thehometree | Glimmer, glitter, shine...

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Glimmer, glitter, shine...

One by one, new adventurers now arrive in the Tree. As one gain wings and rises to the second floor, another light brings in the next person. Soon, a steady stream of people from all kinds of worlds, times and realities come to join the others. Whether confused, angry, excited or scared, your arrival is welcomed with nothing but joy as the fireflies and glow worms descend to greet their new friends.

The Tree offers no explanation and no reason, but the truth is undeniable.

As you will soon realize, it isn't easy to be tiny.

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What Yoshitsugu wanted to talk about was a lot less... heavy than that, though he had somewhat anticipated that things would go this way. Takatora wasn't one to expose the delicate parts of himself very often, but faced with this it was probably hard to do anything but dwell on his wounds.

Tilting his head, Yoshitsugu reached out with one hand to grab one of Takatora's wrists and pull it close to him. His expression was somehow as serene and calm as usual, except that being able to see his lips exposed Yoshitsugu's content smile.

"I am very happy that you gave me an end, Takatora, though I did not deserve it."

Turning Takatora's hand over, Yoshitsugu briefly kissed his palm before letting the hand go in full and straightening up on his chair. Of course Takatora had coped, he'd had every faith in that. When one put so much into the idea of living on being the greatest thing one could do it had to be the case.

Whether Takatora would cope a second time, however? That was less certain.

"If there's nothing else to discuss on the matter, then we should discuss the beds. Only screens divide them into different areas."

He waved a hand dismissively.

"Unless you wish to sleep in your own area? If so we can leave them as they are."

There was an intake of breath at that gesture, before Takatora shook his head at Yoshitsugu's following comments. It was simple: he did not want to be alone. Though he had no plans to voice it, he needed the reminder that this was all real, and not the manifestation of his lonely mind.

"No," he answered, and pushed himself up. "Come on. Let's get to work."

As expected; they had known each other too long for Yoshitsugu to be wrong about this. He stood up slowly and stepped away from the table, glancing around the room as he did so.

"Four beds and a multitude of screens." Pressing his hands together, Yoshitsugu closed his eyes for a moment and bowed slowly. "Is it quaint work for an architect? I'll leave all direction in your hands anyway."

For just a single, rare moment, he looked as tired as he felt.

Takatora watched Yoshitsugu closely -- really, who could blame him for it? But that rare lapse in bearing forced him to consider Yoshitsugu's position. He wasn't sure that he ever wanted to know what it was like to return from death. Surely it took a toll.

"You should choose a bed," he insisted, ushering his friend along. "I'll handle the screens on my own."

There was only one way for Yoshitsugu to respond to that. He adopted a tone of obvious mock-seriousness when he said:

"I'm not your trained pet."

Choosing a bed was an appealing idea, however, and if Takatora was going to insist on doing the arranging all on his own then Yoshitsugu would do as his friend wanted him to. The chosen bed ended up being the closest one, which he walked over and fell onto with just a hint of exaggerated drama.

Takatora rolled his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, amused. He began to move the screens with a specific configuration in mind. As he did so, he replied.

"You'd be the pampered pet that had trained its owner."

They were probably going to have roommates at some point, but Yoshitsugu felt no need to point that out to Takatora. His friend would surely take that in account. Instead he laughed quietly and closed his eyes.

"So that makes you my owner?"

It was almost a skill, the way Yoshitsugu could keep his expression so straight and his tone so level when he teased as he did next.

"Are you going to pet me, then?"

Takatora made a faint strangled sound in his throat in response to that, his wings twitching, and a touch of colour spread across his cheeks. For a moment he pretended to be more engrossed in his work than he was to give his wayward thoughts time to return to order.

"With a firm hand, maybe," he retorted, before he clapped his hands together with a resounding slap.

That was the screen out of the way, but now he needed to place it elsewhere.

Yoshitsugu tutted, shifting on the bed as he did so. The need to sleep was washing through him now; on this comfortable surface, with a familiar and fond voice filling his ears, there was nothing to stop it.

"A firm petting is more than acceptable, Takatora."

A gentle yawn. Yoshitsugu reached out to drop his gem onto the floor near his chosen bed, his wings dissolving away as he did so.

Flustered, Takatora finished rearranging the screens with new intensity. Yet still he opened himself up for more teasing, provided that Yoshitsugu managed to stay awake.

"I'll leave you with bruises then, shall I?"

He turned to face his friend once more.

This was fun, Yoshitsugu thought, even as conscious thought began to slip away. To be given such easy openings and entertaining opportunities... this could well turn out to be a very fulfilling life between lives.

"You want to claim me in such an open way?" Were he capable of opening his eyes again right now, they would have been wide with fake astonishment. "How unexpectedly bold..."

As it was he merely looked and sounded sleepy, an omen of the fact that Yoshitsugu was just about to fall asleep. When Takatora next tried to talk to him, there would be no response.

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