A warm rose, a hunter green and a dusky lavender
Sidanzu
A song plays and he looks for it, eyes beating a weary blink of grief as he finds no instrument or machine present to perform it. It repeats, softer this time. Delicate like a touch on his forearm, as gentle as the snow falling just outside. Looking to the cold, he lingers next to a hearth and feels nothing but the chill of grief he's had for some time now. He cannot shiver, not with the empty frame he holds upright to serve another. For it already failed once.
But with her... oh, with her.
The snow still falls but it is no longer winter. The hearth crackles brighter but it's her that provides warmth. The song repeats again and it's her mouth curved against the sound of it. The heart in his chest beats on, fragile as it ever has been unasked to change to something stronger.
She unfurls him like the flowers she adorns, pulling petals back one by one and never breaks a single one. In trade, he holds her back, supports the spine the cannot bend or weaken. Spring itself rests in his palm, her smile a light in the dreary grey, and she hums. She hums and suddenly it all feels like home again.
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