WHO: Godric and Kenshin WHEN: Week 7, Monday, Afternoon WHERE: Labal Village, within super-old vampire earshot of Sayuri Misaki's Home WHAT: Wanderers stumble upon one another and talk RATING: Probably nothing more than mentions of past violence at the worst STATUS: Closed, in-progress.
Kenshin rarely wandered from Sayuri's home at all, but he would take some time to himself on occasion to retreat into the more wooded area, still within supernatural earshot of his mistress' home of course and informing her that he would be out of the immediate vicinity for a short time. With his speed, both natural and supernatural, it would be as though he'd never left if he sensed something amiss regardless.
During his short walks, Kenshin had found himself a small clearing in the trees that called to him, an ideal place to meditate and even train if he felt the need. On that day, he was clad simply in a pair of drawstring pants with a simple t-shirt and a pair of sandals as was his usual attire. His long red hair was bound in a low ponytail at the base of his neck, and the sakabatou remained sheathed and ever at his side. At that particular point in time, the vampire knelt in the middle of the clearing, his eyes closed as his thoughts wandered to the events that had recently passed. Among things, he had not been prepared for his young mistress to become such an integral part of his personal life so quickly. Of course his intent had always been to protect her; it always had been his greatest desire to care for those who needed protection of some sort. Still, witnessing her smile every day in spite of what she had seen and watching her quiet strength in even day-to-day routine had endeared her to him even before he'd realized it. He'd never let himself form such personal attachments before, and a part of him feared what it might draw out of him. It had been 3000 years since he had taken a life, but he was frightened that he might if it came to making sure she was safe. So long past those days, and the Battousai within him still remained, no matter how faint.
Unconsciously, the vampire let his hand drift up to touch to the cross-shaped scar on his left cheek. Memories usually kept at bay flooded back, and he struggle to clear his mind.