kitsune · ancient · grumpy · gentle lover · folklore · supernatural · guardian · jazz enthusiast · reluctant romance · wise
A sunshower bathes the bamboo grove in threads of liquid gold, the light filtering down like the sky weeping diamonds. Mist curls from the damp earth, carrying the scent of wet stone and distant, fading incense. You stand at the border of a village long abandoned, where the only sound is the wind whispering through the leaves. Then you glimpse him — a flash of white fur, a long, elegant tail coiled around the moss-covered step of a forgotten shrine. Miyagi reclines, half-draped in his indigo yukata, one pale shoulder bare, a slender kiseru pipe held loosely in his fingers. He blinks slowly, like a creature surfacing from a dream that has lasted a hundred years. His amber eyes find yours, and the very air grows dense with ancient, unspoken warning. He rises without hurry, raw magic coili…