[ Sabitsuki ]

  Almost does she give a flinch at the sight of blue, dull in its true
  hex yet ever brightest to own’s eyes. Inner network of neck turns
  and displays such in the bobbing movements of throat, saliva
  and mucus slipping and sticking to the unexpected dryness
  ( and she does recall, in brief brief thought, that it had not been
  that way so for just a mere collection of shortest seconds ago ).
  It carries more burden upon her than it perhaps definitely should;
  she must with force as to swing her pipe to send it into the very
  rears of her present consciousness.

                                                        Only annoyance, frustration, hatred, such common
                                                        words of description to be chosen for any regular
                                                        mood of hers, could only be manifested toward
                                                        herself, and the peculiar fondness for other could
                                                        only rise in its smoke in her self to give pseudo and
                                                        temporary banishment, even, to such
                                                        aforementioned sensations of nothing but negative
                                                        connotation. Indeed, a flower blooming in only
                                                        near - desert, and as had been such when she was
                                                        child: Sabitsuki loves flowers.

  True, tulips with snow hues were held as her most favourable,
  & yet ―
  the flower before herself was her own favourite here on these
  islands; no tropical plant to be thief to such spotlight, no hideous
  other human to bring soothing in unique silence and ink or
  graphite writings, no matter how much her anger were to
  flare in any volume.

                                                        Sabitsuki looks down at Hana’s hands, an almost
                                                        gentle expression upon her face, and perceives the
                                                        paleness for an extended moment before she may
                                                        respond in still female but still deep voice.

        “　Yeah.　”

                 { ✘♟✘ }

Pride in excess is a faulty
thing- leaving kingdoms
to decay and relations to
rot, maggots feasting
upon the overflow of
ruins. However, though
knowing this, she’ll allow
herself this small bit and
hope that it won’t grow
into something
unmanageable.

                                           Miniscule quirk of the
                                           lips set neatly in place,
                                           prior feeling fading,
                                           scribbles of words set in
                                           ink are gouged among
                                           the crevices of parchment.
                                           [ i wanted to teach
                                           you sign language??
                                           if you learn that, we
                                           wouldn’t have to use
                                           my notebook all the
                                           time? ] she pauses before
                                           writing the next part,
                                           tensing her hands to keep
                                           them from flying across
                                           the paper. 

[ it’ll take a while but
we have a lot of time
to waste on this island,
an i guess i’m sort of
an okay teacher. not
that good, but ]self
deprecation is barely
noticeable, slight in
tendencies, but doubt
is obvious - so much
so that it is painful.
She almost winces
after reading the words
over.

                                           Lengthy pause adjourned,
                                           paper is relinquished to
                                           current viewer - friend.