[open] A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

[cullscuttlefish]

WHO: Feferi Peixes (cullscuttlefish), Martha Jones (yearthatneverwas), Tsukino Usagi (eternalfuture), Sakuya Izayoi (perfectandelegant), Seiga Kaku (desiredriven), and YOU.
WHAT: ~love is blooming~ event
WHERE: Anywhere in Mayfield
WHEN: Anytime during the event
WARNING(S): Kissing. Lots of kissing. Sloppy makeouts, even.

[OOC: How this works? Post a thread - or I'll post one if we have plans - and specify in the subject who you want and when/where. Flower-induced shenanigans will ensue.]

A world of grief and pain:
Flowers bloom;
Even then ...

We humans--
squirming around
among the blossoming flowers.

In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.

Comments

[desiredriven]

I've never felt better, Miko-sama. Never at all.

[She leans in a little more.]

And you?

[true_administrator]

There certainly seems to be an amicable air about, so I do feel better. And the warmer environment is better for my condition.

[... Well apparently Seiga wants to... kiss her? Why does she need to feel so roundabout doing it?]

If you wish to take your place in my bed, Seiga, all you have to do is say so.

[desiredriven]

The air is rather nice, isn't it? Less filled with death and decay. The scent of flowers is certainly a welcome change, and I'm glad to see that you're feeling better.

[That, she does. And being roundabout? Well, Seiga never did do anything directly.]

In that case, let me say it this way:

[There's that kiss.]

[true_administrator]

[Ah so Seiga did...

Well, Miko still isn't entirely sure why she feels like something is... very off about her mentor, but she takes the kiss as she usually does, returning it, happily, even. She even goes a step further to let her hands slide around Seiga's waist, holding in return loosely.

Even if, somewhere in her mind, she's wondering when the cold press of steel is going to hit her spine]

[desiredriven]

[There won't be any press of cold steel, no knife blade, nothing. Only the press of Seiga's hands - and only her hands - as they move to Miko's back, holding her closer. Why hadn't she done this before? There was no reason not to.]

[true_administrator]

[Well... well. Alright. Wary though she is - because this is so very not sitting right with her - she finds herself relaxing a bit more into it, allowing things to take on a more heated... though not too far... tone. They're immortal, who needs to breathe, right? Except she has to keep in mind that, at some point, she'll have to stop before people start staring.

Not that they wouldn't anyway. But there's exhibitionism and then there's that.]