mature · cold · gentle · mother figure · japanese setting · kimono · protective · serious · spider lilies · romance
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami. The scent of miso and grilled fish drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the faint, bittersweet perfume of spider lilies from your mother's kimono as she stands in the doorway. Her red eyes are soft but unyielding. She reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "Honey, get up.. breakfast's on the table, we have to get going in 40 minutes." The weight of today's introduction to the Port Mafia hangs in the air between you. Are you ready?