Hi there! I guess I wasn't following your RP blog before (or maybe you are new?) but in any event, I follow now! :D I like the overall aesthetic of your blog - very clean and matches nicely with your character's design. Would love to learn more about your character. Here's a positive question for you: For what is Amatsu most grateful for today?
(( Hey, thanks! I’ve been around for a bit, but I go through periods of quietness. Trying to break that habit now, viz. this: ))
“I am grateful,” he writes in his journal, which, of course, no one is ever supposed to read. “I am grateful today for the comforts of the home in which I write this. I am grateful for the paper on which I write this. I have always loved to write, but many have been the times in which I have been unable to requisition paper or pen when inspiration strikes. I worked on ships in the Ruby Sea prior to this life, and through events too circuitous and tumultuous to recount here, I am grateful -- fortunate -- bless’d by Providence -- to have retired from that life to one of my choosing.”
He pauses, puts his pen down, rises from his desk. He slips through one sliding screen door, pads down a hallway, and cracks another door. On the other side of that door, making a horrid mess of the bedding as he rolls around and snores, sleeps a blonde-haired miqo’te. Amatsu shuts the door, returns to his desk, picks up his pen.
“I am grateful for the companionship which I share with him who sleeps in the next room,” he writes, smirking. “Our relationship began as something rather patrician and has blossomed into something so incredibly much more edifying. I am grateful for the Things in my life, that is to be sure, and for the money which allows me to live in relative comfort and solitude. But vastly more important than Things are People, and of all the People in my life, he has become the most treasured. I’m grateful for him most of all.” Pen down, again, now. He shuts the little black book and tucks it under a stack of tomes nearby; rises; ascends the stairs. Now it’s time to train. He lets the boy sleep in (late night last night, don’tchano) and, as he grabs his sword off the mantle, thinks about breakfast.
