A memory; A past life

Abe No Seimei from Onmyoji.  Affiliated with Isola Radiale ||Read Pages before Interacting.||

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What is an onmyoji really? It’s him. He reads the stars, tells fortunes and exorcises demons; amongst other things.

Willing to help anyone and everyone. Spirits, demons, humans, etc. 

Has amnesia due to a ritual which caused his soul to split into two separate entities! ...Of course, he doesn’t remember this. 

Clever, graceful, and beautiful!

Even a few Shikigami (Spirits) can’t help but admit that he’s a beautiful man.

Will get into conflict if it means protecting those that can’t protect themselves.

Tip your local onmyoji. He’s been through a lot and still remains optimistic. 

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Miyama, Kyoto / 美山（京都）

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陰陽師 晴明 [190629] photo 十年

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Seimei, Kuro Seimei & Yamata no Orochi

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Taisho period (1912-26). Takeko Kujo playing with a cat. 

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Two Crows, Matsumura Goshun, late 18th - early 19th century, Minneapolis Institute of Art: Japanese and Korean Art

two crows in rear ¾ profile at L; crows perched side by side on a thick branch with dense foliage Size: 19 5/8 × 17 5/16 in. (49.85 × 43.97 cm) (image) 61 11/16 × 27 ¼ in. (156.69 × 69.22 cm) (mount, without roller) Medium: Ink and colors on silk

https://collections.artsmia.org/art/116729/

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Nakamura Hôchû, Korin gafu, “An Album of Pictures by Korin.” The first of the major Rimpa books. Illustrations copied by Hochu from Korin. Late 18th century.

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“An out right rejection? My, whoever you’re looking forward to must be a lucky person.~” it was to be expected, not that it matters on his part, mostly enjoying which reaction he would be given. But the other seemed to nonchalant, so he’ll leave it as it is. Even if he was curious of this other they’re so keen on.

“Hmm, never experienced love before.” Even by his own parents, never knew what love really was, “how is it? This love everyone speaks of??”

"Love can come in many forms. Steady like a stone, or ever changing like the water in the sea.“ This was Seimei’s clever way of disguising the fact that he didn’t remember loving anyone. Of course, he cared about his friends; his fellow onmyoji, and the shikigami. But could he call that love? 

He couldn’t recall any memories from more than a year ago. It was possible that he had formed deep bonds such as that...but.... for him to assume such a thing without being able to recall any memories of it would be presumptuous of him.

This stranger had unknowingly given Seimei much to think about. 

“Either way, it is very special. It’s something that can’t be described entirely with words. But you’ll know it when you have it.”

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“You ever checked out that new place?” He should be specific. There’s two? New places. Or three. He doesn’t know, but what he DOES know is that there’s one in particular that’s caught his attention. “The one in the sky?” 

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“I can’t say that I have.” Seimei looked towards the sky, expecting to see something. However, he could see nothing but a few clouds slowly crawling across the endless blue. “Hm..” 

He placed his hand on his forehead to shade his eyes from the sun. “Admittedly, I’m still quite new to Spirale, so there’s plenty I haven’t seen yet.” He glanced around a bit more, but he still couldn’t see a location within the sky. Perhaps it was further away than he could see from this particular distance.

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Aziraphale took the stranger’s advice gladly. Sitting down and primly folding his hands on his lap, the angel listens intently, hoping to learn as much as he can. Attentive to every word, Aziraphale learns the name of the city and island proper and who is responsible for his kidnapping from Earth. He was still confused on why he couldn’t bless or perform miracles, but he supposed he that question was answered based on his location. Maybe he really WAS caught of from God’s Grace. The thought alone unnerved him.

The angel tries to control his anxiety. It wouldn’t be good at all to panic in front of someone he just met. He wishes he could wrap his wings around himself, but that would end up in a completely different, awkward conversation. “Oh yes! I’m actually an angel and yes, I have wings! Pleasure to meet your acquaintance!”  Instead, he releases a short exhale and smiles.

❝…Oh? I suppose, um, that explains the rather awkward encounter I had with the person who ferried me here. Thank you for helping me. I apologize if I’m wasting your time… I can see you’re busy. But, I can appreciate the help regardless!❞ 

He wiggles a bit in his seat.  ❝My name is Aziraphale, by the way. It’s only proper that you know who you’re speaking to, right? I’m an angel and I confess I’m rather unnerved!❞

Wait. Did he really JUST say that? He stops suddenly, a flush spreading across his human corporation’s face.  ❝O-Oh dear! Did I really - Oh no -You weren’t - Oh goodness! Oh dear Lord, please don’t tell anyone! I’m scared to find out what anyone in this city would do to me if they found out I was an angel!❞

As to prove his point, his wings suddenly sprang forth, pure as the fresh snow. Oh, HOW embarrassing. He buries his face in his hands. Gabriel would be having a field day if he were here.

