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It’s been a while…

ironische-rache:

She held the few leaves she caught close to her face to inspect them. A smile found its way onto her lips, as she was grinning from ear to ear. Leaves were alike people, differently formed and shaped and having their certain unique qualities to them even though they were quite subtle. The leaves seemed to captivate her for the time being, as she felt the texture of them, moving her thumb across the surfaces of each. Some had already changed colors, while a few remained the same vibrant green that she saw everyday throughout the summer.

Her attention on the leaves shortly dimminished as her ears perked up upon a voice calling out. Surely, they weren’t talking to her, right? Glancing up from her itty bitty collection, Marissa raised her focus onto a blond young man, garbed in a kimono…or was it a yukata? Gosh! She could never differentiate between the two. Whatever, it’s not like the other could tell what she was thinking at the moment. 

"You’re absolutely, positivley correct!” She exclaimed, as she turned to him now, with what she collected in hand. “They are very beautiful. They compliment one another so well, and I was awestruck truthfully. I haven’t been out much of late and since it’s nearing to winter, I haven’t been able to see much of them. So I was pleased to see how they’ve been doing.”

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Aitetsu couldn’t help but jump slightly at the sound of her cheerful voice. “Is that so? Well… if you look out from the stairs, you can see many of the colorful leaves that have yet to be carried away by the wind down here. It’s a nice view and there are lots of trees here so you’ll surely see plenty of them.” And since there are lots of trees, there’s also lots of leaves, which results in having to sweep the leaves away again and again until winter. “The work here will pile up as well and the temperature will also drop. You shouldn’t stay out here for too long, Miss, especially the night draws closer.”

It’s been a while…

ironische-rache:

atthe-solitary-shrine:

Indeed it has been a while since Aitetsu had returned to the shrine. Leaving abruptly and being unable to take care of the shrine. Although he was sure someone had taken care of it while he was away, the workload on the shrine was still piling up. The tree leaves were falling and needs to be swept, the offerings for the shrine needs to be doubled as an apology because of his absence, and cleaning up inside the house as well. Aitetsu sighs softly for what awaits him and placed his things away to grab a broom. He smiles slightly because of how familiar it felt for him to hold the broom to sweep just like how he would back then. 

A lot as happened this year and another year was about to start. Everything is a bit more busier and Aitetsu was a bit worried about how everyone was doing. He had hear that it’s been very inactive lately. He walks out his house and walked down to the shrine to sweep the fallen leaves. 
"There’s so much fallen leaves today…. I wonder if Ao-san and everyone are doing alright…. Ah, work won’t get done unless someone does it," he told himself and got right on working to sweep the broom.

Sometimes the girl pondered what vexed her on solitary nights. Everything was different, such as the water she drank or how her favorite food tasted. It was if she were someone completely new, fresh off the canvas.

Yet what troubled her the most was how much weight was on her shoulders. Every morning she awoke, sore in her calves and with her neck stiff as a board. She didn’t recall what she did, but she did feel quite tired. Tired…of what vexed her the  most, since she got healthy hours of sleep on daily occasion.

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She kept herself occupied, with her hands playing with some string and she seemed to be quite concentrated on that. Nowadays work filled up her once vacant schedules that were used for schoolwork. The years keep flying forward; things change, people change- but that won’t stop her. New beginnings, oppertunities surrounded her now and she felt excited yet nervous at the same time. Lightly did Marissa chew onto her lip, as she attempted to finagle the string into one of those string designs. However, she gave up shortly after, a sigh followed along with a puff of her cheeks.

Man, this is the worst.” She whined to herself, stuffing the string into her small purse— now noticing where she had ended up. Her eyes glimmered with awe along with her mouth ajar. She was amazed, really of how all of the colours complimented one another. It was inspiring, to be honest. She felt as if she were here once before once upon a time, but her musings stopped fully when leaves fell one by one. As she watched them fall, she reached out to grab some to possibly take home. She hadn’t noticed that she wandered onto anothers property accidentally.

Aitetsu heard the crunching sounds of leaves being stepped on and mumbling from a direction. He stopped sweeping and looks up to see the wanderer being really focused on the strings in her hand. He wondered about how people are still coming here even when he had left the shrine for a while and began to assume that the visitors never stopped coming. Aitetsu watched her actions of how she was trying to catch any of the fallen leaves. He was a bit confused for what her purpose was being here unless it would be to catch some leaves to take home. Aitetsu couldn’t help but smile when remembering about all of those other visitors that had wandered into this placed and approached the other with a smile on his face.

