#what's shared

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my July 23rd (I know) post here; Echoes - 3 - Warmth (now retitled to Echoes - 3 - What's Shared) for @tamsinswriting, @auburnlaughter, @violet-prism-creatively, thanks! This one has been stubborn. ._.

Niko paused, making a curious sound, and Yoshi plucked at the sloppy bow he’d tied in front of himself. He didn’t explain, only untied the obi, nudged Niko to turn, slipping behind him, and tied it properly. ‟Huh.” Niko smoothed his hands over the flat band it made at his waist as Yoshi moved back around him. Yoshi shook his head, amused, and led Niko back along into the house proper, glad of the warmth of his own heavy kimono - the bathhouse was steamy warm, but the winter chill had seeped into the rest of the house. It radiated through his tabi from the wood of the engawa; the tatami inside offered little more insulation, but it still helped. The house was quiet, save for Niko’s steps shadowing his own - a small disturbance that settled comfortably into the rhythm of the otherwise deserted house; a ripple that only added dimension. Yoshi let himself appreciate it as he usually appreciated the quiet of his home. Yoshi’s father had kept several full time servants, but while Yoshi could have followed that example, as a young man yet unmarried and without family, only his devotion to what he had always felt was his calling, it had felt overly indulgent

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my July 30th post here; Echoes 3 - What's Shared (was Warmth) for @auburnlaughter and @phantom-z0ne, thanks!

Yoshi, for the most part, did for himself, and enjoyed the small, peaceful mundane tasks of keeping his own house. The irori was nothing more than coals, where a house servant would have kept it for him, or at least assured he would return to warmth - but he had left it safely banked, easy to stoke once more into a warming blaze. Niko sat at his side, relaxing slowly as the merry flickering of the flames warmed the room around them. It was comfortable, meditative, especially as silence settled around them with the peculiar softness that came to the world with snow. After they shared a simple meal, and Niko had declined a guest room in favour of staying by the irori, Yoshi found himself fighting a doze in the companionable warmth. And nearly sinking onto Niko’s shoulder.