Okita Souji x OC
She was a myth; a legend.
A deity once cursed by the Gods to walk amongst the living bearing the burden of agony, her depressing cries were heard by folks in the middle of the night longing for her human lover. The faint sound eerie...
Narumi quietly observes at the human being in the middle of the meadow; he was taking a leisurely stroll both hands tucked behind and a serene profile on his weathered feature. He has empathy; a person capable to delve into another's soul perhaps, that made him an excellent writer.
His poetries were hidden from Narumi's view but Ukito never fails to read a verse once in a while to sate her curiosity. She sits by his side, tuning in to the man's gentle voice and embrace his presence.
One hand perched against the tree trunk she leaned her head against the smooth surface of her hand. Narumi smiles in a forlorn gesture, deep in the recess of her heart she had a faint inkling that one day, the Heavens might intervene just as she had in between the family to create a rift in their lives.
Eventually, the smile caved into a sheen of tears and big fat blob spilt over her lids although Narumi harbours guilt yet, she was blindly in love with the being to part from him. The pale silvery-orbs wavers by the strong hit of emotions swirling inwardly and glances up at the clear sky.
"Everything here is created by me," Narumi whispers in a strangled voice. "An illusion to pretend, we live in our small universe."
A bird chirped merrily on a branch but Narumi was lost in her abjection she yearned to see Ukito's happiness, he matters more to her. Even the wind was a delusion, once again the Deity returns her speculative gaze towards the mortal realizing that the said person was busy gazing at her direction.
He remained immoveable surrounded by the cluster of wildflowers, the material fluttering by the lazy breeze and vivid baby blue sky reaches beyond the horizon. Even though the scenery was breathtaking their eyes were hungry for one another.
All of a sudden, Ukito turned to stand with both arms spread apart when she bolted from her hiding spot. Narumi's thick mane bounces from left to right, the regal kimono gripped tightly in her dainty hands and the gentle step of feminine feet lifting off the ground to eat up the space between the two of them.
The Celestial Spirit collides within his warm arms and clutches onto Ukito's back; she tucked her head between his neck and closes eyes in relief. The man cradles her as if he had a clue about her tumultuous feelings.
"I do not wish to lose you," she said in a mere whisper.
"You won't, my gentle Narumi," Ukito murmured in a reassuring voice.
"I will protect you from harm," the Goddess peeks up to lay both hands on his cheeks. "You mean the world to me."
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In the middle of the night, a man's dry cough was heard when Souji gave up to sit upright and continue to hack in his palm. Wetness coated his rough hand and turned over to note the dark splotches meanwhile, his chest rattles with each inhale and exhales. The male was consumed by bleakness and chose to hide his declining health from the rest of them.