"Hello there, Miss. The leaves are really beautiful this season, don’t you agree?"

It’s been a while…

Indeed it has been a while since Aitetsu had returned to the shrine. Leaving abruptly and being unable to take care of the shrine. Although he was sure someone had taken care of it while he was away, the workload on the shrine was still piling up. The tree leaves were falling and needs to be swept, the offerings for the shrine needs to be doubled as an apology because of his absence, and cleaning up inside the house as well. Aitetsu sighs softly for what awaits him and placed his things away to grab a broom. He smiles slightly because of how familiar it felt for him to hold the broom to sweep just like how he would back then. 

A lot as happened this year and another year was about to start. Everything is a bit more busier and Aitetsu was a bit worried about how everyone was doing. He had hear that it’s been very inactive lately. He walks out his house and walked down to the shrine to sweep the fallen leaves. 
"There’s so much fallen leaves today…. I wonder if Ao-san and everyone are doing alright…. Ah, work won’t get done unless someone does it," he told himself and got right on working to sweep the broom.

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requiem-kaito:

 ”A frying pan? I do not think it will be that hard, I hope.” He looked at the uncooked patties. For a second, he thought about the oil used in the oil lamps he had at home, but that would cause the patties to burst into flames. He listened carefully to what Aitetsu was explaining to him. It sounded easy. “Okay… When it is done, it shall go on the other tray. I can do that. I will try my best to cook.” He used the spatula to pick up the patty, leaving it on the pan. He watched the oil become bubbly and listened to the sizzling. There was smoke, he quickly turned the patty to the other side, it was burnt.

 He reassured himself that he could get this right. Everyone makes mistakes. He heard a louder sizzling, picking up the patty with the spatula and transferred it from the pan to the tray. “I am very sorry, one side is burnt, the other side looks okay, it is slightly burnt.” He would have felt proud of himself for his first try. “Do you want me to cook the rest?”

"Yes, please!" Aitetsu responded as he walked over to see how the taller man was doing. He really was doing alright and Aitetsu felt very proud. Just thinking about eating this when everything else was done made him want that opportunity to come soon. A soft and short sigh was let out and he looks up to Requiem. "It’s alright. Nee-san did the same when she first made it for me. Even though some is burnt, Nee-san tried her very best to make it. Eating her hamburgers tasted even better with that thought. I’m very sure that you will make them taste very good too, Requiem-san!" Aitetsu smiled happily at him and watched how Requiem cooked the patties. It wasn’t hard to miss what was like a gleam from the male’s hands. He thought it was just his imagination but he confirmed it by looking at it more thoroughly by trailing his eyes trailed while staring at those hands.

"Wow…." the shrine keeper mumbled with an awe expression. "Requiem-san’s hands…." The boy wanted to touch it out of curiosity  of course. He wanted to see if those hands were warm or cold, or to see if it was real or some kind of strange metal gloves.

destructivebrainwasher:

atthe-solitary-shrine:

destructivebrainwasher:

atthe-solitary-shrine said: [[it’s beautiful btw ;;w;; pfffffff]]

 [[Lero no adnskjfan]]

[[it’s like- you wanna pap his faisu, stroke it, and watch him blow dry his hair PFFFF imsuchacreeperpffffff]]

[[I

Lero pls.]]

[[your hair must be soft too~~ pffhhh]]

destructivebrainwasher:

atthe-solitary-shrine said: [[it’s beautiful btw ;;w;; pfffffff]]

 [[Lero no adnskjfan]]

[[it’s like- you wanna pap his faisu, stroke it, and watch him blow dry his hair PFFFF imsuchacreeperpffffff]]

[[I have not been on here for a while ahaaa I’m a horrible mun 8D

Anyway- I haven’t been on here because my muse had fallen ill and is recovering. 

Also- to make it short- I’m unfollowing 1 or 2 or 3 -can’tremember- blogs because I see LOTS of OOCs (and other stuff) and I just- my muse gets sicker and dies slightly as well. I’m mostly rping on skype too. 

I’m gonna be more active on here or go on over to make a newer one and -fail- try to be more organized. I’m not the best, or perfect, or most quality rper/muse, I just rp to get out of reality sometimes. ffff 

Thank you ]]