novem__vitas (canis_caelum) wrote in the_cirque, @ 2024-04-23 21:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, c: hiroki |
Who: Hiroki [Narrative]
What: Hiroki visits a grave
When: Tuesday 23/4 into Wednesday 24/4
Where: Tokyo, Graveyard
Ratings: None
Warnings: N/A
Hiroki hadn't had human form in such a long time that he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to take a train from Yokohama to Tokyo in order to visit a grave he hadn't visited in years. Primarily due to the fact he'd been travelling wherever Bliss wanted and more recently wherever the circus moved. Coming home had gifted him the ability to take human form, and it felt right and appropriate, that he pay his respects to the family he'd held close and dear to his heart for so very long. This face, the one he was currently wearing, was that of his original owner, the man with whom he had spent over 90 years of his life with: Haru Fujimoto. He hadn't meant to, but he had taken his form without thinking when he had first shifted and the image had stuck. That meant something, everything in fact. He hadn't said anything to anyone, and figured he wouldn't be missed for a day. Hiroki paused for a moment at the gates, hesitating, trying to summon up the will and strength to close the distance between here and the place where he knew Haru had been laid to rest. He took a deep breath and wandered through the graveyard quietly and respectfully, noticing that he wasn't alone but not staring or gawking, people had a right to grieve privately if they wished. The Bakeneko navigated the space as if he'd visited only yesterday pausing in front of the large grave, a family grave, with a stone monument that held a place for flowers, incense, water in front of the monument and beneath was a chamber which held the ashes of the family members in ceramic pots with springs of Japanese star anise, and briefly glanced at the side of the topmost stone. There were names there, carved, those who were still living were coloured red but for every member who died the red was removed, indicating that their soul had passed. It was less prevalent nowadays, definitely a practice from many decades ago, even centuries, and these names had long since bled away the colour. The loss may have been such a long time ago but stood here Hiroki felt it as though it were yesterday and with a soft murmur of greeting accompanied by a bow he drew the flowers from his side, to rest them in the vase and smooth them out into place so they were properly arranged. He glanced up and then lit up several sticks of incense before simply falling into quiet conversation with the monument to the Fujimoto family. They may be gone, but they were not forgotten, and they never would be. |