⸻ ( Gojo Satoru )
With heaven in his eyes and the taste of immortal divinity on his lips, she loves him with such ardour that the stars weep bitterly into the sea.
( jujutsu kaisen ) • 2023
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( 2011 )
After one thousand prolonged years of self-imposed banishment, the black gates of the Kurosawa clan reopen to the world on the thirty-first day of October, two thousand and eleven. An exodus of prominent clan members and household staff embark from the sacred lands of Kyoto's Mount Hiei to Kamigyō-ku within the early hours of dawn. In the span of that time, the entire sorcerers' community including curse users alike find themselves in a furore. The news spreads like wildfire amidst the astonished masses, setting mouths agape and eyes widening in awe. It is a day that marks the most paramount occasion of their age since the venerated birth of both their honoured clan leaders.
The union between the Gojo and Kurosawa families.
All eyes turn towards the shrine of Kitano-Tenmangu, dedicated to the groom's ancient forefather Sugawara no Michizane. The winter plum blossoms earlier than their due this year as if the patron deity himself is pleased with the turn of events. A mist of pink and white hangs above the grounds, the floral scent of its honeyed fragrance permeating the brisk air. As beautiful and poignant as the poetry he penned in the moments of his callous exile; for all things to return to where they're supposed to be.
Sayuri stares at her reflection in the mirror as her mother pins her hair in an elaborate nihongami decorated with scarlet camellias. The intricately embroidered shiromuku flows over her figure in a silky cascade of snow-white purity. With her heart fluttering in the enclosure of her ribs, hands wringing together with remorseful contrition. She can not fathom her own capricious nature, that her determination is so malleable and fragile. With one word alone, one look from his eyes, and she willingly falls to her knees in acceptance of his whims.
( Though was it not the same for him? )
Shoko grabs hold of her fidgeting hands, warm brown eyes penetrating the transparent veneer of her soul. As if to say, You deserve this and everything else. Sayuri grasps her slim fingers in return, offering an almost imperceptible smile of gratitude. After Satoru brought her back from the brink of self-destruction, Sayuri spent countless nights spilling all her grim secrets and irrepressible regrets to the bottom of innumerable sake cups in Shoko's confidence. She turns back to the mirror, feeling like a trickster in her own skin. That at any moment the floor will be pulled from under her feet and she'll find herself back within the prison realm where she belongs. Was she truly deserving of this?
