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rainbowfic2025-05-19 01:32 pm
verylongfarewell) wrote in rainbowfic2025-05-19 01:32 pm
jasper #20; cattleya #2; calcite #23 | accommodation; adazakura
Name: Accommodation
Story: Adazakura
Colors: Jasper, calcite, cattleya
Supplies and Styles: Photography, life drawing, postcard,
Word Count: ~180
Rating: T
Warnings: N/A
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ACCOMMODATION
She has been accommodated at Izumi-chan’s house, her father is hosting celebrations tonight for the last day of harvest. Almost as if unwillingly, he had extended his invitation to her through Isamu, who dourly had assumed she would want to move on, now that there was no more work to partake in. Yet, for Izumi-chan’s sake, Natsu wants to stay. Just one more night. Isamu grunts something and goes to collect her clothes.
In the absence of a proper maid to assist, he helps her get dressed in the only formal kimono that has made it this far. He averts his eyes as he ties up her obi with hands too familiar with the bindings to not have done so a hundred times before. He has opened them as well.
Scandalous, they both know. Only Isamu is bothered by it. For all the freedoms available to him as a man, Natsu will afford herself this little thing – to look beautiful under the crescent moon, in the fields belonging to the family of a girl she loves.
It is only befitting of the moment.
Story: Adazakura
Colors: Jasper, calcite, cattleya
Supplies and Styles: Photography, life drawing, postcard,
Word Count: ~180
Rating: T
Warnings: N/A
____________________
She has been accommodated at Izumi-chan’s house, her father is hosting celebrations tonight for the last day of harvest. Almost as if unwillingly, he had extended his invitation to her through Isamu, who dourly had assumed she would want to move on, now that there was no more work to partake in. Yet, for Izumi-chan’s sake, Natsu wants to stay. Just one more night. Isamu grunts something and goes to collect her clothes.
In the absence of a proper maid to assist, he helps her get dressed in the only formal kimono that has made it this far. He averts his eyes as he ties up her obi with hands too familiar with the bindings to not have done so a hundred times before. He has opened them as well.
Scandalous, they both know. Only Isamu is bothered by it. For all the freedoms available to him as a man, Natsu will afford herself this little thing – to look beautiful under the crescent moon, in the fields belonging to the family of a girl she loves.
It is only befitting of the moment.