As Aziraphale rambled on; sputtering and tittering nervously, Seimei continued to clean his paintbrushes calmly. “You’re not bothering me at all.” He set down a paintbrush, only to pick up another. His gaze flickered between Aziraphale and his work. He could multitask just fine. Even after the angel accidently confessed to his true nature, Seimei went ahead and began to prepare some new paint.

Though, he did stop momentarily to get a look at those wings. “A messenger of heaven, hm. That is certainly odd.” He put his brush back to paper; a long stroke of watery green to create a flower stem. “Your secret is safe with me.” Seimei couldn’t say that he’d ever met a messenger of heaven before; it was usually the denizens of the underworld that he had the fortune of dealing with.

Satisfied with his artwork, he set his paintbrush down; then he gave Aziraphale his full attention. “I am Abe No Seimei, an onmyoji. You have nothing to fear from me, Aziraphale.” 

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“Funny enough, if you train hard enough you can fire energy beams from your sword.” he ….half jokes, half is being serious about that part. “Yokai and their presence I admit, have decreased since the passing of what I believe is my worlds’ Abe no Seimei, or perhaps they have gotten better at hiding. But they are less involved with human affairs for onmyouji to take action.”

 “…Tsk, I’ll get nostalgic and old like the damn white dragon. Tell me more of your world, please. I need a distraction.”

“Ah...I see. How interesting!” Seimei blinked a few times, a bit surprised, but still entertained by the thought of samurai running around while shooting energy beams from their swords. However, his funny little thought was suddenly expelled at the mention of his own name. Another him? Another Seimei? 

He chose not to comment on that, for now.

“...My world is quite the opposite. Yokai and other spirits come out every night to mingle with humans. Occasionally they’ll cause problems, but that’s why onmyoji like myself exist.“

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Who would have thought that this is where Aziraphale would end up? Heaven’s little wayward angel in a completely different place and time? He had to admit, he did not see this coming. Working hard to prevent Earth’s demise from the Apocalypse? It seemed he wasn’t going to be able to do that now. He hoped Crowley was alright. Knowing the demon, Crowley was probably already worried sick and seeking revenge on someone for Aziraphale’s absence. That wasn’t a pleasant thought. 

❝Excuse me… You appear knowledgeable. Where in Heaven’s am I?❞ Approaching a person in a funny little hat and foreign clothes, he hopes to gain some basic knowledge. The person who had ferried him here in a car didn’t really offer much insight. Maybe he would be able to find out why he was restricted to only the barebones of angelic powers, the power of flight?  ❞I-I am…❞ A supernatural ethereal entity who shouldn’t be here.  ❝New here, and rather lost.❞

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Seimei was right in the middle of painting when he was approached by the rather nervous looking fellow. However, he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, and he was quick to turn his attention to the newcomer in earnest. “That’s alright. Perhaps...” He gave the stranger a once over. ”--you should sit down for a moment.” Seimei gestured to the open seat nearby; which was simply a wooden folding chair. 

“The first thing I will tell you is that this city is called Spirale, the Radiale Island, and you’re not alone. Everyone ends up lost when they first arrive here.” Seimei explained calmly as he began to clean up one of his paint brushes. “The second thing I will tell you is that no, I’m not one of the individuals that brought you here. The Stars did that. They are...a mysterious group...to say the least.”

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‘Perhaps your right...maybe I just need to rest for a moment..’

Seimei uttered these words, and before he knew it he’d found himself resting his head in Ichimokuren’s lap. His long white hair no longer bound by hat or tie, it was free to cascade down his shoulders and subsequently the Wind God’s fingers. Like strands of silk, Seimei’s hair was soft to the touch; almost unnaturally so. 

He placed his hands onto his stomach and folded them together as Ren continued to run his fingers through his snow white hair.  This was something that Seimei didn’t realize he needed until this very moment. To be in the quiet and the calm...with someone that he trusted. 

The onmyoji’s gaze shifted; and he glanced up, staring at Ichimokuren’s softened expression momentarily. Then he closed his eyes, smiling gently as he did so. “I’d like to stay, for a bit longer. Just like this.”