Nov-Dec Catch-All

[leafwhistle]

Who: Dionysus, Heine, Kazuha & you!
What: Catch-all for Nov-Dec 15th
When: November - December 15th
Where: Various
Warnings: Blanket for potential violence, smut, etc. Threads will have proper warnings when needed.


Kaedehara Kazuha
   🍁 [CLOSED] Setsura
   🍁 [CLOSED] Diluc
   🍁 [OPEN] Vortex of Time
   🍁 [OPEN | NSFW] Unlimited Thirst Works

Dionysus
   🍇

Heine Rammsteiner
   🗡

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[closed] Setsura

[leafwhistle]

[Sometimes, Kazuha just liked to climb someplace high up and admire the scenery. Sometimes it could inspire poetry, but other times it just helped calm his heart and put his mind at ease. He's needed it in the past year more than ever, and now he has a new conflict in his height to consider from the rooftops.

He's grown to really love Kyoto. Kyoto is still different than Narukami— autumn still finds it, things change, unlike the Eternity of Inazuma. As autumn is in full swing and the trees have been raining their red leaves for weeks now, the sight makes him more homesick, more lonely, mired in saudade.

Kazuha tucks one leg under the other, comfortable on the tiles of the high roof, out of sight of windows. Up here the birds are his only companions, and as he eats a bag of nuts and seeds, sometimes he picks out some of the best seeds— big sunflower seeds —and shells it for any bird that might be brave enough to approach.]

[chichichi]

[ There are several birds in mid-attempt to approach the human holding those precious treats. Rattle pigeons mostly, emboldened by city life, their regularly close proximity to humans, and hunger. Oh, hunger is certainly a motivator driving every hop and anything like "bravery," but not so powerful as to stay their wings when the wind whips and becomes a forceful gust ahead of some small, pitch thing that shoots through the crowd ahead of them to alight mere feet from the human holding the seeds.

The rattle pigeons take flight and scatter. A curiously deep violet eye is leveled at Kazuha and that bag, wings flapped once preceding a hop, head canted.

Almost as though that oddly colored sparrow is asking some question. ]

[leafwhistle]

[With how pushy many of the rattle pigeons were with each other, to see them suddenly shooed off by another bird isn't quite unexpected. Kazuha's hand draws back slightly in the commotion, his head ducking so that he doesn't accidentally get slapped by wings as they take flight, and then once it's calm again he looks at the newcomer.

An ayakashi, maybe? Kazuha has seen black birds around the city, like small sentinels watching people go by. He's spent some time watching them himself, from his perching high up in trees or on buildings. He feels a lot of kin with birds-- from their joyful songs and freedom to go wherever they please.

He laughs a little. He supposes the drive to get what they want is shared too.]

It seems you've earned these.

[He sets the seeds out on his palm, outstretching his hand to the sparrow so that it can take them from him with ease. Hopefully he doesn't end up cursed?]

[chichichi]

[ He won't, not making this yosuzume that sort of delightful offering.

She waits a few seconds as if being traditionally polite, canting her head in observation of the offered seeds this way and that. Her tail feathers are shaken just so as she hops forward once, twice, then flutters her wings in closing the gap. She turns her eye up at him for a moment more than any normal bird might, then accepts the offered seed with equally unusual care taken to avoid pecking his bare hand.

She chirps happily, something unusually like a song. Or is it unusual? She's no ordinary sparrow as far as he knows. ]

[leafwhistle]

[What a curious little bird.

There's an intelligence behind those eyes that sets her apart from the other birds around, though Kazuha has had little experience with yosuzume. He smiles at her, his eyes briefly closing with the softness of it, and he keeps his hand steady for her to select more seeds from.]

That's a lovely song. Would you sing more?

[chichichi]

[ The question sees her pause, and longer than the brief, coincidental moment one might expect of a normal bird. She turns her head up and cants her head at him with a chirp almost as if asking a question. She gently takes another seed or two while she seemingly waits for an answer, and she is. ]