Melody of Memories
The air was quiet, as the time was still barely dawn, most living beings all laid asleep in their peaceful home, shielded by the night and enveloped with the darkness as the sun had gone to rest and yet to rise in signalling the start of the new day. Even the atmosphere around your home was still dark out, first light of the day still hadn’t risen from the horizon line and the movement was still, nothing could be detected in the dawn where people yearned for their rest. However, despite the early time that presented there, within the bedroom that laid the figures of two, one significantly larger and taller than another, with his arms wrapping around the smaller frame which cuddle closer to his chest and form, face burying into his broader chest while soft steady breathing sound could be heard amidst the silence that laced the unmoving air, there was a small movement other than the rising and falling of chest.
It was peaceful to say the least.
She had come to sleep a little later than usual, seemingly still not used to how body was functioning during the dreaded submission times and truth to be told she was rather sad about the passing few weeks or so. Mainly how she felt her hard work isn’t going to show as much result as the effort put in, this she knew and rather the emotional exhaustion rendered her body in much fatigue as it is so that, coupled with how she felt tired more than usual had lead her to slumber for the duration of the morning that happened. Her form instinctively curled when she detected a foreign heat source that was not her own, nuzzling to the chest that she had so often did prior to the haywire of schedules as she unknowingly drifted on in slumber, unaware of the presence and the gaze of the man she was snuggled close with.
"mn.." a soft moan in her sleep at the feeling of a softness that touched her hair before she shied away from it, burying her face more to his chest and fingers gripped in slight at what felt to be fabric. Well.. it smells really nice anyways so.. there it is really. And there was that sound.. just softly pounding in the distance. It sounded really calming.. what was it? A knock? No… A calling? It sounds like its calling— whatever that was…—oh.
Thank you, Mei.
A Bag of Kisses : Birthday Drabble
It was but a usual sunday and one that didn’t bring anything different in terms of appearance or weather. But in actual fact it was one that was -very- special. One where the world brought someone into the world more than two decades ago— some she would today call her better half. The person himself was catching up with his sleep— lately his schedule had been more and more hectic as it was nearing the end of the year and for the busy School Nurse / President, that meant end of year exams and preparing for the upcoming school holidays indeed. He was a buys man and lately his appearance was very much scarce— though she was thankful enough he came home every night and held her to sleep; something that she wasn’t going to complain in the least for. She knew he was a busy man and honestly, with school on her end, it has her tied up pert much everyday as well— thug of course that didn’t stop her from remembering her own fiance’s birthday. It was certainly a special day, though knowing the man himself he’d forgot it or something. He didn’t place much importance or remembrance when it comes to things about himself as compared to her where he somehow found the time and energy remembering every single detail at hand— surprisingly so.
I forgot to publish this yesterday. Of course the only man that seizes the opportunity to take up my challenge of ‘rattle the old maid reryu’ where this came out apparently.
Please refer to my activity bar on tumblr for my heart rate:
This is a public service announcement that just because the fandoms aren’t as active don’t mean muses are the same. stay save fangirls.
It’s not about the kissing, holding hands, the dates, the sex, and showing off. It’s about being with someone who makes you happy in a way that no one else can. It’s about being with someone who accepts you and your weirdness. It’s about being yourself around them and they can be their self around you.
merciless….. too strong…. a word……………………………
too strong…. a word…..
D-Darling— its—— its banging MERCILESSLY. How is that— too strong—
WHAT IS YOUR GAUGE FOR SUCH THINGS OMG KOTA WTH SDKHFVSKDHFVKSHDFKSHDVFKHSDFKSVDKFSKHDF WHAT HAVE I DONE—- THAT REBLOG WAS TO TTEASE LIOLFU NOT FOR ME— NO I’M NOT CUTE OMG KSHDFVSKDHVFSKHFKSHSDSK NO !!!KHDSVFKVHSDFKHSDF HOW CAN— KOTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!DKHSVFSKDHFHSDFHSDKSDKHFSDKHFSKDFKHVKHSDVFHKSVDKFSVHDFSDFKSHDFVSDKHFSKHDFKSHDFSVDKHFVSDKHFSKHDFSDVFKHSDVFKHSDVFKHSVDKHFVSKDHFVKSDHFS YOUR PHEROMONES ARE NOT DIMINISHING ITS BEEN A YEAR!!! A YEAR AND MORE!!! WHAT AM I MISSING HERE:!?!!?BKDSVFKHDFKDHFKSDFVKHSDFKHSDFKHSDFKHSDFKHSDKFHSKDHVKSHDFVKSHDFSDF GOOD GOD— HOLY MOTER—SDFKHSVFHKSDFHSVSDKHFVKSHDFVKSDFKHSVDKFVSDKHFVSKHDFVKSHDFVHKSDVFHKSDVFHKSDFVDSFVKSDSKHFVSDKHFVKSDHFVKSHDFVKHSDVFKHSDVFKSHDFVKSHDFVHKSDFSVKDFKSVDKVDFHKSDVFHKDSFSFVKSHDVFKHSDVFHKSDVKHSVFKHSDVFKHSDVFHKSDVHKFSVDKHFVDSKHFVHKSDF
YOU. MR. HOSHIZUKI. ARE MUCH TOO LETHAL— HOW ARE YOU A SCHOOL NURSE AGAIN YOU SHIT HOT DAMN OMGSKDHFSVDKHFVSKDHFVSKHDFKSHVFKHSDVFKHSDFKSDFVHKSDFSDVFKHSVDFKSVDKHFVSKFVKHSDVFKSHVSDFK
Imagine your favorite character in a yukata and, if their hair is long enough, the traditional pony tail or braid style as they walk around a Summer Festival with you
Izumi Shikibu, “Even If I Now Saw You,” from The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan, translated by Jane Hirshfield(Vintage, 1990)
" A good relationship is with someone who knows all your insecurities and imperfections but still loves you for who you are. "