Byobu

I lay there on the futon we share to sleep, as the morning light slips through the cabin's windows in a torrent, and you take advantage of it to trace lines of color on that painting which you've drawn on the byobu, that oneyou had the town's artisan make with wood. The artisan brought it a few weeks ago, and since then you've been looking at it, and repeating, more for yourself that for me: it lacks something.

I would have told you it lacks another place to be, as you've used it to dress behind it, when I would have wished to see how you undress every night. I sigh, I know I decided to wait all the time you may need to complete our union, however that doesn't make it easier, much less desired.

I smile, sit and cast my gaze down for a moment. No, my loved Kagome, you don't know the yearning I hold for you, nor how my love helps me endure it.

I once again look at how you work on the wood. Miroku helped me get a hand on some tints which are now yours to put some color to that symbolic drawing you've created: a branch with cherry blossoms, from which a flower falls and is received by a hand of white and sharp claws, whose arm is covered by a red colored dress. I can't help the emotion I feel when I comprehend you are gifting an image of you, being placed with trust in my hands. There is a finesse in the traces, and although I don't know much about art, I'm conscious of what you are creating.

In that moment you look at me, and smile with the warmth of a child who shows me the world they are uncovering. You, are uncovering that you like to do this for us. You stand up then, and sit by my side to observe the work.

"Do you like it?" You ask me, eagerness shining in your eyes. I can only look at you. I'd want to tell you that what I actually like is to see you shine through what you do.

"Yes." I answer, keeping my smile and you observe me and, as always, you look a little bit beyond my words.

Your gaze then becomes warmth in some other way. It's a gaze I've seen in you these last few weeks, even more when you go behind the byobu, that wooden wall which deprives me of your skin. You stretch towards me and I descend, irremediably in your search, watching the infinite tones of pink which decorate your cheeks, much more beautiful that the color you've painted in the petals of your work. I feel the graze of your lips over mine, and the way they try to find fortitude in that kiss. I touch your hips, and from there I sail to the sides of your waist with only one hand. The kiss asks for more, and my body desires it, however my mind is overwhelmed and my reason asks for calm, for both of us.

I sight over your lips, and you, with barely a whisper, say: soon.

A/N

A little bit of something that may make its way to Ēteru — Antology, however MUGEN is also a part of that same universe.

I hope you've all enjoyed this little instant.

Thank you for reading, and keeping me company.

Kisses,

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart