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thenearshore2016-08-18 08:21 am
spes_phthisica) wrote in thenearshore2016-08-18 08:21 am
[CLOSED] Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light
Who: Hijikata and Souji
What: First meeting... as far as Souji knows, that is
When: Before the intro mingle
Where: The Hachiman temple
Warnings: Trauma, death, tuberculosis, violence
***
His feet are bare. The texture of the tatami mat against them feels familiar somehow, comfortable. Someone has left a door open somewhere, and he can feel the scent of cherry blossoms, and hear the sound of water. The yukata he's wearing is clean and crisp white, and for a moment, this confuses him. As if he'd expected to see something else. His hair brushes across his back as he moves, flowing loosely.
These are all the things he knows. Before this moment, in this room, there was nothing. Nothing at all, except... "Okita Souji." He murmurs the name under his breath. His name, the one he had during his life, and which has followed him in death.
He's dead.
It's not a particularly scary thought. People aren't really scared of being dead anyway, are they? They're usually scared of the dying. But that has already happened, and Souji doesn't even remember it, and so death in itself is just a fact, nothing more. Death is as present as the sound of water, it can't be ignored, but it also doesn't harm him.
He takes a few steps forward. Didn't he hear the tail end of a conversation just now, too muffled to decipher, and a door sliding somewhere? He should probably go there. If there's someone here, he's probably meant to talk to them, right? Why else is he there? And so moving in the direction where he thinks the voices came from, he slides open the first door he comes across, and steps inside.
There's a man there, seated on the floor. Souji feels his heart starting to beat faster, feels a joy he can't quite understand or contain, and he knows he's where he's supposed to be. "I'm here!"
What: First meeting... as far as Souji knows, that is
When: Before the intro mingle
Where: The Hachiman temple
Warnings: Trauma, death, tuberculosis, violence
***
His feet are bare. The texture of the tatami mat against them feels familiar somehow, comfortable. Someone has left a door open somewhere, and he can feel the scent of cherry blossoms, and hear the sound of water. The yukata he's wearing is clean and crisp white, and for a moment, this confuses him. As if he'd expected to see something else. His hair brushes across his back as he moves, flowing loosely.
These are all the things he knows. Before this moment, in this room, there was nothing. Nothing at all, except... "Okita Souji." He murmurs the name under his breath. His name, the one he had during his life, and which has followed him in death.
He's dead.
It's not a particularly scary thought. People aren't really scared of being dead anyway, are they? They're usually scared of the dying. But that has already happened, and Souji doesn't even remember it, and so death in itself is just a fact, nothing more. Death is as present as the sound of water, it can't be ignored, but it also doesn't harm him.
He takes a few steps forward. Didn't he hear the tail end of a conversation just now, too muffled to decipher, and a door sliding somewhere? He should probably go there. If there's someone here, he's probably meant to talk to them, right? Why else is he there? And so moving in the direction where he thinks the voices came from, he slides open the first door he comes across, and steps inside.
There's a man there, seated on the floor. Souji feels his heart starting to beat faster, feels a joy he can't quite understand or contain, and he knows he's where he's supposed to be. "I'm here!"