[ There was no particular deep meaning behind her action of giving him the piece of grass, but it was more to empathize her point in how nothing in the world was pointless and how everything was beautiful and pure in its own way. Staring out at the view from her spot between Miketsukami’s legs, she allows for the scenery to burn itself into her mind for many more years to come - she wanted to remember everything that she saw this day, as well as the memory itself. The scenery was, to say the least, breath-taking despite how to most it would look dull or boring. She really did love Autumn, the orange leaves especially that gradually began to fall off of the trees. Even if the weather was chilly at most, she didn’t hate the chills it would give her body every now and again as she buried herself further into Miketsukami’s hold on her.
Every month was a reminder of sorts to her - a reminder of the first day she met Miketsukami under the guise as Kagerou. In that moment, she was reminded of her favourite classical piece by Andre Gagnon as she begins to hum ‘Comme au Premier Jour’ to herself, lost in the happiness of spending quality time with the person she loved. Everything around the both of them was dyed a beautiful sunset orange to show that, yes, it really was Autumn - even the water held more beauty than how it usually did for it seemed to shine more whilst surrounded by the different shades of orange and reds. In some ways, the colours looked as though everything around them was on fire when, in actuality, nothing was set aflame at all. Around them were even sweet osmanthus’ which, much alike many things today, reminded her of one of the letters she sent to ‘Kagerou’ when she was younger than she was today.
“Are you familair with the scent of fragrant olives? I’m sure you’ll know it once you smell it.”
Those days... those days really were the times she felt happiest when she exchanged letters with Miketsukami. He was a gentle person in his letters, and she really did like him for he tried to connect with her on many levels - when she told him to read a book, he would read it. When she told him to listen to a piece of music? He would also listen to that. Despite her strange topics, he would always write back to her, even if all she talked about was what type of bed she was going to buy and which ones she would avoid. She remembered those days well as those letters were the one thing that seperated herself from her life in the Shirakiin shrine and her life from school. She was bullied mercilessly at that time which, come to think of it, was the time she began forming her bad habit. At the beginning of their letter exchanges? She wasn’t like how she was now. She was innocent and, yes, quite sad. But Miketsukami helped her somewhat, even if he didn’t realise.
And then the letters stopped, and her heart broke. Nothing was giving her piece of mind anymore, and she had to learn to face things. She couldn’t hide away anymore, and so... she changed herself. She turned herself into what the Shirakiin’s wanted her to be - she wasn’t ‘Ririchiyo’ anymore, but ‘Shirakiin Ririchiyo’.
Upon hearing Miketsukami’s gentle words, she snaps herself out of her revere as she stares up at him with a childlike expression of curosity. He would do everything his power to make any and all her wishes become a reality once winter reaches this world...? What did he mean by that? She didn’t entirely understand if her clueless expression was anything to go by as she remains staring up at him, almost in a world entirely of her own. That was, until he opened the bag of treats in front of her view.
Huffing, she turns her gaze elsewhere as to show that she was back to her usual default haughtiness.] Do whatever you like, I don’t particularly care what you do so long as it doesn’t involve something lewd in form of nature. Haven’t I already told you? You’re an adult, so you don’t have to ask me if it’s alright to do something or not.
[ Taking one treat out of the bag, she begins to eat it delicately while staring up at Miketsukami’s form from the corner of her eye. ] Th-Thank you for the food.
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Every month was a reminder of sorts to her - a reminder of the first day she met Miketsukami under the guise as Kagerou. In that moment, she was reminded of her favourite classical piece by Andre Gagnon as she begins to hum ‘Comme au Premier Jour’ to herself, lost in the happiness of spending quality time with the person she loved. Everything around the both of them was dyed a beautiful sunset orange to show that, yes, it really was Autumn - even the water held more beauty than how it usually did for it seemed to shine more whilst surrounded by the different shades of orange and reds. In some ways, the colours looked as though everything around them was on fire when, in actuality, nothing was set aflame at all. Around them were even sweet osmanthus’ which, much alike many things today, reminded her of one of the letters she sent to ‘Kagerou’ when she was younger than she was today.
“Are you familair with the scent of fragrant olives? I’m sure you’ll know it once you smell it.”
Those days... those days really were the times she felt happiest when she exchanged letters with Miketsukami. He was a gentle person in his letters, and she really did like him for he tried to connect with her on many levels - when she told him to read a book, he would read it. When she told him to listen to a piece of music? He would also listen to that. Despite her strange topics, he would always write back to her, even if all she talked about was what type of bed she was going to buy and which ones she would avoid. She remembered those days well as those letters were the one thing that seperated herself from her life in the Shirakiin shrine and her life from school. She was bullied mercilessly at that time which, come to think of it, was the time she began forming her bad habit. At the beginning of their letter exchanges? She wasn’t like how she was now. She was innocent and, yes, quite sad. But Miketsukami helped her somewhat, even if he didn’t realise.
And then the letters stopped, and her heart broke. Nothing was giving her piece of mind anymore, and she had to learn to face things. She couldn’t hide away anymore, and so... she changed herself. She turned herself into what the Shirakiin’s wanted her to be - she wasn’t ‘Ririchiyo’ anymore, but ‘Shirakiin Ririchiyo’.
Upon hearing Miketsukami’s gentle words, she snaps herself out of her revere as she stares up at him with a childlike expression of curosity. He would do everything his power to make any and all her wishes become a reality once winter reaches this world...? What did he mean by that? She didn’t entirely understand if her clueless expression was anything to go by as she remains staring up at him, almost in a world entirely of her own. That was, until he opened the bag of treats in front of her view.
Huffing, she turns her gaze elsewhere as to show that she was back to her usual default haughtiness.] Do whatever you like, I don’t particularly care what you do so long as it doesn’t involve something lewd in form of nature. Haven’t I already told you? You’re an adult, so you don’t have to ask me if it’s alright to do something or not.
[ Taking one treat out of the bag, she begins to eat it delicately while staring up at Miketsukami’s form from the corner of her eye. ] Th-Thank you for the food.