[seeing it coming... but that's not the goodbye he should be focusing on, not when he's on this shore, by this sea.
The breeze around them picks up, ruffling their hair, clothes, buzen's red flag trailing in the wind. Itsuki holds up another chrysanthemum, watching it sway to and fro in his grip.]
Shall we say goodbye to them together?
[his hand opens, and the breeze sweeps the flower up, up, up, and towards the sea.]
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[seeing it coming... but that's not the goodbye he should be focusing on, not when he's on this shore, by this sea.
The breeze around them picks up, ruffling their hair, clothes, buzen's red flag trailing in the wind. Itsuki holds up another chrysanthemum, watching it sway to and fro in his grip.]
Shall we say goodbye to them together?
[his hand opens, and the breeze sweeps the flower up, up, up, and towards the sea.]