The Habits of Lovers (Closed RP, Kusuriyuri/Kurama, probably NSFW)

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Now, if you've been mournful with me, your poor lover must have dealt with worse."

That was the thing about Yukimura... he always knew just the right thing to say to get Kurama thinking. He wasn't wrong, either. Kusuriyuri had seen Kurama break down completely, and had endured the melancholy with extreme patience. It hadn't yet occurred to Kurama that a very heartfelt thank-you was in order, but he realized the opportunity was knocking for what he hoped would be a rather spectacular appreciation.

When he'd snuck off to Japan with Mello and Matt, he'd bought yards of fabric; beautiful, high-quality stuff made just for kimono. He'd bought them with Kusuriyuri in mind, remembering the damage done to his "work clothes" after the first encounter with Karasu. While repairs had been made to the original outer kimono, Kurama had thought to surprise his lover with a second. He'd secretly put his considerable skills at sewing (being able to make and repair your own clothing was an invaluable tool, he always thought) to work, he'd worked out the second outer kimono in the style of the first, though embroidered with the patterns of wind and water and silvery falling leaves than the color cacophony of the first.

He folded the garment carefully and wrapped it in tissue paper, then setting off to find Kusuriyuri and present him with the gift.

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[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Such patience even monks envy," he nodded. "I went into the forest a ways, not as far as the mother tree. I thought I might re-acquaint myself with the area, having spent so much time indoors."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri nodded. "Did you find anything of note, or were you merely frolicking?" he asked, his tone full of mock disapproval.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"I did notice new growths of wild herbs to the northeast of A's gazebo," Kurama replied, lifting his chin in defiance, still with a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"Is that so?" Kusuriyuri said blandly. "And, yet, you harvest none, nor tell me if they are near to harvesting, nor what they are." He picked up his tea cup to obscure the slight smile tugging at his lips from their game.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Mm, I was hoping to surprise you with something different, but if you really want, I can go and get them for you?" He moved to rise, taking the package with him, as if he intended truly to leave.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"You would leave without speaking of your accomplishment?" Kusuriyuri asked, his voice laced with concern. "Then, I must insist you remain as you are not yet recovered."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Ah, if you insist," he paused, but did not quite yet sit. "But, if you think you might need them..."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"Are they in danger of being without use in such a short period of time? If so, then they are not of use at all," Kusuriyuri pointed out. "For, if they will not survive you speaking of that which you have accomplished, they how is it they will survive until we are there to harvest them?"

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"As long as there is no real urgency." He sat, shrugging slightly. The package now sat next to him, in full sight. "As for my accomplishment, it isn't so great, just a small thing."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"A small thing?" Kusuriyuri asked. "And, yet, you count it an accomplishment?" he raised an eyebrow. "This one knew Itoshii was proud..." he let the words trail off, a mock reprimand.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"An accomplishment can be great or small, koibito." He smiled sweetly, folding his hands. "Pride need not be full of arrogance."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"And, yet, for you, it most often is," Kusuriyuri said solemnly. "What is it you have accomplished that brings you pride, then?" he asked, raising his cup and finishing his tea. That Kurama was playful was such a sweet relief that he was truly enjoying this game.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it really is nothing you'd be terribly interested in. I was just keeping my hands busy, you know, and I got a surprisingly nice outcome." He hooked a finger around the cord holding the package together and lifted it to set it on the table in an exaggeratedly casual gesture.

"You might have a look, if you're interested at all, but don't think you're obligated."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri raise an eyebrow at Kurama. There was something in his bearing that made him think that the package was exceedingly important to Kurama despite his casual treatment of it. He untied the cord with exaggerated care, carefully removing it before lifting away the wrapping.

He paused, holding the wrapping away from what it contained (http://ichiroya.com/item/item_images/002/161085/161085-046.JPG). He ran a finger along one line of embroidery and could feel the lingering energy of the artist and the feeling he'd put into his work. "Itoshii," he breathed.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama flushed, ducking behind his hair, completely losing his character. "I... was thinking of you," was all he could really say, well aware that the back of his neck and his cheeks were bright red.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri's cheeks flushed with color as he let the wrapping fall away, using both hands to caress the fabric, though he was almost afraid to touch it. "This one can feel Itoshii's heart in it," he murmured softly, hoping that Kurama was truly recovered enough to not be hurt by the words. "He does not have words adequate enough," he added, his words more formal, at a loss.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Words are all right," he smiled, reaching out to touch Kusuriyuri's hand, "but your expression means more. As long as you enjoy it, wear it once in a while, that is more than adequate."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"This one would be most honoured to wear such a robe. It is far more beautiful than the junihitoe he has seen. Far richer. He bowed until his forehead was touching Kurama's hand. "This one is not worthy of such," he whispered softly.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"No, koi," he reached out, lifting Kusuriyuri's head with both hands. He leaned forward until they were nose to nose. "You are very worthy. Each stitch is because I love you."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"Itoshii," Kusuriyuri murmured. He brought a hand up to touch the back of Kurama's and leaned forward a little, tilting his chin so he could kiss Kurama gently.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama basked din that kiss, savoring it and reciprocating with a smile that was soft and giddy and deeply happy. "I love you," he sighed. "Completely."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri moved his hand so that he could touch and play with Kurama's hair. "And, this one, you," he murmured. "This one...something so fine was never expected," he whispered, looking down at the kimono again.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"You deserve it," Kurama grinned, brushing another kiss to Kusuriyuri's mouth. He could admit it: he was proud of his work and the reaction it inspired.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"Deserve?" Kusuriyuri asked softly, puzzled. "This one does not understand how such could be deserved." He looked back up at Kurama. "This one is grateful, very grateful," he murmured.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"You put up with me, at the very least," he chuckled. He moved around the table so he could sit next to Kusuriyuri. He curled and arm around Kusuriyuri's waist and rested his head on a shoulder. "You are kind and understanding, patient. I wanted to make something beautiful for you."