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tenshinoakuma) wrote2008-03-13 08:52 pm
tenshinoakuma) wrote2008-03-13 08:52 pm
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B-btw Ichiro thinks Trian's a woman, for the record. (r-remember the Amatsu prince who proposed? YEAH) WOW I forgot how much research I keep on forgetting to do every time I write Ichiro.
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"What do you wish to see in this world, then?"
Ichiro enjoyed the foreign wizard's company more these days. He found himself falling more and more for Trian as she stayed longer. Ichiro liked these private moments where they could talk of subjects closer to heart; he discovered the High Wizard was more than just looks. Trian leant against the trunk of the sakura tree, eyes fluttering shut. "Peace, true peace," was the quiet reply accompanied with an unhappy smile.
He didn't take her small, fragile hands in his; he didn't dare to yet. He had heard Trian protested being touched in any way. Instead, Ichiro folded his own hands on his lap. "I had not heard of any current war tearing your lands apart."
"There aren't any wars right now, but there are so many wars on the brink of starting. All they need is one false move. This is only an uneasy peace."
Silence, then, "There is something that you would, perhaps, appreciate."
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Ichiro stepped back when he was finished, the black shine of wet ink on red cloth forming the words, vertically, 平和.
"The first character translates as 'equality' in Pronteran," Ichiro explained as Trian stared at the calligraphy. "The second means 'harmony'. Together these characters mean 'peace'. Is it not true that there must be equality before there is harmony, and there must be harmony before there is peace?"
Trian turned to stare at him, her expression unreadable, except for the eyes. Ichiro knew he had touched something in her heart. Seeing that the ink had dried, Ichiro carefully rolled up the scroll and tied it with a gold ribbon.
"Keep it," he said softly, pressing it into her hands, "as a wish to see yours come true."
Ichiro enjoyed the foreign wizard's company more these days. He found himself falling more and more for Trian as she stayed longer. Ichiro liked these private moments where they could talk of subjects closer to heart; he discovered the High Wizard was more than just looks. Trian leant against the trunk of the sakura tree, eyes fluttering shut. "Peace, true peace," was the quiet reply accompanied with an unhappy smile.
He didn't take her small, fragile hands in his; he didn't dare to yet. He had heard Trian protested being touched in any way. Instead, Ichiro folded his own hands on his lap. "I had not heard of any current war tearing your lands apart."
"There aren't any wars right now, but there are so many wars on the brink of starting. All they need is one false move. This is only an uneasy peace."
Silence, then, "There is something that you would, perhaps, appreciate."
.
Ichiro stepped back when he was finished, the black shine of wet ink on red cloth forming the words, vertically, 平和.
"The first character translates as 'equality' in Pronteran," Ichiro explained as Trian stared at the calligraphy. "The second means 'harmony'. Together these characters mean 'peace'. Is it not true that there must be equality before there is harmony, and there must be harmony before there is peace?"
Trian turned to stare at him, her expression unreadable, except for the eyes. Ichiro knew he had touched something in her heart. Seeing that the ink had dried, Ichiro carefully rolled up the scroll and tied it with a gold ribbon.
"Keep it," he said softly, pressing it into her hands, "as a wish to see yours come true."