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paradisalost2010-12-24 06:03 pm
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How Sweet the Song of Night
[It almost came as a surprise, the realization he was dreaming. Not that it was hard to figure out, mind. It had been years since Benten was as small as the little bird before him, his wings barely sprouted, and the perpetual pout on his face. And never had he and Beni been the same size - two little chicks, clambering over him like he was a jungle gym, demanding his attention.
He had always been the big brother, the bastion of warmth, especially for Benten. There had been days, long ago, that he had tucked them into bed, said the good nights, shielded them from the eyes of the clan. Those days were long gone in the rationale world, but in the land of dreams it was not so. In here, he realized, he was thrust back into the days before everything, before he denied Benten the sanctuary of the Mountain, before he had to sew Beni back together, before even Sara.
No, now he sat outside on the porch of his home on Mount Kurama, the seat of his power, a traditional, ancient style structure the humans long ago abandoned except for the eclectic rich. Snow frosted his private gardens, the only color that of the koi that sometimes rose to the surface of the dark waters of his ponds. His wings were out, wrapped around the tiny bodies of his younger siblings, offering warmth and safety. In his hands was a book, a book of tales that were as much history to demons as they were fables to humans.]
And so, the farmer pulled the peach from the river, and when he opened it inside there was a boy - a perfect little boy, quietly sleeping....
[ooc: Yup, this is Bish's dream, from the days before he was screwed up in the head - sort of. Come and listen to a Japanese fairy tale? Come to play in a winter wonderland? Or just gawk? Have fun! :) ]
He had always been the big brother, the bastion of warmth, especially for Benten. There had been days, long ago, that he had tucked them into bed, said the good nights, shielded them from the eyes of the clan. Those days were long gone in the rationale world, but in the land of dreams it was not so. In here, he realized, he was thrust back into the days before everything, before he denied Benten the sanctuary of the Mountain, before he had to sew Beni back together, before even Sara.
No, now he sat outside on the porch of his home on Mount Kurama, the seat of his power, a traditional, ancient style structure the humans long ago abandoned except for the eclectic rich. Snow frosted his private gardens, the only color that of the koi that sometimes rose to the surface of the dark waters of his ponds. His wings were out, wrapped around the tiny bodies of his younger siblings, offering warmth and safety. In his hands was a book, a book of tales that were as much history to demons as they were fables to humans.]
And so, the farmer pulled the peach from the river, and when he opened it inside there was a boy - a perfect little boy, quietly sleeping....
[ooc: Yup, this is Bish's dream, from the days before he was screwed up in the head - sort of. Come and listen to a Japanese fairy tale? Come to play in a winter wonderland? Or just gawk? Have fun! :) ]