✉ ⸺ @divinabestia 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧.
𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃. ┆ always accepting.
' kaguya! ' ichimokuren happily greets she who is the brightest and most wondrous, ' today is a wonderful day, marking a celebration of love. i shall not take but a moment of your day, should you be willing to thus indulge me. ' nameless god produces an intricate crown of flowers, having carefully made it for her. ' will you allow me to place this crown of flowers on your head? ' (ren <3)
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, the confession that she has waited with infantile impatience for this special day to finally come. The previous weeks have been spent investigating with the utmost care the origins of this specific celebration, curiously reading through any type of material that she could find on the matter and employing the rest of her time vocalizing countless queries towards those who made themselves willing and available to listen to her. Never before, had she celebrated: of course, during her years as an earthly princess, many suitors had purposely come to propose to her on this exact day but not once had she abandoned the comfort of her room to directly meet them ; their presents had been either discarded or given to her parents, for she could not bear their sight for more than a few instants. THIS TIME, however, everything was thoroughly different.
An effort is in fact made to contain the explosive strength of her happiness, to ensure that her facial features shall not mold into an unpleasant expressionism as a direct consequence of the merry feelings that she is now almost incapable of keeping under control. Kaguya’s gaze falls from his visage and descends ‘pon the colorful flower crown that he holds in his hands with the utmost care and she can perceive how her heart instantaneously decides to bear arms against the cruel constriction of her painfully tight ribcage: it wishes to break free, to finally abandon the cold emptiness of her being in pursuance of settling right beside his own heart, within his welcoming ribcage, where it may flourish and blossom and offer its entirety to another. A nod comes, languid and elegant. ❝ Nothing in the world would make me happier than dedicating the importance of this day to you, to the person who has become the protective and nurturing winds that keep both my flowers and my heart alive through the hardest times. ❞
But her head does not bow, her feathery audits do no lower themselves to welcome the flower crown. Instead, from within the belly of her gracious bag, the lunar princess takes out a little box of painted bamboo: the green has turned into warm red, its expanse covered in the tight embrace of a sterling ribbon. She knows not whether he will enjoy this... Oddly enough, in spite of the countless topics that they had touched and tickled and deepened throughout their many conversations, she had never openly questioned his personal tastes as far as sweets are concerned. And this is why Kaguya appears bashful, even more bashful than usual, ‘pon reaching out towards him with the box. ❝ I actually have something for you, too ! Enenra told me that men always turn into lovestruck jelly when they receive hand - made chocolate, and even Master Susabi has agreed that this is the right way to touch someone’s heart. So... I hope that this can reach both your heart and stomach and make them equally happy. ❞
By the time her vocalization has come to an end, the soft apples of her cheeks and the tip of her nose have both been painted in the pigments of cherries and stylized hearts. ❝ Thank you for thinking about me, too... For wanting to spend this day with me. All I wish for is that this is but the first celebration that we spend together, the first of many others. ❞
