[It's the same thing he said before, and it has the same effect on Itsuki now. The smile he shines on Buzen is warm and fond.
He thinks about all the fantastical sights he could show Buzen -- underwater palaces, grand mountain ranges -- safaris and great, sweeping valleys with wild horses (fast things itsuki knows buzen would appreciate) -- fireworks at night, imaginary ball rooms...
...]
Let me show you a memory in return.
[a wave of petals descends from the sky, swirling around them as the wind picks up again -- the blood fades away from their hands and clothes, the sand beneath their feet turns into familiar tatami -- and then dissipates to reveal a bright, airy room. it's a room meant to entertain guests, loud and garish, but it looks softer in the morning light. a large phonograph sits on one of the low tables, standing out among the rest of the traditional decor.
the sound of hurried footsteps echo from outside the hall, and Itsuki tugs Buzen away from the door, laughing a little when it slides open to reveal children -- a young girl and boy. the girl tugs the boy after her, and they both make straight for the phonograph, neither noticing Itsuki or Buzen.
I told you it was still here. The girl proudly announces, as they both stand in front of it. The boy frowns, and with a voice of half-curiosity, half-doubt. This is supposed to play music...? How?
They both stare it and then look at each other, the similarities between them obvious. The boy looks at the girl's face, and his expression turns wry at what he finds there. Aneue...
She huffs in response. Shut up, Itsuki. It can't be that hard... Hurry up and help me. Itsuki grumbles, but he leans over to study the machine, shoulder to shoulder with Kazuha. The plainness of his clothes contrasts with the finery of her red kimono, but everything else about them is identical.
Itsuki, grown-up Itsuki, hovers his hand over the boy, and then lifts it to his own head.]
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He thinks about all the fantastical sights he could show Buzen -- underwater palaces, grand mountain ranges -- safaris and great, sweeping valleys with wild horses (fast things itsuki knows buzen would appreciate) -- fireworks at night, imaginary ball rooms...
...]
Let me show you a memory in return.
[a wave of petals descends from the sky, swirling around them as the wind picks up again -- the blood fades away from their hands and clothes, the sand beneath their feet turns into familiar tatami -- and then dissipates to reveal a bright, airy room. it's a room meant to entertain guests, loud and garish, but it looks softer in the morning light. a large phonograph sits on one of the low tables, standing out among the rest of the traditional decor.
the sound of hurried footsteps echo from outside the hall, and Itsuki tugs Buzen away from the door, laughing a little when it slides open to reveal children -- a young girl and boy. the girl tugs the boy after her, and they both make straight for the phonograph, neither noticing Itsuki or Buzen.
I told you it was still here. The girl proudly announces, as they both stand in front of it. The boy frowns, and with a voice of half-curiosity, half-doubt. This is supposed to play music...? How?
They both stare it and then look at each other, the similarities between them obvious. The boy looks at the girl's face, and his expression turns wry at what he finds there. Aneue...
She huffs in response. Shut up, Itsuki. It can't be that hard... Hurry up and help me. Itsuki grumbles, but he leans over to study the machine, shoulder to shoulder with Kazuha. The plainness of his clothes contrasts with the finery of her red kimono, but everything else about them is identical.
Itsuki, grown-up Itsuki, hovers his hand over the boy, and then lifts it to his own head.]
Hmm... I thought I was taller back then.