( to say they are not affectionate would be inaccurate. to say that physical affection is on the rarer side as they have grown up, would be closer to the truth. the way of the three most common faces in the yashiro commission, has long been to not ask for too much of each other. whether this is in their daily works' additions or the way they behave together, it amounts to the same: you may give me what you can and i will not ask of you more. still, to be embraced finds ayaka also time traveling. once: when she successfully caught a goldfish at a festival and told her brother it was for him because they were both pretty. another time: the mourning hardly done but the work and politics demanding they move on anyway, the rain unrelenting and bringing no blooms to speak of. and: the three of them reunited after a large-scale scare in which ayato, ayaka, and thoma had all feared the worst for the other, only to come to the same point of intersection and find each other in quite good health indeed.
strange times, the near-fall and the then inarguable rise of the kamisato clan and the yashiro commission therefore.
stranger still, this inexplicable arrival to something her brother promises to shed light on.
but his hand on her shoulder is warm and familiar and true. the soft glow of her expression is not at all hidden even as she inclines her head equal parts respect and attention. )
"Rather", ( she does not quite chirp, echoes gently, takes her brother's arm and follows his lead. what misgivings she possesses about all of this are not put to rest but rather aside to make room for his explanation, generally soothed by his presence in a way she suspects she should not be but some things can't be helped. ayato's presence will always bring her comfort. a sense of home, wherever she is. ) I await your story. ( her voice softens at the sight of the water. she has the sense she should be wary. but it is beautiful, regardless. )
why is that picture of me so accessible
strange times, the near-fall and the then inarguable rise of the kamisato clan and the yashiro commission therefore.
stranger still, this inexplicable arrival to something her brother promises to shed light on.
but his hand on her shoulder is warm and familiar and true. the soft glow of her expression is not at all hidden even as she inclines her head equal parts respect and attention. )
"Rather", ( she does not quite chirp, echoes gently, takes her brother's arm and follows his lead. what misgivings she possesses about all of this are not put to rest but rather aside to make room for his explanation, generally soothed by his presence in a way she suspects she should not be but some things can't be helped. ayato's presence will always bring her comfort. a sense of home, wherever she is. ) I await your story. ( her voice softens at the sight of the water. she has the sense she should be wary. but it is beautiful, regardless. )