threads of fate
closed starter for @saishubuki
The city bustled around her, alive with the sounds and sights of people moving this way and that, chattering, discussing, arguing. It was life. It was messy and dirty and beautiful and it was life. Humanity was not meant to be ruled by clothing—she had always understood that, of course, but manipulating her mother into trusting her had required Satsuki to adopt certain tasteless ideals. She’d done it for so long, wearing that mask so convincingly, that at more than one point, she’d started to believe it.
She knew better now. What she had always know to be truth had been forced to the surface by her sister and an amazing set of clothing. Two amazing sets of clothing, Satsuki considered as she ordered a chai latte and headed for a table at her favorite coffee shop. The tables were jam-packed and she was certain she would have to stand until she caught sight of an open space at an already-occupied table just beside the sidewalk, which was also filled to capacity with happily nattering pedestrians.
“Excuse me,” Satsuki said in her firm timbre, “is this seat available?”
