paradisa | Distractions Are Needed [action + dictated ]

[Ashura is out in town today, dressed in the bright green and white offered to him by the festival, his hair done up in a swirl of black and gold. He has a small cloth sack with him, emblazoned with his familial symbol, avoiding looking at the elders - not because he has no respect for them, but because.. he does not like looking at the dead. He spent to many years looking at the dead, and some dreaming of them. Felix kept the more prominent of them at bay, but sometimes... seeing things that amounted to ghosts made it hard. He needed a distraction. He needed to go in and examine things and taste them - hence his visit to the sweet shops (all of them), to the flower shops to see if any blooms might be in for the winter season, and admire the decorations (they, at least, did not make him think of the dead in his life).

He pauses at a small shop to drink hot chocolate, savoring the sweetness and the warmth in his hands, licking a bit of the cream from his lips as he gazed out, looking at the journal open beside him as he enjoyed his drink.]

I do not like ghosts. Or shades. Or shadows. Whatever you want to call them. Ghosts are memories made real, but they should stay in your mind, not out where everyone can see.

[His piece said he continued on with his drink, needing the warmth.]

[Felix]

[Ashura returned from town, setting his things aside, except for one box wrapped with a ribbon.]

Felix? Are you here or are you out?

[ooc: Poke Ashura around town or respond via the journal~ everybody welcome :D ]

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[Felix pushes his chair away from the desk at the far end of the living room, which has a small collection of tomes on it. His coat is thrown over the back of the chair, though the fire is, as it has been almost constantly since winter began, blazing rather merrily in the fireplace to keep the room warm. As is his habit when studying, his shirtsleeves are rolled up to his elbow, displaying his tattoos prominently, though the real purpose was an effort not to get ink on his cuffs.]

I'm here.

_{[Ashura relaxed and smiled, coming over to him. His fingers slid up his arms, trailing the tattoos that he had worked into the ring design he had given Felix for Christmas. He leaned in, kissing his mouth softly, and then held up the box.]}

I saw this today in town. I thought you might like it.

[He arched a slender brow in slight surprise]

A gift? For me? I didn't forget another anniversary, did I?

Well, more like something for us both.

_{[He chuckled, kissing the corner of his mouth before removing the top of the box and bringing out a curvaceous bottle of purple liquid that moved like a runny gel.]}

[Felix blinked and slipped his hands over the bottle]

Is that so? Do I have to guess, or where you going to demonstrate it's intended use?

Can you guess while I demonstrate?

_{[He nodded to one of the comfy chairs by the fire, going to strip his outer layer of robes so they would not get dirty.]}

I can try...

[He goes to the chair as instructed, looking vaguely perplexed though certainly curious]

I suppose I can cross bath oil off the list, at least.

Yes, though that would have been something to buy. Next time.

_{[He stroked his hair before popping the cork on the bottle, the scent of lavender and jasmine filling the air.]}

Take off your shirt.

[Felix tilted his head back, sniffing lightly at the aroma with little surprise. Ashura did favor floral scents]

Very well...

[It was a simple matter to undo his waistcoat and then slip the loose white shirt over his head, neatly folding the clothes in his lap. It was surprising how easy that was, sometimes, letting Ashura - even as a lover - get a good look at his scars in bright light. But for once that was once of the few things he didn't have to hide]

_{[It was not as if Ashura did not have his own scars. His crossed across his chest and back, testaments to battles fought, and a permanent reminder of old loves.

He his hands slick with the liquid and warming his fingers slightly, he came behind Felix and slowly set his hands on his shoulders, not wanting to alarm him, and then gently began to caress his neck and shoulders, kneading softly now and then.]}

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Perhaps they are not ghosts, but reflections.

Ghosts are reflections of the memories of a person once they are gone. So perhaps they are the same thing.

Yes, perhaps. I do not believe we cease to exist when we die, but we do depart.

And if we are unlucky, they do not.

Is it so terrible to have the ghosts of your loved ones linger?

I think so, yes. They are gone from the world. Remaining... just ties us to a past.

Ghosts aren't so bad, you get used to them.

They are helpful from time to time, but I prefer not to deal with them if at all possible.

Hmm, we couldn't really avoid them back home

Neither could I.

_{[The sentence is filled with a sort of sad bitterness.]}

People you knew?

Someone I loved, very much.

I'm sorry.

It is all right, Draco. Long behind me now.

_{[Well, not that long, but long enough. And his lover helping eased it some.]}

If you say so.

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