some don't. There is nothing, nothing, and nothing for them.
The chill reveals itself before any pastel canopy or black bark can. It's a cold hug, it's the breath of death. Or maybe it's just plain emptiness; unholy, gnarled roots choke through stone and dirt alike, they suck up any health the earth has to offer. Natural flora won't grow for a long, long time. No, there's not even a speck of algae on the trunks, no songbirds perched overhead. The corpses--did anyone take them and bury them? Will they have rotted away in this place with no time? It still feels the same as when she woke up, bruised and beat, on that lonely night. Just the same, and she remembers every little thing. Every branch, every brick.
Everything except that bright speck in her peripheral vision. She looks over.
"Hey, you!" Fuu waves her parasol at him. Or her? The silver-haired person with the nice figure. "You there! Silver fox!"
"Don't you know all the settlements are back that way?"
Fuuyuko assured her shrunken and shriveled mother--the 300 year old woman who, even while standing two steps above the one Fuuyuko stood on, had to crane her head up just to see her daughter's red smile, to look into those gray doe eyes--that without proper funds, men, and energy, the search would remain on hold.
In her heart came a heavy, dry whisper of dread; and when will that be? When will that fortune ever be for us?
If Tomie had seen me rushing off unprepared, she hollered out, while her mother watched her walk away, she would've called me an idiot. She certainly will when she hears about it! When I tell her about it all.
The tip of her parasol taps out a rhythm unknown all the way down that road.
-
Tap, tap-tap, tap.
She's not, technically, breaking the vow. Though, that depends on who you ask; some would say Moyamoyasumi is (was, was) the last stop before dropping off into scenery. Others put it in no man's land, the traveling space between their district and the next. It was in the gray area, someone once said. In Fuuyuko's thoughts, Moyamoyasumi will always remain the jewel of the village. But she judged it just like most the other villagers did; on the person who ran the establishment, less the establishment itself. With the reputation Tomie had, how could anyone not?
Every citizen waves and smiles as she passes by. Welcome back, Fuuyuko! You didn't die, Fuuyuko! She returns each gesture and greeting, she takes stock of who's around and who's not. Ren, too, will inform her of all who've gone for good. It wouldn't be right not to visit and pay respects.
Some men in black robes wave, some smile, some don't. There is nothing, nothing, and nothing for them.
The chill reveals itself before any pastel canopy or black bark can. It's a cold hug, it's the breath of death. Or maybe it's just plain emptiness; unholy, gnarled roots choke through stone and dirt alike, they suck up any health the earth has to offer. Natural flora won't grow for a long, long time. No, there's not even a speck of algae on the trunks, no songbirds perched overhead. The corpses--did anyone take them and bury them? Will they have rotted away in this place with no time? It still feels the same as when she woke up, bruised and beat, on that lonely night. Just the same, and she remembers every little thing. Every branch, every brick.
Everything except that bright speck in her peripheral vision. She looks over.
"Hey, you!" Fuu waves her parasol at him. Or her? The silver-haired person with the nice figure. "You there! Silver fox!"
"Don't you know all the settlements are back that way?"
