--I see-- Tenpou's words lance through the chaotic tumble of Goujun's mind, and Tenpou's thoughts come sliding helplessly after--how non-attachment is the Kami way but Tenpou is hardly like the rest--Tenpou's concern that their involvement endangers Goujun--how Goujun and his distinctly un-kami personality breathe interest, meaning into an otherwise tedious existence--and then, very clearly, I cannot bear the thought of being without him--
"Tenpou," Goujun says, aloud, and it is almost jarring to break the outer silence. The thought-bond is terribly intimate; glimpsing these private inner workings of his young Kami has left Goujun somewhat shaken--because Tenpou never displays any hint of vulnerability or raw emotion this way--and yet warmly pleased all the same to feel how deeply he matters to Tenpou.
"Do you regret being with me?" Tenpou asks then, straightforward and serious.
He doesn't have to ponder that at all. "No," he asserts, forcefully; it may be a foolish and inadvisable risk but even should time wind backward and afford him the chance to ride a different wind regarding Tenpou, he knows he would heed the urgings of his soul all over again.
Then I suggest we learn to 'block and knock', and make the best of this, Tenpou projects, determined bemusement overriding the unsettled emotions deeper down. With a bit more control, it might even be fun.
Goujun blinks. Fun? Already, conversing without speaking has begun to feel somewhat natural.
Tenpou adjusts his glasses primly, but there's a quirk of mischief in his smile, in the cant of his thoughts. "Just imagine the private conversations we can have during those stuffy meetings we suffer through each month," he sighs, with transparently-false innocence, and Goujun realizes--with equal parts foreboding and anticipation--that nothing will ever be quite the same again.
~*~ In another life, at another time, a young white dragon comes under the care of a youkai who used to be human and neither of them thinks it the least bit odd that somehow they can communicate, can understand one another, without the slightest difficulty.
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Date: 2012-09-26 02:08 am (UTC)"Tenpou," Goujun says, aloud, and it is almost jarring to break the outer silence. The thought-bond is terribly intimate; glimpsing these private inner workings of his young Kami has left Goujun somewhat shaken--because Tenpou never displays any hint of vulnerability or raw emotion this way--and yet warmly pleased all the same to feel how deeply he matters to Tenpou.
"Do you regret being with me?" Tenpou asks then, straightforward and serious.
He doesn't have to ponder that at all. "No," he asserts, forcefully; it may be a foolish and inadvisable risk but even should time wind backward and afford him the chance to ride a different wind regarding Tenpou, he knows he would heed the urgings of his soul all over again.
Then I suggest we learn to 'block and knock', and make the best of this, Tenpou projects, determined bemusement overriding the unsettled emotions deeper down. With a bit more control, it might even be fun.
Goujun blinks. Fun? Already, conversing without speaking has begun to feel somewhat natural.
Tenpou adjusts his glasses primly, but there's a quirk of mischief in his smile, in the cant of his thoughts. "Just imagine the private conversations we can have during those stuffy meetings we suffer through each month," he sighs, with transparently-false innocence, and Goujun realizes--with equal parts foreboding and anticipation--that nothing will ever be quite the same again.
~*~
In another life, at another time, a young white dragon comes under the care of a youkai who used to be human and neither of them thinks it the least bit odd that somehow they can communicate, can understand one another, without the slightest difficulty.