#ryakketsu

[exfujin]

@ryakketsu replied to your post:        ❝  yesterday it was ‘top’ or ‘bottom’,...

“P-please, do feel free to disregard it–”

         ❝  you’re familiar with the subject, Seimei-dono... ? ❞

[pinksaltfreckles]

@ryakketsu

“I did not think I would ever serve another master...yet, I’m certain that it is suitable that the master I ended up serving is the famed Abe no Seimei my master spoke to me of,” the Kyuubei mused idly.

[momijinosensux]

"So you are Kaede." Yes, he recalls Yasunori's talk of the young onmyoji-to-be. "I am Abe no Seimei. Yasunori-sama has spoken highly of you, so I look forward to working with you in the future," speaks the elder, smiling that gentle smile of his as he bows.

@ryakketsu

             「 ☽ 」Honestly, he didn’t expect to be approached by Seimei– let alone, talked to. In fact, it almost spooked the poor boy but it was for that he just had recently started to get social interactions again after so many years, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous around people. Not that he didn’t wanted around, it would simply take him some time to adjust before being fully comfortable. Fingers ended up toying with the ends of his sleeves while he tried to gather some courage to actually look up.

            ..Okay, progress. He was only avoiding eye contact now. Though, he couldn’t help but wonder what had been said-- after all, Kaede didn’t believe that he was worth anything.

            “Ah.. P-Pardon me, Seimei-sama.. but I think Yasunori-sama’s praise went to the wrong person.” He spoke, his tone soft despite his small stutter. 

[exfujin]

ryakketsu started following you

this is not a drill

[numinousdread-a]

@ryakketsu​ / Abe no Seimei ! / from here.

         "If you merely intend to stare, then I won't stop you.” He had work to do, after all; Seimei shouldn’t allow himself to be distracted so easily. “But... the weather is much more enjoyable from down here. Won’t you join me?”

       𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 with his power, the leaves singing from one branch to the next. It shakes the cherry blossoms and makes fragrant, pink petals dance upon the wind within Seimei’s courtyard. One dares to kiss the onmyoji’s shoulder, another blends itself into Ren’s open yukata. 

❝     Seimei-dono ...    ❞ Fujin starts again, and his sleeves shake out as he descends to the side of his low table, eye tracing over the painting upon it. He reaches for the pestle and begins grinding it into the small dish.   ❝     You need more ink for this. Let me help, rather than let my gaze be distracted ...     ❞

It is his manner of expressing how he missed the mortal’s company.

[exfujin]

Traces the curve of a beautiful cheek with his fingertips. "Black hair suits you just as well as your lighter colors."

        AH…WHAT AN UNEXPECTED TOUCH! How it sends a delightful little shock throughout the kami’s body; his very mortal feeling skin, whereupon the kyoto passerby could consider him to be any ordinary young man if not for the sharp ears, unnatural eyes, and lingering aura of something….else. But Seimei is of course no average man. He could sense who the black haired soldier standing in his courtyard was before he had even opened his mouth. His confirming touch and words only makes the leaves in the grass rise up and dance, settling upon their shoulders afterwards in brief relief. For Ichimoku Ren’s part, he simply smiles and turns a pink eye upon the onmyoji.

❝  Does it ? I never much think to appear this way, but …  ❞

[exfujin]

i'd like to speak to your manager

I am the manager.

[katatede]

"Have you been running in the bushes, Ibaraki Doji?" It isn't far-fetched to figure that such long, wild locks could be troublesome, so to see it punctuated with fallen leaves and broken twigs is, while an amusing sight, nothing very surprising. Seimei does not dare chuckle, though, and only settles instead for an endeared sort of smile; the onmyoji reaches, on his toes, to pluck at what debris he can reach. "Playing with the young ones, perhaps...?"

He ducks his a bit, so he can reach better, and smiles fondly. “Well...” he doesn’t need to say anymore for the onmyoji to know he was dead on the money. Ibaraki has a soft spot for kids and by now the whole of kyo knows it, which means when he is there, the often nag him to play.

                                            ....he can’t help but oblige.

“Would you be happier if Iet you brush it?” he asks, sounding amused at Seimei’s attempts to get the debris out of his mane.