Adorns her fur with flowers
HIS SMILE IS PRIVATE , reserved but for the brightness inside his eyes. she can sense what sentiment bleeds loosely in this place , ashore the slopes of his shoulders. he comes carrying flowers between his fingers ( how tenderly he holds them now , as if he knew they are her love made manifest ) , his skin stained from their colour.
carnations. chrysanthemums. violets. he has plucked them & kept them close.
she watches him closely , silently , her furs spread afar & paws curled near her side. she grants whatever sprigs & petals he weaves into her living crown. every flora he bestows upon the great white - wolf’s mane only flourishes , bursting green , held deep within her heart wherein they shall stay forevermore. amaterasu - ōmikami smiles then. wolfish lips peel back to reveal her content no matter how BEASTLY her appearance may be.
not once does she attempt to hide what she truly is, not from him. he understood the bliss , the way coloured fire twirled all around the goddess. she is terrible in the fullness of her splendour.
thank you.