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˗ˏˋ AT THE TOPMOST STAIR WAS A DOOR TO ITS RIGHT. it too was a fading golden with another painting on it. this one did not look amazingly realistic and ethereal, neither was it on a frame. "i re-painted this myself." tsukasa said, and he was quite happy about it.
"this door leads to my room," and he opened it delicately, and it opened slowly with a loud creaaaak. this house sure was old. surely it didn't belong to him since forever?
"was this house once your parents'?" rui questioned.
"oh, yes. it was, and it said so in their will that i can own it after they passed. they died when i was eleven, you know." though the last part was considerably shushed, for tsukasa didn't want crazed empathy from the minister less than half an hour after meeting. rui heard him, however, and all he could say was "i'm sorry." as if he hadn't lost his parents at thirteen too, but he despised sharing.
and then they walked into the room, and it too was another example of ancient, cottage heaven.
these walls were chipped flimsy cerulean, rui wasn't sure but this paint was likely very expensive when it was first bought. the bed faced the door and was at the end of the room. it was large, with an ornate golden headboard and fluffy blankets and pillows. there were two large cupboards joined to the left wall. to the very left of the wall the bed was joined to, was a small window with cheap lace curtains but tsukasa swore that at night they glowed as if they clothed luna herself. the windowsill had a vase of spray rose and delphinium. even his bedsheets had flower prints on it, and so did one of the walls. painted entirely with large, realistic flowers. "i painted all of these wall flowers!" tsukasa exclaimed, yet his voice remained filmy. "you see, i'm better at larger paintings. that's why the one on the door looks less good."
there was a solid pink rug in front of the bed, and a nightstand beside the bed, with another vase of roses. he obviously loved flowers. the rest of the room found itself depressingly empty.
the flower painted wall was the one to the right, and there was a door attached. "that leads to the bathroom, you can go there when you feel like, for it'll be awkward to take you there.."
oh, rui loved this boy so much, he loved tsukasa just the way tsukasa loved flowers. he'll kiss him under cherry blossoms and make his cheeks flush like apple blossoms, he'll look into those sunny spring eyes and play with his dahlia hair and maybe tsukasa will cafuné rui's wisteria ones, rui'll suck the nectar out of him like a bee in blackberry winter. one boy had a love for springtide, and the other had love for ruin, corruption and passion. their love was spring. this was pure, untouched, unclothed vernorexia.
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★☆★☆ AUTHOR'S NOTES
AHHHH this chapter is so SHOrt. TINY. but i didn't know what to write tbh and im just tryna build a plot before i start the tsu cacas random ass sob story chapter lmfao. but like nobody read this shit anyway so... yay???? OH AND THIS WAS EXACTLY 500 WORDS. OKI BYEEEE
