#HELLO I'M SO LUCKY TO HAVE SUCH A COOL COUSIN <3 (/g)

[seelestia]

OH, LORD. OH, GOOD LORD. RIN JIE, THIS IS AMAZING??? literally cradling this to my chest so tightly rn 😭 ty for this, my harbinger of tears *sobs* <3

NOW LET ME RAMBLE MY HEART OUT DOWN BELOW, AHEM.

"and leave my responsibilities like an irresponsible adult?" ayato gives his sister a bitter smile, "you know i cannot do such a thing, given my position."

the young lady bows her head in shame and apology, but the soft pat of her older sibling's hand on top of her head tells her that he wasn't mad at all.

"besides, she would have hit me for doing so. don't you think?"

"ah...," a small smile blooms on shirasagi himegimi's lips, as a voice replays at the back of her head - a familiar voice chastising her brother for deliberately skipping a small fraction of work in favor of spending time with her, just after their engagement was finalized.

THIS. this hurts in the subtlest of ways. i can just taste the self-deprecation, the bitter truth in ayato's voice; that his responsibilities have, and perhaps, will always be far greater than his own needs. and of course, the very time he wanted to abandon his desk and look for you, is when said realization decides to come.

and when ayato goes to buy the bouquet like he does every year, despite knowing all too well that you've disappeared, it just kind of hit me that he is grieving. trudging through the streets to look for flowers that remind him of you — what is once a tradition for him every year, now becomes a means of temporary escape from the responsibilities as he drowns himself here in the memories of you. pathetic, isn't it? but when he catches a glimpse of the ring on his finger, one that matches yours, he'll allow himself to have this quiet moment of woe to himself. just this once.

he is only human, after all.

ayato, my love, i probably just knocked my head somewhere and fell asleep in a box by the docks of ritou or smth. come find me there (/j)

homecoming

◇ a/n ◇ A VERY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY CUTEST COUSIN SLASH SAMOYED PUPPY LIA @seelestia!!!! 💐🎊🎉

i am wishing you all the best in life and in this joyous day i would like to congratulate you by the bestest present of all-

a n g s t  :)

that's right it's your favorite harbinger of tears &lt;3

◇ characters ◇ ayato

◇ tags ◇ angst (but it doesn't hurt that bad i promise i'm no monster <3), fem pronouns used for reader

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

every thirteenth of the tenth month, lord kamisato ayato always purchases a large number of flowers.

every flower vendor in inazuma city knows of this. it has become somewhat of a tradition for them to set up their freshest, loveliest flowers in front of their shops the day before, when the yashiro commisioner himself will personally visit and choose one shop that catches his eye, to place a ginormous order of a collection of flowers for the next day. the cost of such a bountiful and lavishly decorated bouquet, spruced up with only the best silk ribbons and the most intricate wrapping papers, could probably feed a normal peasant family for a whole two weeks.

though none has truly witnessed him giving you the gift directly, they are quite convinced that the gift is merely one of the many presents that kamisato ayato purchased for you - his beloved lover.

and so this year, it was a shock for them to see the lord of the clan unyieldingly following the tradition.

as usual, ayato surveys the selection of flowers in front of the various stalls. and if the selection of beautiful blooms were less than the year before, he does not show any sign of disappointment. with a neutral expression on his handsome face, he ever so gracefully walks towards the one shop that catches his fancy - one with camellias and [flower]s displayed outside - and places an order for an extravagant bouquet to be sent to the kamisato residence, at eight am sharp tomorrow. the shopkeeper nods and gives him a wry smile, but dares not ask further.

when the florist brings the assembled order the next day, you do not open the door to welcome them, unlike the previous few years back when the same shop was selected to undergo the same task. instead of your cheerful smile which turns into a bashful giggle upon seeing the large present, the esteemed younger lady of the clan is the one who accepts the delivery with a solemn smile.

ayaka thanks them politely and scurries back inside. her steps are hurried but her arms carefully try to balance the enormous item, making sure she doesn't accidentally damage any of the beautiful plants.

she arrives at your office soon after and manages to somehow knock after maneuvering the bouquet in her arms. after a short wait, she slides the door open and meets her brother's eyes.

you're nowhere in sight.

with a heavy exhale, the shorter sibling steps into the room and closes the door behind her. ayato accepts the outlandishly large bunch of flowers with a smile, although his eyes stay darkened and cold as the ice that spawns from his sister's cryo vision.

there is no exchange of words. ayaka watches silently as her brother turns to face your desk, which is still a tad messy, as if you've just worked on there and had just left for a bathroom break. no one had dared to clean it up, for the master of the house himself had sternly commanded for it to stay untouched. and she understands.

for it is one of the last few traces that's left of you in the estate.

ayato's eyes are affixed on the photo frame on your desk. one that displays you and him on your first anniversary, with you laughing at the kamera and himself sporting the same smile, only that instead of looking into the lens of the contraption, he was looking at you. there's clear adoration and love in his eyes, both within the picture and within his eyes that are reflecting the print itself.

"brother...," ayaka starts, pauses, and continues when she receives no interruptions, "forgive my presumptuousness... however, i still think you should join the search for-"

"and leave my responsibilities like an irresponsible adult?" ayato gives his sister a bitter smile, "you know i cannot do such a thing, given my position."

the young lady bows her head in shame and apology, but the soft pat of her older sibling's hand on top of her head tells her that he wasn't mad at all.

"besides, she would have hit me for doing so. don't you think?"

"ah...," a small smile blooms on shirasagi himegimi's lips, as a voice replays at the back of her head - a familiar voice chastising her brother for deliberately skipping a small fraction of work in favor of spending time with her, just after their engagement was finalized.

"... she will always find her way back to us," the soft blue-haired man says, both to convince himself and reassure his only family left, "we just have to keep trying and believing."

"y-yes. yes, you are right."

"...."

ayato places the bouquet of flowers on your desk and grazes his fingers tenderly across the polished frame of your picture together, before exiting the room with ayaka in tow.

— happy birthday, my love. i know you are alive out there, somewhere. please hold on for me. let us celebrate this occasion next year in each other's arms.

a petal of your favorite flower falls onto the floor.

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