Beginning note: I don't own Spirited Away, I'm not making any money off it, and this is all for the funzys.
Ablution - A ceremonial act of washing parts of the body or sacred containers
Passion
It was strange, seeing Kohaku all grown up. He was the same as she remembered, but different. Older. More angular. Seductive. His eyes, his cheekbones, his hands were all different in that they were an adult's rendition of childhood elegance.
It was like the Kohaku she'd always known was just a rough sketch of the man he was now.
"How could you put yourself in such danger by returning?" He asked, hands coming forward to wrap around the lip of the tub and bring himself face to face with her. And it was jarring, how his voice was no longer like the soft, textured buzz of untanned leather, but a husky rumbling that rolled like quiet thunder though the room.
It wasn't a horribly drastic deepening, but the heavier tenor was a noticeable change when used with the anger and passion of an adult. A little more gravel to its edges, a little less velvet.
"I had too." She stated simply, bringing fingers up to curiously trace the angular line of his cheekbone, memorizing the change. "You aren't a mind reader; so I had to come tell you myself."
"And what was so important you would put yourself at risk to tell me?" He hissed, deftly ignoring her fingers on his flesh as he focused on his anger.
"That you can come home."
Note: Morning, I'm so... Beyond tired. I'm going to go die now. -salutes-