10:28AM. Tuesday. Maybe.
Taking a stroll through the Starlight Garden.
He who need not a watch own not a watch. Who would need such a modern trinket when you have a century old internal clock to ting and chime when important times are drawing near. Though, this old vampire might be in disrepair, so those times might only be when he’s feeling a bit famished, and when he’s ready to take his rest. Ergo, his clock might not actually be a clock at all. He might just be unable to buy a new phone and pay for service, and misplaced his old one eons ago.
But that was beside the point.
It was an evening stroll, technically. One he was taking his time venturing, huddled under what little refuge was provided by his delicate and moth-eaten parasol, meant to block the light from his fair skin, so easily bothered by its rays that even the slightest exposure sapped his energy. It absorbed it, like succubi soliciting the soul from the body, calling it away. Draining, draining.. visions of his coffin, and his nice boarded up, damp and cool motel room kept him trudging. The morning was his night, and Sakuma Rei was eager to get to bed.
His feet sink into something softer in his path, much different from the texture of the ground he’d tread; for a moment, a complaint crosses his features, worrying about whether his only pair of shoes were dirtied with the soil of the city’s mutts – there was a reason why there were so few doggies in the world that he could handle, after all. Oh, he needed to get home soon, if his perception has declined so rapidly as to step on some …
A sleeve, to be express, attached to an arm left dangling, belonging to someone that Rei could feel tremble beneath the brightness of the day, a quivering deep down in his core; a connection; an understanding.
❝ Aah~? Ritsu, my darling, precious younger brother, where have you been all my life? Oh–,“ Pauses, lifts a hand to check for a pulse. Still good. "Never mind that. What are you doing so vulnerable in this sunlight?” When had Ritsu arrived to this strange, new city? When had Rei arrived for that matter, his old mind fails to recollect, but more or less his concerns fall in why they were not brought together, and why he had to stumble across this delightful being in such a troublesome manner. Strewn across the bench, arms dangling on either side, hand precariously testing the waters of the pavement below
Sacrificing the last refuge of his own shade without any hesitation, Rei uses a combination of his jacket, body, and parasol to help protect Ritsu.
Heart aching, he hopes he was not too late, tucking a strand of raven hair behind Ritsu’s ear as he bends down to check for a fever, a burn, any indication of life or death. “Come now, little brother, I will lend you my lap. Hm, there was a nice and shady tree over the hill, let me carry you, Ritsuuuuuuu~…”
He tries not to sound as worried as he is, stitching his tone of voice with a doting speech, and lacing that tight together with overbearing actions. As always, overcompensation meant to hide how he feels, while simultaneously revealing how much he adores his brother, regardless of if he’s met with love or hate in response.
Because everything, his whole world, it was all meant for Ritsu, of course.
His dreams were so wonderful, full of visions of everything he could have ever wanted, a big bed, a mansion, servants to handle every task, Mao in a maid dress, endless tea parties with his friends– until a black cloud, threatening his joyful life, comes tumbling in with a dark shadow.
Though this was no strange occurrence. It happened so often he came to anticipate it, his dreams even holding a counter-measure for when the storm struck. As everything began to blow away, the servants prepared the bombs, and Ritsu stood firm on a rock, a powerful gun grounded to the surface pointed towards the clouds about to blast them right to Hell.
He flinches, eyes scrunched shut stubbornly as if waking prematurely would mean he loses. The fingers of the hand that tucked his hair behind his ear were swat at abruptly, followed by some grumbling. It would appear to be no use, though, as the storm got closer and closer, violently ruining the scenery around it.
As Ritsu rapid fired in his subconsciousness, his very real fist raised to punch at the figure looming over him, waving wildly to get it away as fast as possible.
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