Post by Utaku Hisui on Feb 26, 2018 2:24:35 GMT -5
Hisui wore a smile on her face.
Certain activities the evening before had washed out an old fear of hers. A memory she'd rather she didn't have was finally put behind her, replaced by something more pleasant. More pleasing. More powder blue with black veins. Little by little, she found Fuyuko and the relationship taking more prominence. Her past began to haunt her less, her nightmares dwelt more on a lack of closure than the things she had to endure. She found it pleasing, but also something similar the therapeutic. While she still had some trouble finding a Kuni she was willing to speak to about her issues, she could at least work through them with the woman she saw as her wife in all but the legal sense of the word.
Today, she'd invited Doji Fuyuko to join her in the dojo. In the corner of one of the many training rooms, she laid out a thermos with cold brew coffee. Enough for the two of them, along with those beautiful cups she purchased. There was a small basket of tuna sandwiches and riceballs filled with salmon. They could enjoy a quick meal right there. Her phone is hooked up to a pair of portable speakers, playing some music she enjoyed listening to.
Though, as she took a practice weapon from the rack, she thought it might be a good idea for them to work up an appetite first. So she practices a few kata as she waits for her lover to arrive.
Certain activities the evening before had washed out an old fear of hers. A memory she'd rather she didn't have was finally put behind her, replaced by something more pleasant. More pleasing. More powder blue with black veins. Little by little, she found Fuyuko and the relationship taking more prominence. Her past began to haunt her less, her nightmares dwelt more on a lack of closure than the things she had to endure. She found it pleasing, but also something similar the therapeutic. While she still had some trouble finding a Kuni she was willing to speak to about her issues, she could at least work through them with the woman she saw as her wife in all but the legal sense of the word.
Today, she'd invited Doji Fuyuko to join her in the dojo. In the corner of one of the many training rooms, she laid out a thermos with cold brew coffee. Enough for the two of them, along with those beautiful cups she purchased. There was a small basket of tuna sandwiches and riceballs filled with salmon. They could enjoy a quick meal right there. Her phone is hooked up to a pair of portable speakers, playing some music she enjoyed listening to.
Though, as she took a practice weapon from the rack, she thought it might be a good idea for them to work up an appetite first. So she practices a few kata as she waits for her lover to arrive.
