So asked and so answered. The stars could not peek in the day the way Kiseki's eyes did in this moment, blaspheming the light of the sun for a warmth - a radiance - much deeper. There was a certain bashfulness shared between either metaphor, in any case. He couldn't quite look at Ichika for long as they paced the field of wheat adjacent to the younger's house, a shock of white like the season's final snow over the colors of spring. He almost disappeared entirely within the long stalks, but neither would really lose the other. Even as he glanced everywhere else - the sky, the clouds above, the dirt he unsettled with every shy step ... and then again, at Ichika, and away, his cheeks rosied not by embarrassment but anticipation. He was thumbing a sheathed sword of a white that could only contend with the Lady, hefting it between scrawny arms, but he held it only closer on each slow lap. Are we really gonna do this~? She giggled, the slight chill of a breeze displacing a lock of his hair. He shifted to right it. Are you suuuuure~? I might have a hard time... holding back against him, Kiseki-chan. ♡
You won't, he thought as naturally as he breathed, narrowing his eyes if only to squint through these sunrays and set Ichika's frame in the center of his sights. It's a game, isn't it, Yuki-na? She could almost scoff, but the smile that creeped along the visage of a ghost was telltale enough. We won't let this go bad. Not like last time. Resolution, and his eyes could almost bloom a spider lily. Not yet. It's going to be fun. We're just training. Let's make that a promise, okay? Let's just play a game with Icchan. Winner and loser, but no one dies.
Not today. If we have fun, we can do it again, and again. Curiosity piqued - even the Lady would manage herself for the chance of this repeating. "Is this okay with you, Icchan?" His voice didn't stutter, but the waver was clear, cracking in his throat from the threat of growth. "D-do you think you'll be okay?" Small fingers trembled down Sincerity's length, gripping it firmer as if he could settle it the way his heels dug into the earth. Okay. Okay ~. We'll play. I'll work hard too, Kiseki-chan! So please tag me in ~.
He didn't know why, but he needed to win this / he needed to lose this.
"L-let's do our bests, Icchan!" If a bell was a starting pistol.
You won't, he thought as naturally as he breathed, narrowing his eyes if only to squint through these sunrays and set Ichika's frame in the center of his sights. It's a game, isn't it, Yuki-na? She could almost scoff, but the smile that creeped along the visage of a ghost was telltale enough. We won't let this go bad. Not like last time. Resolution, and his eyes could almost bloom a spider lily. Not yet. It's going to be fun. We're just training. Let's make that a promise, okay? Let's just play a game with Icchan. Winner and loser, but no one dies.
Not today. If we have fun, we can do it again, and again. Curiosity piqued - even the Lady would manage herself for the chance of this repeating. "Is this okay with you, Icchan?" His voice didn't stutter, but the waver was clear, cracking in his throat from the threat of growth. "D-do you think you'll be okay?" Small fingers trembled down Sincerity's length, gripping it firmer as if he could settle it the way his heels dug into the earth. Okay. Okay ~. We'll play. I'll work hard too, Kiseki-chan! So please tag me in ~.
He didn't know why, but he needed to win this / he needed to lose this.
"L-let's do our bests, Icchan!" If a bell was a starting pistol.
