HUH. SUCH A LADY. It’s been so long since he met someone this demure, but he chalks it up to her divine status and lets her cling to him. The permission summons a mischievous grin, more than pleased—even if he doesn’t know exactly what she means.
“ Why wouldn’t it be okay? Don’t tell me you’re stuck in the past, concerned about official courting and shit, I mean, stuff. ” Maybe gods shouldn’t curse so much, ugh. “ Times are changin’, women can do what they want, chase who they want. You’re no exception. ” He makes a dull face. Why the heck would he want a cheap charm?
“ Whoa, damn, Hime. You wanna pray, dance, get a souvenir, drink, and see the fireworks? ” Plus a surprise? Yaketsu throws his head back and laughs, a booming, ground shaking sound. “ Hah! You know exactly what you want, eh? I respect that. Let’s, uh, pray first. Then, souvenir, drink and dance, then fireworks. Don’t worry, with your tiny body, you get one drink. Maybe half. C’mon. ”
Yaketsu leads her toward a shrine at the back of the festival grounds, surrounded by much shorter mortals. It’s easy for him to spot the altar across a sea of heads, and he takes her hand, navigating through until they reach the front. “ Here ya’ go, pray away. ”
“ when you shoulder so many responsibilities and expectations,” she begins, her voice wisp - like, far away. “ it’s hard to find time... to have fun. one slip up could lead to so much falling apart. it’s ... tiring. ”
there couldn’t have been a more opportune moment to speak her thoughts freely. admission of any kind of debility was unbecoming, but the tension that sat trapped between her shoulders had lightened considerably. “ who knows when i’ll get to have fun like this again? ”
such a resonant laugh he possessed: it was so full, so resounding, so hearty. her laughter was always tucked behind an elegant lifted hand: oh, how she holds so much in, as though afraid of letting it all out, desperate to preserve a sense of modesty. outdated, outdated.
“ i love your laughter. ” candid, point blank; it had to be said. she trails behind dutifully, grip firm and secure, eyes caught on the back of his head and watching him guide, and once they reach the altar, her hand delicately slips away, like silk ribbon slipping from a crown of hair in the wind.
she searches for the rope to sound the bell wordlessly. eyelids flutter shut, palms coming flat together twice, she doesn’t question why he isn’t doing the same. following the traditional way of prayer, she does so silently. for the well-being of her loved ones, for a rich harvest... and for the happiness of yaketsu.
“ do you think they heard it? ”
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